The Unyielding Ember
“You forgot someone,” I said.
I didn’t sleep that night. I learned curses. I learned to convert my healing touch into a rotting grip. I learned to steal the very life energy I once gave freely. The Unyielding Ember “You forgot someone,” I said
Then, Lilith, the high priestess who prayed for my success. She whispered that my faith was too small, that Leon’s destiny was greater. She blessed his sword instead of my heart.
The Demon Lord’s castle loomed. Our party was broken. Everyone chose the hero. I learned to convert my healing touch into a rotting grip
I ripped the Demon Lord’s darkness apart with my own borrowed shadows. I absorbed his final scream into my chest. When the dust cleared, I was the only one standing. The hero’s corpse lay to my left. The girls stared at me—no longer with pity, but with terror and awe.
The Demon Lord laughed. “Is this the best your world has? A broken hero and his weeping harem?” She whispered that my faith was too small,
I turned my back.