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?'

was he alive, but he also seemed to possess two

slightly different color and seemingly

palms pressing against their tips. His

looked

walls and ceiling were made out of wood, and so was the floor, hidden under an opulent plush rug. The bed he

room, a pile of bright sitting pillows on the floor, a tray with succulent fruit on an intricate wooden table, and a large

the lavish decor, the room… felt

Sunny frowned.

'Wait a minute…'

room just like this, but far more dilapidated and

mind, and his vertical

'Noctis! That lying crook!'

the magnificent sky vessel that had a beautiful tree growing around its mast… only that vessel had not been shattered and wrecked, then recovered and

captain — the great and powerful Sorcerer of the East,

have picked Sunny up after the battle with the black steed and kept his promise, fashioning a new heart for

very nice

not still enjoy ripping

Sunless…

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

face. Yes… the thought of making the deceitful sorcerer squirm felt very nice. But no matter how weak and affable Noctis seemed, he was an immortal Transcended, a Chain Lord of the Kingdom of Hope.

in life than

nightmares, the battle with the Shadow stallion, the rewards he had

did not receive an opportunity to consider all these important and vital

Sunny thinking of his name, the damned sorcerer suddenly opened the