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The history Books forgot about us And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
Things were fine for a moment. Then his hands tightened against hers cruelly without any sign of the softness that had been there a moment ago. "But," she tried to say before she was thrust away as if the moment before had been a fluke. Aera caught herself as she threatened to topple over leaning on her cane for support. She worried and waited for him to continue has assault, imagining his hands rough against her throat once more. Aera just watched as Ardyn turned from her and began on his troubled and confusing tirade of bits of information.
"Two thousand," she repeated a bit shocked. It would be stupid to say she couldn't believe it. There he was, and his complete mental state wasn't something she could envision happening in the course of a day. Hadn't Caius mentioned an evil Somnus had quelled? Was it the Ardyn she saw before her. Her lips trembled as a shiver ran through her body. She didn't know although Ardyn claimed she did, and that frightened and saddened her more than the chaos around her. What had he done in that time?
"The gods showed your face when they told me who was to be king," she said when he asked if she knew of his fate. How her heart had filled with joy at their decision only for her heart to freeze in fear as Somnus interrupted the divine ceremony. She should have listened to that fear rather than his honeyed words. There was no other to blame for that transgression.
"A sacrifice?" her voice broke as her eyes widened towards Ardyn's back wanting to reach out to him, but knowing that it might be unwise to approach him further in this rage. "For what purpose? Why would they sacrifice their chosen king? Their deigned healer of the darkness that stained our Star?" She had only ever been a mouthpiece for them. They stayed silent save to appoint her; to announce their chosen. She rapid fired the questions both at Ardyn and towards herself as she tried to process this revelation.
Aera grew weary, faint, and she found the curb of the sidewalk and sat down on it. She placed both her head in her hands before shaking it, feeling the warmth of her tears on her palms. It didn't make sense. She still spoke even if it wasn't to Ardyn at this point. "Why not punish Somnus for his plot of usurpation against divine will? Or I for my loose tongue?" She prayed only to be met with the same nothingness of a response as usual.
His nails bit harder into his palm. Why was it that her denial was harder to hear? He hadn’t wanted it. He hadn’t wanted her contradictions when he had come to terms with her betrayal so long ago. She had to have known. She had to have -- she had spoken with a god. The very same god who had condemned him, who had cursed him, who he wished was capable of hate. This had all been nothing but a game from on high. Their pieces, nothing but toys. Ardyn, Aera, Noctis. Only Somnus had acted of his own volition.
And he hated them all.
”I was not to be king.” His voice dripped with darkness. ”Somnus was to be their founder and their light. They cursed me with the self-same power they granted so courteously from on high. They deigned me nothing but darkness.”
His power seeped again from his fingertips. Clouded and cold and thick with corruption. It came without his will. A miasma of his own making.
Aera collapsed and pulled herself to the curb, head in her hands and tears streaming down her cheeks. Remorse. Or was it pity? He shot her a look of disgust before strolling towards her and looming like a shadow at her back. ”And you were deigned the beacon of their velleities. Somnus struck me down. He had me burned and beheaded and when still I lived, he had me sealed away.”
His eyes swelled with hatred. His power thickened at his hand. It longed to overtake her. With a thought it would seize her in its corruption -- grasping and piercing and tearing her apart. He need only will it and it would come.
”You brought me to my fate. You and your loose tongue.”
The history Books forgot about us And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
It was her fault
Hearing Ardyn blame her hurt worse than of the throwing or choking had. It cut deeper than Somnus' blade, and she felt a vice grip around her heart as she choked up on her own emotion and gasps. She looked up over her shoulder trying to find any words at all to be faced with the face of the daemon. "I," she stammered her word lost aside a sob that shook her entire body. She what? Was sorry? No, this was not something she could just apologize away. She had damned the very person she swore to always stand by. This was a moment for actions not words.
Aera forced a few deep breaths in to calm the shaking as she thought. If the gods had done this to them, then they were no longer who she would turn to. She would do this herself with every ounce of power in her being until she once again took her last breath. Aera stood using her cane to balance as she faced Ardyn. "Ardyn," the words still jumbling around in her on exactly what to say even if her heart already knew the path she would follow. "I can not ask for forgiveness for it's something undeserved. I only ask that you let me rectify this. I know not how, but I will find a way."
Aera grasped at Ardyn's hand yelping as the power of the scourge bit and tore at her flesh. With all the might she had she laid it upon her chest and stared into those cesspools of hatred. "Or, make it so we walk the same path once more." The words came out hard and pained as she leaned into the darkness pulsating towards her heart. Aera had promised to always stay by his side, and she would again if he wanted even if she had to walk that path in darkness.
Aera stood, and as she turned, Ardyn found something different in her eyes. Sorrow, yes. Despair. But also a hard glint that he had long forgotten. Aera was no passive player spectating the events with a pitying eye. Had she not always been so? Something about her gaze felt right.
”Ardyn, I can not ask for forgiveness for it's something undeserved. I only ask that you let me rectify this. I know not how, but I will find a way."
Ardyn frowned. They were so different from the words he had so often heard from her tongue -- nothing but apologies. Nothing but pity. He had seen those eyes -- those same eyes -- again and again from the shadows. They were nowhere to be found in this Aera's gaze. She would rectify this. How? He could have laughed, but he didn’t. There was no rectifying the darkness he had suffered nor the thing he had become. And yet…
She took his hand, holding it gently even as the corruption burned her and she cried out in pain. For a moment, Ardyn could do nothing but stare. Did it not corrode at her flesh at it had so often his? She grit her teeth and brought it closer, laying it almost lovingly at her chest. What was she-?
”Or make it so we walk the same path once more.”
His breath caught. ”Aera.” She desired his curse. She desired his hatred, his darkness, the wrath of the gods, anything so long as they could stand together.
’Be with me always.’
Ardyn wrenched his hand away. He wouldn’t hurt her. He couldn’t.
”This path is mine alone.” His head spun. Could he have taken her? No. The gods had chosen him and him alone as their sacrifice. Should he try, he would only destroy her. ”There is no place for you along it.”
She had not seen him as a monster. Not as Somnus had decried, not as Lucis had remembered, not as Niflheim had excavated. He was only himself regardless of the gods’ will. Yet he was not the same man she had once known. The man she loved had wasted in the darkness even as Ardyn continued on eternally.
”The gods may have cursed me.” Ardyn’s lips twisted into a smirk. ”But they have gifted you that which Somnus stole. I would not seize it for myself.”
He turned and walked away from her, stopping only to consider the city before him. Weapons would be drawn again him soon. They had little time.
”Live the life that you could not have at his hand. Live it in my stead.”
The history Books forgot about us And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
Aera waited even as she winced and thought the pain was about to pierce through her skin. She maintained her steady gaze regardless knowing this was exactly what she meant to do. Why should she be allowed to above the darkness when Ardyn was submerged in it so deeply? Yet still he turned away from her, this time not even throwing her aside as he had a done previously. Aera blinked at him as he walked away from her and talked of not having her by his side. "But," she tried to say but he continued on.
He wanted her to live and something about that made her wish that she had not been given the second chance at all. Live to do what? Watch as her beloved was consumed by the Scourge, a daemon in all fact that if her heart had not beat against her chest so viciously, she would have swore it was a different man as she had so hoped when hearing his name profaned. What a cruel hand that god's had played in that regard if it was the truth. Aera clinched her free hand into a fist as she grasped her cane in an iron grasp. But hadn't she learned of the difference between the Glacian and the Shiva of this world? Was there still a chance these gods might prove less indifferent to the suffering of man? That this world that blended so many people together might promise an answer Eos could not?
She wanted to talk to try and explain to continue to try to persuade him, but a cry reached her ears. "If she's alive she'll be over here!" It was the woman who had tried to get her to leave earlier, she knew the voice. Aera sighed as she looked at Ardyn. "I will live Ardyn, I promise. For both of us." Even not together, even as she had felt the Scourge bearing down on her, she believed he meant it.
Aera stood firm an tall as the crowd seemed to be growing nearer. "I'll distract them," she nodded as she turned to walk down the alleyway. She supposed she could play victim long enough for Ardyn to leave. It wasn't so much for his escape as it was no one else needed to be subjugated to the Scourge she had promised to purge from him someway, somehow. She turned to say "I love you," but the street was empty except the corruption still left behind in his wake. The words still left her lips to no one as she hobbled down the corridor making sure she closed the distance between the crowd and herself.
