I closed my eyes and let out a soft gasp. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement. The needle. It must have slipped out of my hand. 

Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace that I'd felt since...ever. But that was okay. It meant that there was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. Well, perhaps there would be a few, but they could always find others to extract their cruel, sadistic pleasure from. 

My last breath was rough and shallow, the last beat of my heart pitifully fail. I sank to the alley floor, eyes closing, welcoming the blessed nothingness of the end. 

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

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I gripped Luke's hand as we approached the massive cathedral at the city's heart. Its seamless, pure-white walls were flecked with gold, and several graceful spires rose from its roof, flying the banner of fate high over the city. Beautiful as it was, the vast structure felt cold and empty, sending a shiver down my tail.


Chapter 833 - Lost