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A Change of Fate (Ardyn Izunia/Reader) (Final Fantasy XV)

Thunder rolled throughout the eternal night sky, threatening to spill its tiny yet numerous drops of rain from the vacant heavens above. Rare flashes of an electric indigo came after the low rumbles of the brewing storm; they shined light upon the tainted land of Lucis for just a split second, weakening some of the savage daemons while strengthening others. There was a cool breeze that was strange yet comforting; it moved the settled dust and debri from the fallen buildings, making the air hazy. The daemon's roars were overpowered by the dangerous rumbles of the storm. The weather was changing for the first time in ten years and it was mirroring your somber mood as you made your way through the ruins of Insomnia, a place that you used to call home for many millenia.

The streets were crawling with daemons of various shapes and sizes; they all had one goal in common: to kill on sight. They prowled the vacant streets, looking ready for a fight with anything or anyone. The worst of them was the iron giants; they were relentless in their attacks and their strength was hard to overpower. If you were to find yourself with more than one of them, than you would be dead beyond belief. They basked in the darkest shadows of the city, enjoying the eternal night that had taken over the world.

You walked the streets, doing your best to avoid the mini skirmishes that the daemons offered and save your strength for the big fight that might come if your message of peace doesn't work. Your staff manifested in your hand, shining in the small street lamps that still managed to work through the destruction of the city. Your armor was scratched and dented, beyond repairable in some parts due to your underestimation of dangers entering the ruined Crown City. You were doing your best to keep yourself in good condition; your destination just lies a few yards ahead of you...

The sound of the floor cracking and the low roar in front of you made you stop and stare at the emerging iron giant. You saw it's large arm grip the top of the street to pull itself out of the abyss that it came from. Your face had contorted into one of disappointment and anger as it fully emerged and stood before you; it's boisterous roar rattled the unbroken windows of the nearby buildings and sent an everlasting chill throughout your body. You released a shaky breath and raised your staff in a defensive stance; you had fought many of these things over your long stretching lifetime that you could predict their battle tactics even without using your divine powers.

You clashed with the daemon for dominance in the fight. You both were relentless in your attacks. You did your best to conserve your powers, but you couldn't hold out much longer. You blocked every move that the iron giant made; each blow that you were dealt weakened your will to keep pushing forward. You finally made the decision to call upon one of the other Astrals for aid in a fight that they would call child's play. You used your last ounce of power in you to blast the giant backwards, sending him all the way to the Citadel's steps.

You quickly dropped to your knees and called upon any of the the Astrals, requesting their help to keep you alive in an effort to end the darkness that had plagued the world of Eos.

Brothers. Sisters. Astrals, I call upon you to aid me in battle. I am losing and I request one of your presence at my side to help me win. I'm losing my strength...

Your mind was silent as you stayed on the concrete, waiting for a quick response from your family. The iron giant was regaining his stance and it worried you that you had not received any help from anyone of them. You knew that the Oracle had woken them from their slumber to aid her beloved and chosen one to champion the Lucian throne, Noctis Lucis Caelum; so there was no reason that they would not hear your immediate plea.

I beg of you all, take pity on me and I shall see to it that you all take my powers...

Silence. You shut your tired (E/C) eyes for a moment before sticking your staff into the ground and using it to help yourself rise. You coughed as you felt your power draining from your frail form. The iron giant was charging at you and all you could do was hope that your last display of strength would be worth it. You raised your staff and pointed it at the daemon, waiting for the impact to come, but it never did.