Author_of_Fate

I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. 

I died.

Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods?

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The Forsaken Hero

"Choose!" Lord Evlon said, staring down imperiously at the smaller-framed Elaine.

The inquisitor holding the emperor let go of his spear, pulling a knife and laying it to the emperor's throat. His dropped weapon remained floating by his side, held aloft by a tendril of mana.

Lord Evlon shrugged. "After so much, what more is a little provocation? Besides, you have much bigger things to worry about than a drop of blood. Isn't that right, filthblood?" His disdain turned to curiosity. "Though I am curious why you seem to know what's happening."

Another bead of blood oozed past the blade at my throat, dribbling down the gleaming steel before dripping onto my collarbone. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and certainly couldn't reply.

"Don't hurt her!" R'lissea cried, but stiffened as the inquisitor holding her tightened his grip on her throat.

Too much Blood