Shadow Slave

A few days passed.

The Sanctuary stood empty and silent. The beautiful garden was devoid of its usual liveliness, and the winds howled as they passed through the ring of giant menhirs. Here and there, mundane things left behind by the people that had departed in a hurry lay, forlorn and forgotten. No one was ever going to return for them.

Sunny had never seen the Sanctuary this desolate and hollow… not in the future and not now, in the distant past. The sight of it was sad and eerie.

He had spent these days training tirelessly and learning to control his new body. This latest transformation had not been as fundamental as becoming a demon after living his whole life as a human, so his progress was swift. More than that, mastery of Shadow Dance made Sunny especially attuned to his physicality and change.

In truth, he did not need a whole week to achieve the goal. But practicing with Saint reminded him of the simpler times, and so, helped him prepare himself for the battle ahead mentally.

…On one of the last nights he had to spend in peace, Sunny woke up suddenly, thinking that he had heard a distant scream. Had he really, or was it just a vestige of a dream?

He sat up and glanced into the window, a deep scowl appearing on his face.

'What dream, you fool? Awakened don't dream…'

But who could have screamed in the Sanctuary? There were only two people left here. Sunny himself…

And Noctis.

He hesitated for a moment, and then stood up, summoning the Puppeteer's Shroud. After thinking for a bit, he also summoned the Cruel Sight, wrapped his shadows around himself, and walked outside.

The full moon shone in the night sky, drowning the world in ghostly blue light. Guided by it, Sunny walked across the empty garden and approached the residence of the sorcerer, where the immortal had disappeared to days earlier and never came back out.

The door stood open, and the Sailor Dolls guarded it silently, their wooden faces devoid of any sign of worry.

Passing between them, Sunny entered the residence and studied the familiar chamber. It had changed slightly… the stone floor was even more broken and littered with deep cracks, the piles of shards had grown taller.

However, there were no tremors running through it from time to time anymore, as if whatever it was that had hidden beneath had either died, fallen into a slumber, or gone elsewhere.

Noctis was in the middle of the room, sitting on a pile of rubble with a pained look on his face. The sorcerer looked… unwell.

His skin was deathly pale, with dark circles under his eyes. His lustrous hair had grown dull and was disheveled. Even his elegant garments, which had always been flashy and immaculate, were now wrinkled and in disarray.

What's more, Sunny could have sworn that there… that there was something moving beneath the sorcerer's skin. It appeared for a moment, and then was gone, making him unsure if he had seen it or just imagined the whole thing.

Noticing his presence, Noctis slowly turned his head and smiled weakly.

"Ah… Sunless. You are just in time. How do I look?"

Sunny stared at him for a moment, and then said:

"You look like crap."

The sorcerer blinked a couple of times, then threw a hurt look at him.

idiot! How

a Sailor Doll

attention after registering its presence and position. Now, he took a closer

dressed in his best silks, and wearing a gorgeous black wig. It stared senselessly in

his mouth, then closed

"...What the hell?"

The sorcerer shrugged.

Lords would notice

at Sunny with a

covered his face with a

really think that this… thing… will fool anyone? Have you lost your mind? I mean, lost

at him in confusion, and

forgot

and clapped them

sitting on the pile of rubble, the other standing a few meters away and staring at Sunny with an obnoxious smile. Even though he knew that the second one was just a Sailor Doll,

"How about now?"

Sunny gulped.

"Yeah… it looks fine."

then raised the glass of wine to its lips, pretending to drink. The likeness was uncanny… but more than that, Sunny could feel that the real enchantment went much deeper than just looks. He

something that looked exactly like a Transcendent soul core burning in its chest. Sunny

were to look at the mannequin, would she have seen an Aspect Name and a list of

than fine. It is very

Once again, it seemed as if something moved

last thing left to do before we leave. Follow

at the broken floor of the stone chamber,

he would never

was leading him, but felt that it was important. One of the

they walked, the sorcerer suddenly

a lot about what you have told me,

with surprise, but did not say

a few moments, and

priestesses. It was surrounded by a vast forest where we played and hunted. There was

his face, and his eyes

had dried up. Everything felt unfamiliar and strange, like a distant dream. And for a

suddenly smiled and

this. This sanctuary that I have built with my own two hands, the people that I saved, the land that I tried to protect, the duty

looked around, enjoying the sight of

sorcerer was, perhaps, seeing it

His face grew heavy.

a few moments,

don't need to belong somewhere, or to something. You just need to make something belong

with a proud look on his