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 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

<p>The original tip of the spire had jutted several hundred yards above where the top now was, but it had been blasted apart in the initial explosion. The beautiful mansions and terraces that had wound around the spire were gone, reduced to ash or showering the ground around us in a storm of ash, debris, and meters. Smoke poured from the vents and chasms opening into the center of the spire, blotting out the sky. The light evening sun, hovering a hand's breadth over the lip of the distant caldera, was blood red with particulates filling the caldera.</p>

<p>The center of the spire was still obscuring in waves of mana and smoke, hiding the bodies of the emerging dragons. The occasional shockwave tore through the veil, but more filth closed in immediately, revealing little more than glimpses of the hellscape within. Wisps of Elaine's soul and Avant's mana entwined with the dreadful aura of the two dragons, creating an overbearing combined pressure matching that of the Ally of Fate.</p>

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