Shadow Slave

Sunny stared at Caster with a grim expression. Despite the amiable smile and reassuring voice, he knew what the handsome Legacy was doing.

He grew up in the outskirts, after all.

Caster had said "I will help you."

But what he actually meant was "I will own you."

Because there was no better leverage than a gruesome secret. This help of his was going to come at a price.

But what choice did Sunny have, really? Unless he was ready to fight and kill Caster right there and then, thus silencing the only witness of his crime forever, he couldn't refuse.

Plus… what Caster thought was going to happen and what would really happen was not as set in stone as it seemed. As long as Sunny was alive, there was hope of turning things around, somehow.

He just had to get through this, one step at a time.

Sunny forced out a smile.

"Thank you, Caster. I won't… won't forget it."

Then, he glanced at the dead body lying at his feet and took a step back, escaping the quickly growing puddle of blood. His face remained calm, but a small, almost imperceptible shiver ran through his body.

"So… what do we do now?"

The proud Legacy lingered, then said in a solemn tone:

first, we can't let anyone see you like this. Wait here for a while.

didn't really want to stay anywhere near Harper, but Caster was right. Walking around covered in blood was a

"And then what?"

Caster hesitated.

rid of the body. But… it won't be easy to do without being noticed, if not by slum rats, than

a crowd of people? But no. Having Sunny in his pocket would benefit Caster more

the shadow to keep an eye on things after the handsome young

Sunny sighed and sat on the floor, resting his back against the flimsy wall of the hut. He was so

was slowly descending on the ruins, drowning everything in comforting darkness. Of course, he could still see the bloodied body lying

still open,

I am stuck with you forever, aren't

looking into the Soul Sea, Sunny knew that a new shadow had joined the silent ranks of every creature he had ever

he could do

Time slowly crawled.

was taking Caster a long time to gather everything needed without raising any suspicion. He had to avoid prying eyes and waste a lot of time conversing with people who constantly

you seen Sunny?" Do you

he had killed, Sunny smiled darkly and listened to what kind of excuse the Legacy would come

while, his thoughts began to wander. He listened to the sound of rain falling on

of it, Sunny was

was clouded in mystery and screamed of tragedy, he came from a simple background. His story was more mundane than tragic. A trivial story of unfortunate people living hard and

both menial workers. They were poor, but not destitute. His dad was employed by one of the numerous maintenance crews that took care of the city's outer barriers. His mom worked in an underground factory that produced air filtration systems. Together, their income was barely enough to afford a small cell in one

was born, when Sunny was around four, his father was killed in a work accident, which was not a rare occurrence among the city maintenance workers. Three years after that, his mother got

and cute, so she was eventually adopted. Sunny, however, was older and had "behavioral problems", which made him pretty much completely undesirable. After enduring a few years in a series of increasingly vile foster homes, he