Prompt Post Round Six
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Regis captures Ardyn tw:torture
Date: 2018-01-27 09:04 pm (UTC)+++Lima Syndrome - but just because he comes to empathize with Ardyn doesn't mean he's going to stop. Not with Noct's life on the line.
+++Regis washing off the Scourge goo from murder attempt #3632 and going home and hugging his son and pretending nothing's wrong.
+++Ardyn trying to maniplulate Regis into letting him go but the Regis wants is his son's life and as long as Ardyn exists so does the prophecy.
Re: Regis captures Ardyn tw:torture
Date: 2018-01-27 11:56 pm (UTC)Fill: Regis captures Ardyn tw:torture
Date: 2018-01-29 01:03 am (UTC)Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
He’ll never quite get used to the noises. The sound of a body re-forming from nothing, squishing wet sounds mixed with the general unsettling feeling that comes with one daemon, let alone thousands distilled into one form. It’s sickening and Regis hates it just the same every time.
“Congratulations!” The Accursed says just as soon as he has the requisite body parts again, “You’ve officially moved up in the rankings to my least favorite nephew!” His voice is dark by the end, promising untold retribution for this most recent humiliation. The darkness fades just as quickly as it came, retreating back into a familiar undercurrent. “And believe you me little Reggie, you had some stiff competition.”
Regis hates the nickname falling from Ardyn’s lips nearly as much as he hates being reminded of their familial connection.
“I must admit, it has been a long time since I’ve so consistently been called little,” he says as he continues to clean the axe he’d been using. There were, after all, only so many ways to kill a man with a sword.
Ardyn laughs as he settles down into the corner of the cell. “Ah yes, well, when one reaches such an age as mine,” he says, gesturing widely, “everyone becomes quite little. Little Regis, little shield, little Noctis.”
Regis falters in the familiar, soothing back-and-forth motions of cleaning a weapon. Ardyn leans forward, darkness oozing from his piercing gaze and mocking smile, never failing to remind Regis of what he’s doing and why. “Yes, and how is little Noctis? On a playdate perhaps, thinking you in some boring old meeting he wants no part in?”
His grip on the axe tightens, knuckles white and shaking slightly and the Crystal’s magic pooling around him, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.
“Ungrateful youth never do change, resisting the call to their fates to the bitter end. I must agree though, policy meetings are quite dull, that too is a constant.” It’s truly amazing how Ardyn can continue to monologue with a sword lodged between his ribs, pinning him to the wall like a moth. A chatty moth. “At least that is one trial young Noct will never need to face,” he finishes.
Regis is standing now, forcing himself to look at the life (or what passes for one) that he’s taking as he always does. “He will face a thousand council meetings when he is ready. When he is a grown man and King,” he says. Noctis will if Regis has to sell his very soul to make it happen. If he has to duel Bahamut himself, and every god in turn.
Ardyn clicks his teeth at him as he gradually succumbs to the wound. “Such passionate love! Inspiring, for all it’s naïve futility.” With that, he disappears into the familiar cloud of Scourge dust. Regis walks away before he can form again.
He stands in the shower, staring at beautifully carved marble flooring as black ooze runs off his body and down into the drain. It’s a familiar ritual from days spent with his friends, slaying daemons and fighting in a war he prays every night he will not pass on to his son.
There are many things he hopes he doesn’t pass on.
He continues to stare until the water runs from black to gray to clear, and then stares longer, water running down his face and dripping from his eyelashes as if caught in one of Ramuh’s thunderstorms. Sometimes he thinks if the gods could just see Noctis, just look at his sweet face and see the quiet dignity threaded with occasional childish mischief, then maybe they’d show mercy. Pick someone else, work together to devise some way for Noctis to do his duty and grow old, marry, live the life he was meant to live!
They have yet to answer any prayer of his.
When he is (mostly) clean, he goes to find Noctis, already asleep. He strokes his jet black hair and his son opens his eyes to look at him blearily.
“Dad?”
“Shh,” Regis whispers, “I’m sorry to wake you I just-“
Noctis smiles, sitting up to hug him. Regis grips him, perhaps too tightly but who could blame him? The boy will consider himself too old for such things soon enough, he certainly remembers being far too cool for hugs during his teenage years. Noctis pulls back eventually and looks at him with naked trust in his eyes, like he fully and absolutely believes that everything Regis has ever done was a decision made in his best interest.
“It’s cool, I don’t have to be up super early tomorrow or anything,” he says.
Regis tweaks his nose playfully, “and I suppose it’s not as though you will have any trouble falling back asleep”
Noctis laughs and Regis feels his heart break.
“The gods don’t care you know.”
“And how can you be so sure?”
Ardyn raises an eyebrow at him as if he wasn’t strapped to a table and Regis wasn’t standing over him, considering how best to remove his organs in a way that might stick this time around.
“They simply don’t care about humanity outside of the praises heaped upon them by the worthless worms they lord over,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “If they did, none of us would be in this situation in the first place, mopping up the messes the Six made.”
That stings. It seems as though today is going to be one of those days that Regis has to fight through genuine pity to do what he must. He calls on Noctis’ bright blue eyes, sparkling as he’d told him about some book or another he’d read in school. The knife slices easily through Ardyn’s abdomen.
“I wonder, does he look like you? Or perhaps he takes more after the lovely Aulea,” Ardyn says as though having his liver removed is a minor inconvenience. Or, by the way he’s staring holes through the ceiling, maybe to distract himself from it. “Either way I’m certain he’ll be a fetching little heartbreaker.”
Regis slices through his kidneys with more force than necessary. “It doesn’t matter what he looks like, you’ll never meet him.”
“Oh come off it Reggie dear, I only intend to push him along a little. You’ve certainly not given him the training he’ll need to face me down,” he says with disdain and hums to fill the silence as Regis grimaces and struggles to stick to the plan, stick to a new way of killing the man. Then he laughs and says “do you honestly think this is the first prison I will have escaped from” and Regis makes certain he can’t talk after that.
“Will he scream, do you think? When his ancestors betray and run him through, make a sacrificial pincushion of the poor lamb? I’d put money on ‘jerking like a fish on the line’ myself.”
Regis shoots him through the eye.
Noctis grows into new clothes and new schools, though he still has trouble with friends which troubles Regis somewhat. Friends, that aren’t on the royal payroll, are somewhat of a prerequisite for the normal childhood he’s worked so hard to give him. But still, he has faith. Noctis is a good kid, and he has to trust that he’ll turn out just fine.
Even as the both of them change with the passing time, Ardyn does not. Secretly, he’s begun to doubt himself, but even—even if the original plan doesn’t pan out, he can delay the prophecy, force the Crystal to choose someone, anyone else.
Ardyn brings up every new wrinkle and every gray hair, and with every death makes certain to inform Regis about new way he intends to make the world (and Noctis, because he is obsessed with Noctis in a way that never fails to make him nauseous) suffer.
Eventually Regis begins every encounter by removing his tongue.
One day, a week after Noctis turns 14, Regis travels down to the dungeons.
As always, he leaves behind a knowing (complicit) Clarus to field questions, walks down hallways filled with the eyes of his forefathers, and dismisses the guards in the dungeons.
He descends, thousand year old carved stone sending him spiraling into the very darkest corners of it, the portions in disrepair for centuries. There has only been one prisoner in these rooms, though he contains multitudes.
It is unusually quiet as he walks through the narrow maze of hallways and stone arches, no taunts ring out from the cell at the deepest tip of Insomnia’s mighty Citadel. His stomach flips, but he refuses to run. If this is just a new trick of Ardyn’s…
He arrives to an open cell door, black hat sitting neatly in the very center atop a wrinkled piece of parchment.
“I shall take excellent care of your son."
Re: Fill: Regis captures Ardyn tw:torture
Date: 2018-01-29 01:16 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Regis captures Ardyn tw:torture
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Date: 2018-01-31 03:45 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Regis captures Ardyn tw:torture
Date: 2018-01-29 04:47 pm (UTC)I also want to know more about this world where Ardyn hasn't been around to help Niffleheim with their MTs/ demon experiments (because he's been locked up in Insomnia being tortured by Regis).
Re: Fill: Regis captures Ardyn tw:torture
Date: 2018-01-31 03:52 am (UTC)as for the worldstate, hmmmm...I imagine Niffleheim has at least like Gen 1 or 2 MTs, since Prompto is one and also 20 in the start of the game, and Ardyn was holed up in the Citadel for 5-6 years or so. but as for more sophisticated stuff they develop later on, I think they just kinda stalled? (Verstael: WHY IS THIS STUFF NOT WORKING ANYMOOOORE AAARRRGGGH)
like the fuckall big monster at the beginning of Kingsglaive probably didn't happen, and without Ardyn manipulating the Emperor, I honestly doubt they'd come after Insomnia in quite the same way if at all.
unless they've finally gotten wind that they kidnapped/tortured their Chancellor of course.....hmmmmm :3