Author_of_Fate

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	I closed my eyes with a sigh and let the needle slip through limp fingers. It wasn’t like anyone would miss me. They could always find someone else to beat or rape. The nothingness was a relief. At least now I have peace.
	Only...I don’t remember 'nothingness' having so many gods.  
	As one of ten heroes chosen by the Divine, I was sent to another world to fend off a demon invasion. But, the gods aren’t all helpful, and treat this as a game. Waking up in the magical world of Enusia, I found myself cursed and alone, clapped in chains and despised. This world was worse, far worse than the playground I so naively left behind, filled with betrayal, pain, and death.

I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows. Perhaps, in this life, I can find if that's true. I'm tired of living in the dark. It's time to  find the light.

The Forsaken Hero

Time felt meaningless before the Inquisitor's interrogation. They never seemed to tire of hearing my voice, be it honest answers or screams. Occasionally, while the elder was taking notes, Emery, the apprentice, would grow bored, and take it out on me. She used all sorts of weak spells to torment me. Occasionally, after a particularly successful attempt, judged only by my expressions of pain, she would report excitedly to her mentor, who would roll his eyes.

By the time he finally snapped his notebook shut, blood streamed from countless wounds on my body, running down my bare form and splattering in fine drops upon the white floor. Where my skin wasn't stained crimson, it was bruised and broken, discolored with hideous blotches of yellow and purple. My soul fared no better, the constant stimulation leaving me hovering on the borders of unconsciousness.

"Well done, Emery," the mentor said, ruffling her hair.

Distant Memories