Shadow Slave

Sunny wiped the blood off his lips and remained motionless for a while, staring at the wooden deck. There was an irate expression on his face, and when he threw a furtive glance to the side, his body trembled slightly.

"That's... great."

'The reflections of the gods and daemons...'

It made sense, in the senseless kind of way that seemed to be prevalent here in the Tomb of Ariel. The time storms were echoes of the final battles between the daemons and the gods. They had been created when the aftershocks of those unimaginable clashes reached the Great River through the titanic walls of the black pyramid.

So... it wasn't that unusual that there were reflections of the awesome deities still remaining in the eye of the storm, where time was frozen still.

Whose figure had Sunny witnessed just now?

Nephis, it seemed, also wanted to know.

"What did you see?"

Her voice sounded nonchalant, but he could tell that she was curious.

Sunny groaned and sat down, then summoned the Endless Spring to take a sip of water. Washing the taste of blood off his tongue, he lingered for a moment and said in a somber tone:

"I think I just saw Nether in full war mode, going all out."

The harrowing figure which was shrouded in darkness... Sunny was not certain, but he felt that it was the Prince of the Underworld, Nether - the Demon of Destiny - himself.

After all, he was also the Demon of Choice. And that was what Sunny had sensed within the boundless expanse of rippling darkness, an infinite amount of choices. True darkness also originated from the mists of the Hollow Mountains, where Nether's domain lay.

'Curse it.'

Sunny had seen a daemon before. However, he had not been reduced to such a sorry state after meeting Hope face-to-face. Why was gazing upon the Prince of the Underworld so different?

'I guess it was not seeing him... it was feeling an echo of his killing intent.'

so terrifying that simply looking at his reflection almost killed Sunny. And that was considering that he was an Ascended Tyrant, too... if a

'Scary...'

to Nephis and smiled

remind me to never get on the bad side of

slightly, giving him a dubious

that supposed

Nephis shook

look

Second Nightmare in the Underworld, so she must have been dying to

for a

no idea. I only saw a pair of raven wings, and a figure moving within a shroud of

at Ananke and

all gods and daemons reflected in these

priestess

my Lord. Perhaps they are - all except Weaver, who did not participate in the Doom War. War God, Sun God, Beast God, Storm God, Heart God, and Shadow God... their reflections should be here. The same goes for the daemons - the Demon of Desire, the Demon of Dread, the Demon of Choice, the Demon of Imagination, and the Demon of Repose. Oh... and the sixth one. Uh... I seemed to be forgetting

with embarrassment, and then ceased

stared at her for a

sixth one should be Oblivion. Oblivion is a she,

of

the Demon of Fate... the oldest of the seven. Hope, the Demon of Desire - although she was also often called Desire, the Demon of Hope, which was not confusing at all. Then there was Ariel, the Demon of Dread, and the Demon of Oblivion, whose name had been forgotten by all.

last two he had never heard of before. The Demon of

'Weird!'

particularly... demonic at all. He had expected something disastrous and terrifying, like the Demon of Strife or the Demon of Frenzy. The daemons had been feared above

sight. The word

so frightening about

imagine how ceaseless renewal might end up becoming a nightmare,

two daemons were

seven daemons were a mystery, as were

a place where I could learn a bit about each