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The sterile, blinding white of the hospital room felt like an insult after the crushing, abyssal dark of the Forgotten God’s domain.

Outside the door, voices murmured in hushed, urgent tones. Cassie stood leaning heavily on her wooden staff, her unseeing eyes cast downward as the lead physician delivered the grim verdict.

"It is a miracle she survived the physical trauma, but... her soul is completely silent," the doctor explained, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and pity. "The Changing Star is mundane now. Her aspect has been violently severed. Furthermore, the sheer strain on her nervous system has left her with severe, irreversible brain damage. She is suffering from unpredictable seizures, and based on her neural activity, she is likely experiencing vivid auditory and visual hallucinations."

Cassie’s grip on her staff tightened until her knuckles turned white. Sunny was dead. The cohort was broken. And now, the indomitable flame of humanity was flickering out in a mundane hospital bed.

When Cassie finally entered the room, Nephis was staring blankly at the beige wall. The imposing frame that had once struck terror into Nightmare Creatures now looked heartbreakingly frail, swallowed by the oversized hospital gown.

"Neph," Cassie whispered, sitting by the bed. She hesitated, searching for some spark of the old fire. "The Forgotten God is dead... but the Nightmare Spell. It still exists; we don't know the reasons behind it."

Nephis didn't turn her head. Her silver eyes, usually burning with an unyielding conviction, were utterly dull. She offered no response, showing less interest in the Spell than she did in the dust motes dancing in the sterile air.

The next morning, the bed was empty.

Panic swept through the ward. The doctors cornered Cassie in the hallway, their faces pale. "She cannot survive out there," the head doctor stressed. "Without constant medical intervention and medication to manage the neurological degradation, she will die. It is a matter of time."

Cassie turned her blind gaze toward the open window, feeling the city breeze against her face. "If Nephis does not wish to be found," Cassie said quietly, the weight of a thousand terrible futures in her voice, "then we wouldn't find her. But... I will still try."

\*-break time skip -\*

The small bell above the door of the cozy, out-of-the-way cafe chimed cheerfully. The aroma of freshly ground coffee and warm pastries filled the air.

It made a strange kind of sense for her to be here; she was the one who had always cooked for the cohort in the bleakest, darkest corners of the Nightmare Realms. Now, she cooked for oblivious, smiling strangers in the quiet corners of the Waking World.

Nephis stood behind the counter, wiping it down with a damp cloth. Her hands shook—a persistent, subtle tremor that she could never quite suppress. The seizures came more frequently now, leaving her exhausted and bruised, but she didn't care.

As she moved to the espresso machine, she glanced toward the corner booth.

He was sitting there. He was wearing his usual dark clothes, leaning back against the worn leather with his arms crossed behind his head. Sunny caught her eye and offered that familiar, wry, half-infuriating smirk.

You missed a spot, Princess, his voice echoed perfectly in her mind.

Nephis smiled faintly, her chest tightening with an overwhelming, bittersweet warmth.

This was her secret. The doctors had wanted to cure her. They had wanted to pump her full of suppressants and fix the "damage" in her brain. But she knew. If she stayed in that hospital, if she let them cure her, the hallucinations would stop. She would never see him again.

What would she possibly live for in a perfectly sane, silent, world?

Losing her Aspect was a mercy. For the first time since she was a child, her soul was not burning. The excruciating, agonizing fire that accompanied her every use of power was finally gone. In its place was a failing brain, a dying body, and the ghost of the boy she loved keeping her company in a quiet cafe. It was the happiest she had ever been.

The afternoon rush peaked. The cafe was full of chattering patrons, students reading books, and couples sharing pastries. Nephis plated a slice of cake and balanced a hot cup of coffee on a tray, making her way toward a table where an elderly woman was waiting patiently.

Halfway across the floor, the tremor in her hands violently spiked.

It wasn't just a shake this time. A sudden, blinding flash of static erupted behind her eyes. The tray slipped from her grasp, the porcelain shattering against the hardwood floor with a sharp crash.

Conversations stopped. Patrons turned in alarm as the tall, silver-haired barista collapsed to her knees, her body seizing as the final neurological short-circuit tore through her fraying mind.

Nephis didn't feel the hard floor. She didn't hear the gasps of the customers or the old lady calling out for someone to dial for an ambulance.

The world around her dissolved into a beautiful, quiet gray. Through the fading edges of her vision, the cafe melted away, and he was walking toward her. He wasn't sitting in the booth anymore. He was right there, reaching a hand out to her, looking at her with a gentle, unobstructed warmth he had so rarely allowed himself to show in life.

A profound, absolute peace washed over her. The pain was gone. The war was over.

Her lips parted, forming a faint, infinitely happy smile. With her very last breath, she whispered into the quiet dark.

"Sunny."

Her silver eyes slipped shut. By the time the panicked patrons rushed forward, kneeling beside her to check her pulse, there was nothing left to save. The Changing Star was gone.

Author's note: Hey guys, if you think it's more emotionally heavy, then you should try reading my different mini chapter.

Here's the link.

https://www.reddit.com/r/ShadowSlave/s/PSQvmbHwan

We keep assuming the VTB wants to survive and win, but what if it actually wants to die to cure itself from corruption?

The VTB stole Nephis's attribute/ability. It literally had access to some of the most overpowered healing flames in the entire verse. So why didn't it use that stolen ability to heal itself when one of her wings got cut off or even any of her fatal wounds left by Sunny? (And also narratively it sounds idiotic to give an ability and never to use it in a fight against Sunny.)

The most confusing part of the encounter for me was that out of all the tangible and intangible things the VTB could have stolen from Sunny, it chose to steal his intent to kill it. Why?

If the VTB is corrupted and trapped in its own nightmare, it might not have the willpower or ability to kill itself directly. By taking Sunny's murderous intent, it might be trying to absorb that drive, essentially using Sunny's own hatred as a catalyst to finally end its own life. It's almost like it was begging Sunny to finish the job.

I know this is not the perfect theory because it is born out of my coping and hoping.

It could be possible, right? 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭

Never watched Mr Robot or Even don't know anything about it (but I get this). Who is he?

Damnation A Ending: Cruel One