Fantasy Romance
He watched her tend to the wounded, a golden healing spell on her lips as she touched a hand to each of their chests.
Too bright.
Too holy.
He had to turn away.
One shot. One kill.
He could give her that.
He took a step towards her. Then another. And another.
The gods’ gift felt more like a curse.
It revealed that men he’d liked and trusted were consumed by the same darkness that had once infested him.
But rather than fighting it as he had, they embraced it and the wealth and power that came with it.
Other he’d deemed cruel and selfish shone with the light of the gods.
His entire world, everything he knew, was gone.
But the only thing different was him.
The darkness had nearly devoured him and taken all he was.
He thanked the gods every day for saving him, for giving him a second chance.
But part of him wished they had let him die as punishment.
Instead, they had blessed him with Their gift.