Gods damn it, I hate this temporal displacement nonsense.
[Ardyn muttered that under his breath, daring to take his eyes off Noctis long enough to pinch the bridge of his nose with his left hand--upon which was an unfamiliar ring.]
Just...hear me out, and you'll have all the time in the world to punch me.
Some two thousand years ago, as the Astral War reached its conclusion, the Starscourge proliferated itself throughout the land infecting the population of the land that would become Lucis as you know it. The parasite twisted them beyond salvation, turning them into daemons which thrived only under the dark of night.
But there was a savior born of the Lucis Caelum bloodline, a man with powers divine who could heal the affliction before it took hold and fight back against the encroaching dark. He took the burden of the scourge upon himself, sparing countless innocents while bearing the corruption that would eventually claim him body and soul. But he...was chosen, you see. He believed himself the savior of a dying world, the only one who could carry its fate upon his shoulders.
[Ardyn faltered again, folding his arms as if curling in on himself. But he took a slow breath, facing Noctis as steadily as he could.]
The gods declared their chosen savior corrupted even though all he did was that which they ordained, and he was rejected by the Crystal itself--who instead chose the healer's twin brother to rule as Founder King in his stead.
no subject
[Ardyn muttered that under his breath, daring to take his eyes off Noctis long enough to pinch the bridge of his nose with his left hand--upon which was an unfamiliar ring.]
Just...hear me out, and you'll have all the time in the world to punch me.
Some two thousand years ago, as the Astral War reached its conclusion, the Starscourge proliferated itself throughout the land infecting the population of the land that would become Lucis as you know it. The parasite twisted them beyond salvation, turning them into daemons which thrived only under the dark of night.
But there was a savior born of the Lucis Caelum bloodline, a man with powers divine who could heal the affliction before it took hold and fight back against the encroaching dark. He took the burden of the scourge upon himself, sparing countless innocents while bearing the corruption that would eventually claim him body and soul. But he...was chosen, you see. He believed himself the savior of a dying world, the only one who could carry its fate upon his shoulders.
[Ardyn faltered again, folding his arms as if curling in on himself. But he took a slow breath, facing Noctis as steadily as he could.]
The gods declared their chosen savior corrupted even though all he did was that which they ordained, and he was rejected by the Crystal itself--who instead chose the healer's twin brother to rule as Founder King in his stead.
My name...it was Ardyn Lucis Caelum.