If you'd like to continue this story or start a new one, let me know: What you prefer (e.g., urban fantasy, noir, sci-fi)
Emberly looked at the dying man. She was a weapon of light in a world drowning in ink. She could walk away, or she could burn. "Let them come," she whispered.
She stepped into the alleyway behind the Gilded Cage, her combat boots silent on the wet pavement. A man slumped against the brickwork, his shadow detached from his body and flickering like a dying candle. He was a "Lost Soul," a human whose essence had been harvested by a Greater Demon. "Ember," a gravelly voice called from the shadows.
If you'd like to continue this story or start a new one, let me know: What you prefer (e.g., urban fantasy, noir, sci-fi)
Emberly looked at the dying man. She was a weapon of light in a world drowning in ink. She could walk away, or she could burn. "Let them come," she whispered.
She stepped into the alleyway behind the Gilded Cage, her combat boots silent on the wet pavement. A man slumped against the brickwork, his shadow detached from his body and flickering like a dying candle. He was a "Lost Soul," a human whose essence had been harvested by a Greater Demon. "Ember," a gravelly voice called from the shadows.
