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Wait, so Noctis had a perfectly arranged marriage? Alex was a little envious of that, to be honest. Most people who had their choice rarely got one that fit them so well. To have it picked out of your control and still have it work out so well. Part of him just chalked it up to what he considered to be Noctis's absurd luck. Considering he'd been bailed out from certain death at least twice, got a place to stay, and everything just kind of fell into place for him, he'd almost been tempted to ask Noctis what the lottery numbers were. And then on top of that, Noctis seemed to be more concerned with him."It's fine. It's the constant ebb and flow of a twelve thousand year struggle between light and dark. With occasional outside invaders deciding to mess with everything." He dismissed it. "Still. The concern is appreciated. Truly. Maybe I could crash on your world for a bit. You do owe me a camping trip with the guys. Last thing you told me we'd do before you left for home." And while he wouldn't seriously hold him to that...
Well, a camping trip just sounded like fun.
Honestly, he wasn't sure he needed to give Noctis more information. He just knew, deep down, in his bones, that Noctis would just instinctively know who Emet-Selch was. Mainly because Emet-Selch was an asshole. Still, a little bit of help couldn't really hurt. "Emet-Selch is just a title. He might also go by Hades. He'll either have a skunk stripe or completely white hair." He paused a moment before adding on. "Or Solus zos Galvus." Shaking his head, he waved his hand a couple times. That wasn't the important bit. "Look, what you need to understand is that Emet-Selch is a shapeshifting master of darkness who will unleash unspeakable evil if given the chance." In short, if Emet-Selch were really here, it was only a matter of time before he caused problems.
Because that was what Emet-Selch did.
He was always in trouble, usually of his own making, because of course he would do that. Hades was never the type to do anything otherwise. Even if I often dragged the Third Seat into it. It was a stray thought that didn't quite feel like his, enough to give him brief pause, but he dismissed it all the same. "Trust me. You'll know him when you meet him. Never in your life will you meet someone as smarmy." No one. No. One. Had that sense of smug superiority like Emet-Selch. That oily, smarmy, used car salesman vibe. Doing his best to impersonate the Ascian, he simply made his point. "Weary wanderer--you've no fight left to fight! No life left to live!" Before adding on a disgusted Blegh. He grumbled for a bit.
"He's also destroyed seven worlds, under his command he saw another one turned into an eternal night of demons, tried to destroy a ninth world, and almost turned me into a light monster to destroy said ninth world. Trust me, he deserves it." Probably should have opened with that really. That was probably just a bit more important than going on about how the man just absolutely sucked. "That last one would have really sucked for me because it bypasses the reincarnation cycle. I don't come back from being turned into a Lightwarden." Just the side effect of having your soul warped so beyond its natural state that it simply couldn't be cycled through the lifestream.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis came very close to spitting out his beer at how casually Alex spoke about the struggle going on in his world. “Seriously? You mean you’ve been getting reincarnated for twelve thousand years?” That sounded beyond tiring, and it made him wonder if Alex even wanted that to continue. The guy probably wanted to rest at some point, right? “I don’t know if I’ve asked this yet, but who brings you back when you die anyway? Your world’s gods?” That would be the answer that would make the most sense to Noctis anyway. The astrals were the ones to leave him with the prophecy hanging over his head back on Eos.
He apparently owed Alex a camping trip, and that sounded just fine to Noctis. “Sure, we’ll definitely go if you ever make it to Eos. You have to taste Ignis’ cooking. The things he can do over a campfire are pretty incredible.” Except they hadn’t really tested that since he’d lost his eyesight. They’d mostly relied on canned food and cup noodles ever since, and it made Noctis pretty sad to think that Specs might lose one of his favorite hobbies on top of everything else. Maybe if he practiced at it he’d be able to cook by touch, but that sounded like a long hard road.
Thankfully the prince didn’t have much time to dwell on those dark thoughts as the topic turned to Emet-Selch. From the first description of him as a ‘shapeshifting master of darkness,’ Noctis felt like he was going to start sweating. Alex’s impression of the man didn’t help, and finally when he described how Emet-Selch had plunged a world into an eternal night of daemons, Noctis spoke up. “Honestly, if it wasn’t for that bit about him always having white in his hair, I’d kind of wonder if we had met the same person,” he said with a grimace, counting off the similarities between Ardyn and Emet-Selch on his fingers. “Shapeshifter—or at least illusions, check. Darkness powers, check. Super smarmy. Seriously, before we knew who he was, he recited some nursery rhyme about me crawling in pain and said I would find the cab fare to be more than I bargained for if I rode in his car with him.” Yeah, that one kept him up at night sometimes.
“And what you said about the eighth world. The sun barely comes out anymore which means daemons are running rampant now...I don’t know, you think there could be a connection between them somehow?” Not that Noctis wanted Ardyn to have any relation to the guy who had destroyed seven planets, but he felt it was worth the question at least.
“...Wait, he tried to turn you into a what?” Noctis felt that the concept of a light monster needed to be explained to him, but in his head he was imagining the opposite of a daemon. Maybe they couldn’t go out at night and had to stay under lamplight or something. “Got it though. If I see him, lots of light to the face.” Strictly speaking, the only light magic on the Ring of the Lucii was more of a reactionary spell, but maybe the royal arms would count.
