A Sunless Dream | Shadow Slave Fic

A cool breeze passed through the battlefield as thousands of fists encroached on Sunny and Orion's position with incomprehensible speed. Sunny gripped his blade in his hands, preparing himself for the onslaught as Orion continued to look at the cloud of people indifferently.

Orion extended his hand, shadows coiling upward to form a gigantic shield. The swarm of saints collided with the shield mindlessly attempting to break through, however none could get past Orion's defences. In a moment, Orion protruded spikes from the shield, impaling all those who had the misfortune of getting close.

Sunny dodged a rain of blood that threatened to pour upon him and sprinted forward, weaving through the incoming attacks with inhuman speed. He let his hand fly as he cut down the nearest attacker, ducking beneath a blow before removing their hand from their body in one fluid motion.

Launching himself in the air, Sunny's hands blurred as he conjured shadow bound gauntlets onto his fists. He landed in their midst like a thunderbolt, kicking the nearest person so hard he heard their lungs explode under the impact.

Pulling his foot back to avoid the blood, Sunny moved to attack the next opponent however was stopped in his tracks by their lack of a head. Orion blurred past him as he continued to bisect every living creature in his path in a flurry of murderous rage, blood hung in the air like a cloud as he moved, not even giving gravity enough time to act upon it.

Sunny followed him, his movements fluid and precise. He ducked under a wild punch, grabbing the attackers arm and summoning a sword to remove it from their body. Pivoting smoothly, he slammed his elbow into another fighters jaw, removing the lower half of their face from their body.

"You're not thorough enough, bastard!" Sunny roared in Orion's direction, as he ducked under another blow and summoned a scythe to impale them. Orion's eye twitched in response, he gouged the eyes out of an oncoming saint, used the empty socket to grab them by the head and threw the saint like a bowling ball.

The deceased body of the saint barrelled through the air with inhuman speeds, colliding with another's body with such force that they both exploded on impact. "Say's the guy who couldn't keep his hands off Changing Star midair!" Orion roared back; a mischievous smile settled on his face as he continued to cut his foes down.

Sunny fought back a blush as he didn't grace Orion's comment with a reply. Instead, he swung his scythe in a wide sweeping arc cutting down dozens with each swing. A fighter lunged at Sunny from the side, but Sunny pivoted, the blade of his scythe curved around to cleave through the attackers chest.

Leaping through the air, he vaguely saw the cloud of blood Orion produced in the distance as he slammed the tip of his scythe into another person. The saints moved to grab his scythe and break it, however it's form shifted and slowly turned into Sunny's favourite odachi as he continued his onslaught.

Across the battlefield, Orion moved methodically. His sword a blur of dark steel, he parried a series of punches with quick precise movements, countering with a slash that sent three fighters barrelling away from him. 'He's trying to wear us down' Orion thought to himself before jumping away from the crowd.

Shifting his body, Orion let out a sigh as he closed his eyes. Both of his hands gripped his blade firmly as veins protruded from his arms indicating his effort, his movement was so fluid it appeared he was moving slowly. He brought his sword to the side in one fluid motion, and in mere moments...

Space itself was cut.

Reality bent around Orion's blade; it was different from his usual slashes. It almost felt like he had been swinging the blade wrong his entire life. Space contorted and crushed hundreds of Saints that filled Orion's line of sight as his veins burst slightly, blood spewing from his arms before being re absorbed by blood weave.

'Can't do that continuously then' he mused to himself. Leaping back into their midst, Orion grabbed a man by the head. He was wearing golden armour and had beautiful golden eyes as Orion stared at him for a moment, kicking aside Saints as they came.

"You had a beautiful soul, didn't you." Orion mumbled to himself, before crushing the man's head in one movement. Sunny on the other hand, was not nearly as composed as Orion. After he felt space shift it appeared like the battlefield, they were standing on got shorter for a reason he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Jumping backwards to avoid a punch to his stomach, Sunny's scythe spun in a tight arc, slicing through an entire row of attackers. He grit his teeth as he felt a fist drive itself into his liver as he crouched low, sweeping the legs of all those around him before flipping backwards to dodge a punch.

Midair, he conjured a shadow sword in his free hand, landing with a flourish as he dual wielded the two weapons for the first time. "You bastard, I bet you can't do this!" Sunny roared, as his scythe carved wide, devastating arcs through the air, while his sword delivered rapid, precise strikes.

Orion jumped upwards slightly, slamming his feet into the chest of two attacks who rushed at him at once. Instead of rising to Sunny's provocation, he continued to silently mow his way through the thousands of Saints who stood in his way.

The horde closed in tighter, despite the ease they had cut down the Saints so far, it was not an easy process to do, rather their stamina had been drained massively through doing so. Sunny and Orion stood back-to-back as they continued to unleash an onslaught of attacks to their ever-increasing amount of opponents.

"Some of them are actual saints, why won't they transform?" Sunny shouted, his voice laboured as he released a sigh before he swung his sword downwards, releasing a vacuum of air that cut through a cluster of attackers.

Orion didn't answer immediately. He was surrounded, his scythe and mind moved in perfect unison. Parrying a sword with his scythe, he swept it low to remove their legs before throwing out a punch to impale the foe before him. Deciding to burn some essence, he released a concentrated blast of Nephis flames at the attackers before him, bisecting another thousand.

"Maybe he can't have any more than sixteen transform, and plus it's harder to fight in groups when transformed" Orion finally replied, his voice didn't sound very laboured however the single bead of sweat that grew upon his brow was all Sunny needed to see.

They were getting tired.

"How many minutes has it been!" Sunny roared, the realisation that Nephis was fighting Mordret finally setting in filled him with mild amounts of panic as his attacks grew more frantic. "Ask the blind witch, not me, I don't know!" Orion roared back, increasing his efforts.

Sunny didn't bother asking Cassie as he spun his scythe, the blade grew longer and sharper with each turn. Charging forward, Sunny cut through the crowd with reckless abandon. His sword flashed in his other hand as he removed limbs from the nearest foes as he went.

The second divine shadow followed closely, his scythe slicing upward in a devastating arc. The shadows around him thickened, coiling around his newly formed sword as he struck. Each swing left trails of essence in the air and emitted shockwaves that sent attackers flying.

Both jumped backwards, exchanging a glance to analyse each others form. Sunny's face was entirely coated in blood, slight dents being left in armour as he panted, hoping desperately to catch his breathe. Orion's face remained as clean as ever, however his hair clung to his body as sweat poured from his face.

This couldn't continue.