The world was falling apart.
The fate of humanity was hanging by a thread, and all of existence was being consumed by war.
And yet, Sunny felt at peace.
It was peculiar and borderline immoral, but he was content and happy. He was happier than he had ever been before, even. Objectively, his life had become a never-ending nightmare. All seven of his incarnations were constantly engaged in bloody battles, and more often than not, he returned from the battlefield battered and broken.
Worse than the violence and the pain of having his body ravaged and torn was the crushing weight of responsibility that pressed down on his shoulders. Humanity was facing extinction, and Sunny was responsible for humanity — his failures cost countless lives, and his victories were never swift and decisive enough to make him feel like he couldn't have done better.
Scores of cities, billions of lives... the very future. All of it depended on Sunny — on him personally — and that burden was too harrowing for anyone to carry.
So, by all accounts, he should have felt suffocated and exhausted.
But he didn't.
Instead, every morning, he woke up with a smile...
Well, not every morning. Sleep was a luxury Sunny could not quite afford at the moment, after all, so he slept no more than once a month.
Other than that, though, his life was weirdly idyllic.
He got to spend his days side by side with the woman he loved — and who loved him back, knowing who he was. And even if their days as a couple were a bit peculiar, spent all across the two worlds battling harrowing Nightmare Creatures, they found time to enjoy each other's company amidst the carnage.
There were quiet moments, as well. The mundane moments that were as sweet as moments of passion. Having meals together, watching the sun rise in the silence of an early morning. Talking about meaningless nonsense, sharing stories of the past. Cutting each other's hair. Confessing nonsensical opinions and arguing over them. Reading a book over the other one's shoulder. Witnessing your partner in their most natural, ordinary moments...
And so much more.
Sometimes, Sunny caught himself watching as Nephis quietly read the reports that piled on her desk or meditated between battles, feeling like he couldn't be happier.
As for the endless clashes against Nightmare Creatures... despite the grotesque violence and agony of it all, Sunny was enjoying himself on the battlefield, too. After all, whether he liked to admit it or not, battling Nightmare Creatures was more or less his profession. Sunny had spent his entire adult life slaying abominations... and he was damn good at it.
And there was immense satisfaction in doing what you knew best, and doing it well.
The wounds, the bloodshed — Sunny did not mind it. Not only because that was all he knew, but also because it was not meaningless. He was not fighting to survive... no matter the cost.



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