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WELP. If anyone wants to attack the daemon man on the side of the road, go for it. You can even have the strike land if you want. He's not going to bother stopping you.
I'm an impatient traveler ready to turn ship.
[attr="class","itsover"] Dying came far easier to him than living. Ardyn had grown used to that weightless sensation. The endless darkness held no more surprises for him than the edge of a sunlit horizon. With all of its secrets revealed, he could only twiddle his thumbs until the stars shifted. This time, he awaited something far different than resurrection.
Soon would come a meeting two thousand years in the making, and the guest of honor was late.
He didn't know how much time passed between his material death and the king's arrival. In the Astral plane, it could have been a minute or it could have been eternity. All he knew was that for one endless moment there was only the silence of death, and then he was not alone. Standing before him was Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum. Or rather, King Noctis.
The word twisted at the edge of his lips as painfully as his own adopted last name. Perhaps that was why he liked the sound of it. It made him feel something, and in his last moments, that gift was as good as any. Ardyn tilted his hat to the king as a quiet show of gratitude, or perhaps it was his final mockery to a man he knew would soon be dead. The king watched him with something that wasn't quite hatred and wasn't quite pity. Then he raised his hand.
The light burned him deeper than fire. It burned hotter than the touch of Ifrit and longer than the Hydrean's wrath. Ardyn felt a touch at his wrist and then caught a pair of somber gray eyes. They burned him. He felt it in every pore of his body until his hands, arms, and body were no more. Still it burned. There were no final breaths, no small reprieves of wind and stars, only that light and ever-encroaching oblivion.
'When the prophecy is fulfilled, all in thrall to darkness shall know peace.'
Silence came to him like a burial shroud. No longer burning. No longer anything but quiet. He felt nothing as his senses faded and the silence consumed him. He existed then in only a single thought: 'Let it end.'
The thought faded. And then, suddenly, there was weight.
His back pressed hard against uneven ground. The wind tussled softly at his hair. He lifted a heavy hand and touched at his forehead. Solid skin. He let out a tortured groan.
"Damn it all."
Despite the king's sacrifice, despite the promises of the gods, despite two thousand years of tempting fate, it seemed that Ardyn Lucis Caelum was still alive.
Ardyn took his time sitting up, darkly relishing in the churning of his stomach and the way his head would spin. He let out a deep breath and touched at his eyes. His fingers came back wet with daemonic residue. His body hadn't fully regenerated.
Above him came a gust of wind and the chirping of songbirds. He opened his eyes. Sunlight.
"How interesting." The light stung his eyes, but he shielded them with a hand and looked up to it anyway. It had been ten years since he'd last seen the sun. He'd thought quite reasonably that he'd never see it again. Not with the Infernian's plague blighting the world. "How very interesting," he said again even as the darkness inside of him twisted and his mouth soured into a scowl. It seemed that Noctis had succeeded, and yet still Ardyn remained. Ageless. Unchanging. Immortal.
The Oracle had lied to him.
A quick glance showed that he'd been resurrected in a half-wild woodland. On one side were trees half-barren with the approaching touch of autumn. On the other came the walls of a town he wasn't familiar with. Above him, a few stalwart birds tweeted in defiance of their extinction ten years before.
Interesting, but then, the gods were always as fickle as they were cruel. It came as little surprise.
With a soft sigh, Ardyn rose to his feet, straightening the folds of his coat and the cuffs of his sleeves as he stood. With the town so close, this wasn't the most convenient place for his resurrection -- not when his eyes still oozed daemonic blood. Still, Ardyn didn't care to check for incoming company as he scanned the forest floor. At best, he would slip by unnoticed until he could play at mortal for a while longer. At worst, he'd pretend to die in some mock witch hunt and then wait fifty years for his name to slip into legend. His fate hardly mattered when he had more important matters to deal with.
A missing possession, for instance.
"Ah, there you are." His hat had nestled itself by the roots of an old oak tree. He bent to retrieve it, brushing the dirt off of it before placing it back on his head.
The girl was still not used to this vast place. There was so much to explore, and so many different personalities in the people of Zephon. She explored Provo this time, noticing the saturated streets that eventually drifted into something smaller, like the lakes and the peaceful woodlands that seemed to be very tranquil and bright. It was the complete opposite of the bustling town that lay just on the outskirts of the woodland. She saw a tall man stand up in the woodlands, the sun penetrating through the leaves of the trees, shining onto him as he stood. She hesitated then; unsure of whether to dare approach the male. After hesitating a little while longer, she slowly began to edge her way closer to the male. The hat cast a shadow on his face, therefore she couldn’t see the daemonic plague that had taken over his body, and the residue that came from his eyes. If she saw that, she definitely would’ve run in the other direction. Edging closer to the man adjusting the hat on his head.
Walking up to him, she cleared her throat. She felt her heartbeat speed up as she noticed how the man towered over him and she instantly felt intimidated and started to back up just a tiny bit. “Ah, never mind. I’ll be going now.” She stuttered, before edging away a little more from the woodlands, stumbling backwards until she eventually fell over. She cursed, and sighed before just sitting there feeling exasperated. She just humiliated herself in front of some guy in the middle of the woodlands. Although, from this angle she had a better glance from his face, and saw that something was wrong; he was sick. He really didn’t look that well, and she instantly scrambled backwards and stood up. “Woah, are you alright?” She asked, looking a little panicked from the shadow on his face, and seeing how pale and exhausted he looked. He really didn’t look like he should just be relaxing in a woodland. “You look like you need to go to a doctor.”
[attr="class","itsover"] Footsteps behind him. Ardyn froze at the sound, listening as they approached on rough grass and then stopped directly at his back. It was just his luck to have been found so soon, and yet, he had somehow expected it. This was what happened when you made yourself an enemy of the gods.
“Ah, never mind. I’ll be going now.” It was a girl's voice, young and sharp. There were several more footsteps and then a yelp and a harsh thump. Curses spewed from the girl as she hit the ground. It was all so sudden and so unexpected that Ardyn could only stand there, silent and contemplative for several seconds before he finally dared to turn around.
What by all the gods had run into him now?
As it turned out, his mysterious assailant was nothing but a teenager. She sat tangled in a knot of tree roots, muttering unpleasantries to herself as she struggled to right her balance. She was an odd girl in high boots, small shorts, and a bandanna hidden behind boyishly short hair. She flailed about and generally made a fool of herself for some time before she realized that his eyes were on her and she froze, carefully looking up to meet them.
Horror lit her face as she caught a glimpse of his features. Oozing daemonic blood. Bright yellow eyes. Waxy skin like a corpse's. Ardyn smirked back at her to reveal his dull and tainted teeth. Soon, the realization would hit her -- that she'd stumbled into a monster. She'd scramble off like all the others, screaming horror tales of ghosts and daemons, and he would wait to recover before daring to slip among the unsuspecting-
Her eyes brightened and she threw herself to her feet. “Woah, are you alright?” The girl stared at him in utmost earnestness, leaning forward a little to get a better look at his face. “You look like you need to go to a doctor.”
Ardyn stopped. He paused. He ceased thought for a whole second as the weight of those words struck and then enveloped him.
'You look like you need to go to a doctor.'
He reached up to touch at his eye. It was still oozing corrupted blood, black as night and the Infernian's heart. He rubbed a black smear across his thumb thoughtfully.
And then he laughed. A doctor. He hadn't seen a doctor in a very, very long time.
"Oh my! But I think you're right! Woe is me! I seem to have been struck ill!" He gave the girl a grave look through gleaming yellow eyes and black sclera. "But it is so fortunate that you came along, my dear! Whatever else would I do? I think I feel faint already!" He touched at his forehead with the back of his hand and gave a dramatic sigh. Still, he couldn't do anything about the smirk lingering on his blackened, plague-touched lips.
A doctor? Would he have a cure for the dead?
"You seem like such a helpful girl. Could you lead me to one right away? I'm afraid...My head. I doubt I could find it on my own!"
He was anything but alright. His skin was sallow, his teeth were dirty- probably from the infection that looked like it was slowly consuming his body by the unfortunate position she was stuck in, where she could see all of his grotesque features and the sickening sight of the daemonic blood in a steady stream running down his cheeks. Her heart was pounding, and she cannot stop hyperventilating. At the sight of him, she really wished she hadn’t asked him if he was alright. It was giving her sickening memories of Geostigma, and how it wiped out so many townspeople of her country and Midgar. She didn’t want to be reminded of that. Not again. However, in this moment she really didn’t have a choice. She shuffled backwards, scrambling up onto her feet. It reminded her of being quarantined from the townspeople, to escape and find that there were huts full of sick people. How her best friend got sick, and she watched him suffer in pain… She didn’t want to have to see that again.
“Damn, I wish I had my healing Materia with me.” She muttered, standing up and dusting herself off. Putting a hand on the tree to steady herself, she tried to regulate her breathing. The guy was scary, but surely it wasn’t his fault... Right? She watched him smear the blood on his face, and she felt the bile rise in her throat, and she swallowed to push it down, forget she saw that. She couldn’t not help him. If she helped the people in Midgar and Wutai with their geostigma, why should she walk away from a guy like this? Clearly he needed the aid. He was in trouble! “I don’t really know the area… But I can try and find you a doctor.” She told him, scratching the back of her head nervously. His height and his condition definitely intimidated her, and there was no way in hell her heart was going to stop pounding and beating like a racehorse. “Have you had any water? Have you eaten? You must be exhausted.” She said, clear elements of panic and concern for the male evident in her voice. Although she was terrified of the man, she would get too much of a guilty conscience leaving him behind.
[attr="class","itsover"] The gravity of the situation seemed to hit her like a steam train. Perhaps he'd been turned at an odd angle. Perhaps his daemonic blood hadn't properly caught the light. Whatever the reason, it seemed that he'd hardly spoken before her eyes had shot open in horror and she'd taken three steps backwards. It was a smart move on her part, but far too little and far too late. He still couldn't quite believe that she'd approached him in the first place -- let alone offered him help. His were the kinds of injuries one only saw on the daemonic or dead. He wondered what kind of chaffed mind could have mistaken them for anything else. But then, most mortals were hardly the perceptive type.
“I don’t really know the area," she said, scratching uncertainly at the back of her head. "But I can try to find you a doctor."
Ardyn paused. Was she still going on about that? Even after she'd seen the damage? He couldn't even begin to fathom what she might have thought he suffered from or what she imagined anyone might do about it. Hadn't she noticed that he wasn't acting injured in the slightest? That he walked with his usual swagger and that he'd even had time for dramatics?
Oh, but she was so well-meaning. Ardyn could hardly find it in himself to turn her down.
"Really? But that would be excellent." He clapped his hands together decisively before letting his eyes wander from the forest to the town walls. He frowned a little in dismay. "Oh, but what if someone sees me? They'd look away in terror. I'm so..." He trailed off before giving a despairing sigh. "Unsettling."
His dramatics were only matched by her eagerness. She asked if he needed food or water. If he was exhausted. In truth, Ardyn needed food and water about as much as he needed air -- that was, not particularly though he'd never really liked going without it. If he was exhausted, it was only in spirit after being denied his proper death once more. Still, that answer would disturb her and lead to questions he didn't want asked. So he made do without the truth.
In short, he lied.
"I'm so weak. I feel myself fading. Why, but I can hardly stand for the trauma! I doubt I can make it to the city!" He leaned against the trunk of a nearby tree and pressed his head against it. He closed his eyes and gave a cough to make the act more convincing. "Perhaps...It would be best to leave me after all..."
Yuffie hadn’t even began to question how he was acting as if everything was okay or how he was basically acting as if he didn’t have blood streaming down his face. As if his skin wasn’t sallow, or his eyes were yellow and terrifying. The youngster would be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid. It would definitely be a huge lie. He was the pure image of horror and everything that would be in someone’s nightmares, but she felt an obligation to help the man, even if he was acting as if everything was fine to some degree. Even if she was going to help him, she was definitely having some regrets about walking over to him in the first place. She should’ve just walked the other way- maybe running would’ve been more appropriate, considering the state of the man before her. Smuggling him back through the city in attempts to find him a doctor would definitely be difficult. People would start screaming, and scatter across the streets. Getting him through there would cause an immense amount of havoc, and she had no idea on how to avoid that. She couldn’t just leave him behind, attempt to find a doctor and make the poor guy wait in a field until she returned. That hardly seemed fair. “Yeaaaah…. That’s going to be a huge problem. Any suggestions?” She asked nervously, hoping that he had some form of contribution to offer to her in hopes of finding him a doctor.
The impressionable girl watched as he pulled more of his dramatics, and leaned against the tree, offering a cough to seem more like he was sick. Unfortunately for her, she fell for it all. She gasped, and watched him. She took a step closer, but was hesitant to move any closer. Who knows what it was he was sick with? It could easily infect her if his blood got onto her hands. She pulled the backpack she came out here with off of her back, and rummaged in her bag to see if she had anything to offer. “I have a cereal bar and a bottle of water. Do you want it?” She asked, wanting to help him in any way she could. She gasped at the thought of just leaving him here to die. Her friends back home would be so ashamed of her if she did that. Yuffie couldn’t just leave him here! She would end up too riddled in guilt and shame if she just left the man to die. She had to try and do something, even if it was finding him a doctor. There was always the possibility that her attempts in aiding him wouldn’t help him at all, but she would damned if she didn’t at least try.
[attr="class","itsover"] If the girl noticed his theatrics, she didn't pay it any mind. In fact, they only seemed to spur her on. She jumped at his coughing, watching him from an alarmed distance as though she was worried she might catch his infection. Of course, she likely would catch it if she came in contact with his blood, but that was beside the point. He slid down the tree until he hit the lichen-covered bark below. The moss tickled at the back of his hand, and he felt the sudden urge to sneeze. But then that might scare the girl off, and he hardly wanted that.
At least not until he'd wrapped his mind around all of this.
The world as he'd last known it hadn't been so green, so loud, or so bright. Not after ten years of the starscourge. There hadn't been unprotected towns like this, the plants had quickly died off without sunlight, and no teenage girls would dare wander outside the city lights for fear of daemons. But Ardyn could sense no daemons. None but himself here in this new, bright world. He sighed at the thought of it.
Had the prince succeeded? And what of the Crystal? He could hardly stand a world as clean as this. So pure. So untainted in the way it hadn't been since before the Infernian's Wrath. This was the world Ardyn had once tried to create, and the one he had ensured would never exist again. At least not without great sacrifice.
And it had all been for nothing.
The girl crouched down among the gnarled oak branches, plopping a backpack in front of her. She unzipped it and rummaged for some time, lips tight, eyes narrowed in concentration. When she emerged, she held a metallic wrapped something in her hand. She held it out to him.
“I have a cereal bar and a bottle of water. Do you want it?”
A cereal bar.
He stared at it. His eyes lifted to hers -- wide and full of concern -- before they fell back to the silver-wrapped snack before him. His eyebrows furrowed. He opened his mouth, felt a dribble of warm bile dribble out, and then closed it.
A cereal bar.
He was chuckling before he could stop himself. It didn't fit into his sickly aesthetic, but then, he hardly cared. In all the two thousand years of his life, he had never stumbled upon someone so helpful, earnest, and completely, unabashedly air-headed as the girl kneeling before him.
He accepted her offer gratefully. It wasn't every day that one received such a grand gift as this.
"Why thank you, my dear. This is exactly what I needed!" He took the snack and, after it slipped several times through his plague-soaked fingers, managed to split open the end of the packaging. He was greeted with the dusty scent of processed carbohydrates and a sleek shine of sugar in the afternoon sun. It really was, in fact, a cereal bar.
Oh how splendid.
"Now, if you could run off and...get help. Maybe I could..." He coughed again behind his hand so as not to spray her with stray pestilence. "Oh no. My time is running out. Perhaps you came...too late..." He put a hand to his chest and let the bile rattle in his lungs. His breaths came liquid and shuddering.
He coughed heavily. "Hurry. Please! And if you could..." He glanced at her -- a brief flash of amusement through blackened sclera. "Leave the water."
The frightened girl felt her heart pounding in her chest, so hard she thought it could burst out. She hadn’t felt this afraid in a long time. Usually she was the image of confidence and strength (at least that’s what she thought.) but when it came to a guy with daemon blood, she definitely wasn’t feeling any of those things. She would rather just cower away in a bed, away from this guy. Unfortunately, she was in too deep. There was no way to escape this now. She had to at least try and help some way otherwise Tifa would give her all sorts of hell for not helping out a sick person. Aerith definitely would too. She worried about him when he slid down the tree. She reached out to touch him, but quickly retracted her hand back. As much as she would like to help him in every way possible, she did not want to catch whatever infection this was. Not until she knew how it was treated, and whether it was fatal. She was more than willing to risk her life if she knew it meant saving another, like she did with the geostigma. That was different, though. She knew that couldn’t be passed on the same way this probably could, with blood oozing from his eyes in the most horrific manner.
Yuffie cowered, and held out the water bottle. “D-did you want this, as well?” She offered, her voice higher pitched than usual. That was definitely the fear talking on her behalf. Watching him, she noticed the pool of bile that dribbled out of his mouth, and she felt nausea swirl deep in her stomach. It was a menacing and disgusting sight, but she definitely couldn’t leave him here to fend for himself. She watched him begin to laugh, and she flinched. What did she do that was so funny to him? All that happened was that she was keen to help him figure out whatever this mess was, and according to him it was funny indeed. She held the cereal bar gingerly, making sure that their fingers didn’t make contact. She didn’t have anything to scrub away the disease, and if there was a spring of water nearby she wouldn’t dare to wash in it. She wouldn’t want to infect the other townspeople with whatever horror she was staring at. The girl watched him struggle with the cereal bar, inwardly grimacing at the sight. She would help him open it, but it was covered by the slime of his plague and she wasn’t prepared to risk anything yet.
The naïve youngster gasped when she heard his lungs rattle, and covered her mouth with her small, slender hand. Was this the end of him? Had she truly gotten here far too late to do anything? “No, hold on! It’ll be okay. I will find some help for you.” She said, her voice optimistic but also filled with determination and panic all at the same time. She couldn’t leave him here to die! Her mind was swamped with so many thoughts and questions, and honestly she had no idea where to start. Watching him cough, it made her flinch. She was glad that he still had some courtesy left in him not to spray her with whatever plague he was infected with, and how she could see the devastation happening to his body. A grotesque horror was too light of a phrase for what she was witnessing, and any other normal mortal would be afraid and run in the other direction of what they were seeing. But not Yuffie. She regretted that, but she was doing it for her friends back home. For Yuri, Tifa and Aerith. She wanted to make them proud of her. The morbid sounds of his breathing terrified her more than she could explain, and she got to her feet. Hearing his request for the water, she left it on the floor near his hand.
There was something about the request that made a chill run down her spine, making her feel severely uncomfortable. The girl wanted to run away and never come back, but she couldn’t do that. Not to him. Even if he did seem like he just wanted to make Yuffie his toy for now, and play with her for his sheer amusement. Yuffie was too naïve and kind, and she would let him do it, because she believed that it would help him. That’s what he needed. Help. “But Sir, where would I even look for a doctor? I’m new here! I don’t know the area.” Her voice was filled with alarm and panic, as she truly believed that his time was running out. She didn’t know where to look, or which direction to even head in. She needed his assistance, but it was far too cruel to ask him to move. “Do you have anyone I can find in town to help you? Any friends, family maybe?” She asked, trying to keep her voice as gentle as possible, in fear that the panic would alarm him even more than he seemed. Her breath was ragged, even though she hadn’t moved from the spot she was standing in. Maybe it was just the panic setting in now at the thought of leaving him here to die. The guilt would override her brain, and completely consume her if he died whilst she went to look for help. “I can’t leave you here!” She said, feeling tears sting her eyes. She didn’t know this man, and didn’t particularly want to after she found him a doctor, but she was scared. God, she was truly scared.
“Tell me. What do I do? Where do I go?” She asked, her voice shaky as the tears masked over her voice, and stung in her eyes. She looked up and blinked them away. The girl couldn’t cry in front of this man! She would feel nothing more than pure humiliation and shame for crying over something that didn’t directly affect her. “I will help you. I promise. But I need to know where to go.”
[attr="class","itsover"] This had gone on long enough.
It wasn't that Ardyn pitied the girl or even that she no longer amused him. He obviously didn't, and he could have toyed with her all day for the entertainment value alone. But the act had grown tiring. He simply didn't know another way to dramatize events, not now that he'd succeeded in gaining her complete and utmost sympathy. The girl actually believed he was dying. While that idea wasn't entirely untrue, he would have liked to have pointed out that her concern came far too little and two thousand years too late. Still, her sympathies were honorable. Misguided, but honorable.
He sighed as she demanded that he tell her how to help. What a sweet, helpful girl. If only she weren't egregiously oblivious.
He would have to fix that.
"On second thought..." He sat up from where he'd slumped against the tree, eyes bright and smirking as he considered the sky. "Perhaps I was overreacting. I can be quite dramatic if left unchecked." He gave a whimsical sigh and rose to his feet, brushing off dirt and plant debris as he went. He couldn't have his coats disheveled, after all.
"See? I'm fine." He took off his hate and gave it a little flourish in emphasis. "Right as rain, though a tad more distasteful." He set the hat back on his head with a macabre grin. The movement loosed a few drops of blood onto the white ruffles of his shirt, but he paid it no mind. He had far too much experience removing stains of bile and pestilence.
"You seem like a helpful girl, so let me put your mind at ease. I'm not dying, I assure you. It's just a minor...Inconvenience."
He took a few thoughtful steps across the glen's wild grasses, biting casually into the cereal bar as he went. His mouth rushed with sweet glaze and crunchy granola. He chewed thoughtfully before swallowing and tossing the tainted snack behind him. It landed on an anthill and rolled in dry dirt. Maybe it would infect the ants, but then again, maybe not.
"So hurry along." He waved a hand at the girl dismissively. "You wouldn't want to get caught up with me. Something might happen to you." He glanced to the girl and smiled when he met her eye. "Something terrible."
Yuffie watched how he halted the dramatics and then all of a sudden he was fine. She stood there in shock, her jaw dropped. She couldn’t move; she was frozen to the spot she stood in. How was he just acting as if nothing was happening? He was covered in blood, and overall putrid things. Before, she was horrified at the sight of him. Now she was horrified at the fact he said everything was fine when it very clearly wasn’t. Not to her, anyway. Her brows furrowed in deep confusion and concern. She didn’t know how to process this situation- the man before her was acting as if he was dying, and now he was just… okay? That hardly seemed right. Was he doing it just to stop her from worrying? Or was he wanting to just go somewhere and die? The impressionable youngster really didn’t get it at all, and for the moment she was speechless. She listened to the words he said, and tried to analyse them in her mind despite all the other wild thoughts consuming her concentration.
“But—no! You are sick. You need a doctor.” She told him, her voice higher than usual due to the concern and mild tantrum that was arising. She was prepared to help him and get a doctor. She put so much effort into this conversation and this male, and now she was simply being dismissed like she had just gone to a meeting. She saw the blood splatter on her shirt, and it made her incredibly uneasy. Hearing him say that he wasn’t dying just severely confused her brain, and she didn’t know what to believe. “How can you not be dying? I mean, look at you! You’re a mess!” Yuffie cried, wincing after she called him that. She realised it was rude, and she backed away slightly. She felt awkward now that she just called him that. “What’s the worst that could happen? You still need a doctor.” She huffed, folding her arms across her chest and stomping her foot into the ground. Although she was young and impressionable, she was stubborn. She would fight for something if she believed she was right. “Is there really… nothing I can do for you?” Her voice was just above a whisper, and he wondered if he would even hear her. If she didn’t do something, she would feel like she failed her friends back home.
