Shadow Slave

…There was warmth, sunlight, and the smell of fresh sheets, wood, and green leaves. Sunny slowly opened his eyes and felt the bed beneath him sway gently. No... the world itself had swayed.

It was time to face a new day.

Suddenly overwhelmed by terror, he sat up with a growl, his eyes wildly searching for the signs of danger, disaster, and death. His four hands rose, sharp claws ready to tear flesh apart.

'No, no, no… it was all a dream, I'm in the nightmare again! I never escaped!'

Panic washed over his mind, but the slowly receded.

Sunny remained motionless for a few moments, then lowered his gaze and stared at his four hands. Four… this was the shadow demon's body. He was awake. He was himself… well, the Nightmare version of himself… ah, it was all so convoluted…

He remembered the desolate fortress, the endless torments he had dreamt of, the fearsome battle with the black steed, and his eventual victory. The terrible pain of his last heart giving out.

…Tu-tum-tu-tump. Tu-tum-tu-tump. Tu-tum-tu-tump.

Hearing the strange sound, Sunny looked at his chest.

His three shadows were sprawled on the ground, so the rough skin of the shadow demon had lost its obsidian color and was back to its original complexion, as pale and grey as it had been back when he first entered the Nightmare. There was a thin, barely noticeable scar running vertically from his collarbone to his abdomen.

And beneath it… tu-tum-tu-tump… two mighty hearts were beating steadily, circulating rivers of blood through the gaunt, towering body of the four-armed demon.

He blinked a couple of times.

'I am… alive?'

alive, but he also seemed to

two missing fingers were now back, be it of a slightly different color and seemingly carved out of ashen, polished wood. He tentatively made his hands into

pressing against their tips. His two

looked around, trying to understand where he

made out of wood, and so was the floor, hidden under an opulent plush rug. The

the floor, a tray with succulent fruit on an intricate

the lavish decor, the room…

Sunny frowned.

'Wait a minute…'

just like this, but far more dilapidated and empty,

mind, and his vertical pupils

'Noctis! That lying crook!'

beautiful tree growing around its mast… only that vessel had not been shattered and wrecked, then

captain — the great and powerful Sorcerer of the

the black steed and kept his promise, fashioning a new heart for the shadow demon's body, and even replacing the fingers Sunny had lost while trying to learn how

was very nice of

didn't mean that Sunny would not still enjoy ripping the bastard limb from

monster crap! Spend the night in the fortress, Sunless… what's the worst that could happen, Sunless! I'm going to

and clenched his fists, almost slicing his own skin apart with the claws. He was full

of making the deceitful sorcerer squirm felt very nice. But no matter how

were far more productive things in life than harboring thoughts of revenge against someone like

had to think about instead. The nightmares, the battle with the Shadow stallion, the rewards he had received after emerging victorious from it,

did not receive an opportunity to consider all these important and

his name, the damned sorcerer suddenly opened