Shadow Slave

"What the hell?!"

Sunny reached the edge of his makeshift raft and froze there, his fingers submerged in water. A perfect copy of him was standing motionlessly a few meters away, looking down with a mocking smile on his lips.

The pale face, the onyx eyes, the raven black hair... it was all the same. But the apparition was much more composed and full of malice than Sunny. There was a boundless ocean of madness hiding behind the cold darkness of its amused gaze.

For a moment, Sunny was convinced that one of Mordret's Reflections had somehow found him within the mist. But the tone with which the apparition spoke was simply too familiar. With a shudder, he realized that this copy of him was the manifestation of the Sin of Solace.

However...

"Gods. You look so pathetic."

'Yeah... that's definitely that damned sword.'

But how could it be?

At first, Sunny had only heard indistinct whispers when holding the Sin of Solace. Later, he could clearly hear its voice. And later still, after Falcon Scott, a vague illusory figure would follow him around... now, however, that figure seemed perfectly real.

That was not the most frightening fact, though.

The most frightening thing was that Sunny did not have the Sin of Solace summoned. How could the spirit of the cursed sword be here, if the sword itself still rested within the still darkness of his soul?!

Suddenly, a chill ran down Sunny's spine.

As if reading his mind, the Sin of Solace laughed.

"Ah, how fun. I'll give you some credit, Lost from Light... you never fail to amuse, at least. What, are you afraid of me now?"

Sunny hated to admit it, but he was. He did not know what to expect from the cursed jian... it was tied to Ariel, after all, who was both the Demon of Dread and the architect of the harrowing pyramid of nightmares. Even if the Transcendent Memory only contained a facsimile of a distant whisper left behind by the ancient daemon, it was still an artifact of terrifying power.

He knew that power all too well. Sunny had slain many Corrupted Nightmare Creatures with its help, after all - some of whom he had no business being able to kill - and, as a result, was exposed to its destructive influence in turn. He had thought that he was handling the insidious influence of the Sin of Solace well...

But if he had, then why did the apparition feel more real than ever? How was it able to appear before him without him even holding the cursed sword?

Sunny remained silent for a while, then forced out a smile.

"Afraid of you? Nonsense! Of course not."

The Sin of Solace tilted his head a little, studying Sunny with some interest.

"Oh... but I think you should."

but that only made

exhaled with

Am I supposed to be frightened of every imaginary bastard? Life's too

doll-like young man in front

sure that I am not

Sunny scoffed.

for a long time, of course, but since you were not annoying enough to waste my time on getting to the bottom of this, I chose to concentrate

and looked up at the Sin of Solace while still remaining in a sitting

tiny, insignificant part of my mind that the enchantments of the Sin of Solace

looking at him with

Sunny shook his head.

You asked me if I was done feeling sorry for myself? I was not compelled to answer. You asked if I was afraid of you? For a moment or two, I was, and yet I was able to say that I wasn't.

He grimaced.

I told you to shut up instead of giving

Sin of

but your Flaw is a subjective thing, isn't it? Maybe you can lie to me not because I am a part of you, but simply because you believe that I am a part of

Sunny smiled.

that is not the case. Plus, I had no reason to believe that you weren't an actual entity before. If anything, it would have been the other way

Then, the spirit of the cursed sword... the small broken piece of

I am not real. Indeed, I am just

for a few moments, and then

splintered piece of

He laughed.

wouldn't that mean that you have completely lost your mind? Lost from Light... damn

the laughing copy of himself with

he had

moments, he turned away and uttered through

"...Shut up!"

the makeshift raft forward. The mist was

he grew thirsty, he summoned the Endless Spring and drank from it, looking at the clear water around him with suspicion. When

stocked up

envoy to Clan Valor, there was no need to anymore. So, there had not been a lot of useful things

to tell how much time had passed since Sunny entered the Nightmare, too. The dim twilight permeating the mist never grew brighter or

of his time numbly staring at the wood grain of his makeshift raft. For

again, perhaps it was the fact that he had gone crazy that caused the irrational sense of familiarity

to appear without Sunny summoning the cursed sword. The less stable his mental state was, the more

and emotionally drained. However,