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

"A bonfire?" I asked, tilting my head.

"You know, for the descent. It's a demonkin custom to burn everything to celebrate a good occasion. Or so I've heard," he said, touching his head, drawing attention to the obvious lack of horns. He was human, as far as I knew.

Evla sighed, shaking her head. "It is, technically, though the customs rather…barbaric."

"I'll ask R'lissea, see if it's okay. She might want me to rest," I said.

"Seriously?" Constance asked. "Why the hell do you need permission to stay up an extra hour or two?"

Edrin nodded, barely holding back a laugh. "It's not like you're first-level anymore."

Evla frowned. "Well, she kind of is…."

I gave her a grateful look, but couldn't keep the heat from my face. "It should be okay? She's…protective."

Bonfire Gathering