Shadow Slave

Sunny sighed, then dismissed the runes, feeling the familiar heat igniting deep within his soul, growing stronger and stronger with each breath.

Effie and Kai looked at him, curiosity and concern mixing in their eyes. Cassie silently retrieved the Quiet Dancer and turned away, listening to the dark forest that surrounded them.

A few moments later, the little girl asked:

"So, uh… what exactly happens now?"

Sunny gave her a grim look.

"...Now I will scream and thrash for a while. Forming a new core is probably the third worst pain I have ever experienced… and that was just the Demon core. Damnation."

Effie blinked a couple of times:

"What are the second and the absolute worst, then?"

He hesitated for a bit, and then said hoarsely:

"Attaining a daemon's lineage was pretty bad. But the most terrible thing, by far… was catching a glimpse of fate. That one I only survived by accident."

The gloomy shadow shivered, remembering their past. Sunny, meanwhile, scoffed.

'Being gutted by the Black Knight did not even make the list, huh… maybe I need to rethink my life choices.'

At that moment, the heat burning within his soul reached a critical point, and the Spell whispered into his ear:

[Your shadow is taking shape…]

A blinding pain exploded in his chest, sending Sunny to his knees. He gritted his teeth and remained silent, refusing to let out a shriek, a wail, or even a growl. This was not his first time experiencing that pain… even though, this time, it was far more intense.

A human soul was not meant to contain many cores…

That was the conclusion Sunny had come to a while back, thinking about how the process of Awakening was pleasant and euphoric, but gaining new cores and a daemon's lineage was harrowing and torturous. Humans were meant to walk the path of Ascension, but becoming a different type of creature was against their nature.

And Weaver's lineage was simply against all nature… it was aberrant and forbidden, something that was never meant to exist at all.

'Argh!'

The pain grew stronger, and stronger, and then stronger still. Just like before, he felt as though his soul was being torn apart, something rising from its depths and cutting his very being with its sharp edges. However, Sunny was used to this torment. He accepted it, allowed himself to dissipate into it, and endured.

However, then, something entirely unexpected happened.

Sunny failed to suppress a scream, and fell to the ground in convulsions. Effie

What…

and his skin was on fire. Sunny clawed at the

across the forest, the roar changed, growing lower

his soul grew cold, and his tortured body was released from the cage of suffering. Sunny exhaled hoarsely, then relaxed and remained laying

of the Spell resounded from the darkness, echoing between

[...Your shadow is complete.]

moments later, he heard another voice, this one

is

***

to take a look at his runes. However, even

considerably further down than

'Huh?'

him, forgetting their task of watching out for a potential attack. Luckily, Cassie was still vigilant… Sunny frowned, then glanced down to take a look at his own body,

shadow demon… devil… grew even taller, now standing at almost three meters of height. His skin had turned into a darker shade of grey,

horns had grown longer and sharper, as well. More than that, there were now four of them… well, three and a half,

entirely black previously, now seemed like two pools of

been fearsome before, but now, he was simply terrifying. Even Sunny himself would not

head,

neck hurts from staring at you. Is this how everyone

the smiled

that is presuming that they are looking

The little girl snorted.

one! You've been hanging out with Sunny way too much, it seems!

her jabs, Sunny curiously looked at

after all… what would its

a four-armed devil were there, staring

and glowering, full of bad mood and disdain.

seem noble and gallant despite being the exact copy of the other shadow, looking at it with arrogant contempt. They were of the exact same height, and yet, the haughty shadow

creepy shadow appeared, it lost the staring contest to the gloomy shadow. The haughty shadow, however, did not seem impressed even a little

continued to drill holes into each

then covered his

two

***

the happy shadow, that hopeless fool — something

away from the shadows

familiar symbols shimmered in the air in front