Shadow Slave

Sunny walked through the empty halls of his castle, shrouded in shadows. Wherever he passed, the pale radiance of moonlight disappeared, devoured by the tide of flowing darkness. His steps were silent, and so were his thoughts.

Raising a hand clad in a glove of black silk, he traces his fingers across the intricate engravings, uncaring to remember the events depicted on the ancient stone walls. They were his triumphs and his victories, etched into the annals of history… but all of it was so distant and had happened so long ago, at the dawn of the Age of Heroes.

He had been a hero once, too, battling the remnants of the Corruption across the mortal realms. He had been cunning and fearless, valiant and unrelenting, full of faith and hope.

…The Age of Heroes was over, but Sunny still remained.

By now, all of his servants and warriors had long left, taking the treasures he did not care about anymore with them. The halls of the castle were populated by shadows, and nothing else.

Well… except for one loyal fool who was too stubborn to get the hint.

'Sorry, kid. You should have found a better master…'

Damnation… why did his heart suddenly hurt so much?

Sunny opened the gates to the courtyard, not bothering to close them as he left. This castle of his would be, without a doubt, overtaken by one of the other Chain Lords soon enough. Or maybe even a ragtag gang of random bandits… he did not care too much about it, either.

Standing in the darkness, Sunny hesitated, and then took out two knives from the hidden sheathes on his forearms. One seemed to be cut from a single piece of ghostly glass, the other from beautiful ember.

One was the knife entrusted to him by the Lord of Light, and the other was the one he had stolen.

The nightmare he had seen must have been because of a sense of guilt he had not known he felt. But why would he? The fool only had himself to blame for losing the knife to Sunny.

And surely, the two brothers were not demented enough to come up with something that distasteful… at least not yet.

Sunny sighed and shook his head, indifferent to the fate of the other immortals. Then, he turned slightly and watched as a tall figure appeared from the darkness.

A towering demon with pale grey skin, four arms, and twisting horns approached him and bowed his head, a sorrowful expression contorting the bestial lines of his face.

Sunny smiled.

gloom, kid. You

The demon didn't answer.

he was

the glass one to the tall

god made that knife, you know? It is a very precious thing… precious enough that

looked northeast, considering something, and

to the War Maiden. Tell her... tell her that we'll

demon clenched his fists, then

Sunny chuckled.

this is how it has to be. Now, go!

then growled sorrowfully, and disappeared into the

hills of emerald

creature was gone, Sunny recalled his shadow scouts

back once. What a heartless

gates of the castle, followed by a sea of

mane as dark as night, with long horns protruding from

stallion's eyes burned with

Sunny smiled.

Will you let me ride on your back

jumped into the saddle, and sent his terrifying steed galloping across the land. They flew through shadows and raced across the chains that swayed between two lightless

one thing

crushing weight of knowledge and duty, Sunny was finally free, and at

for one thing. Why did his heart have to

didn't have

on the back, and said his farewells. The steed then turned into a vast, sprawling shadow and disappeared, as though

even made an attempt to hide his heartbreaking grief, to not burden his

a few moments, and then made