Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Helping A Prince (Final Fantasy XV x DMC Crossover)

A/N: I'm a little late on the Final Fantasy wagon, but this chapter came after I watched the cut-scenes of Episode Ignis and felt that instead of Ignis, maybe someone else could be a better medicine for Noctis.

For those who are not familiar with Final Fantasy XV, please bear with me for this update. Pure-DMC (and my own added) content will be uploaded next!

[Helping a Prince (FinalFantasy XV x DMC Crossover)]

Noctis Lucis Caelum woke up groggy and disorientated, but instincts of danger and drive forced him to climb to his feet, holding up his head as he gingerly regained his height. The soft wind blowing tugging at his coat was an unfamiliar sensation after having traversed through the entire Imperial Fortress in silent, stale air.

"Prompto? Iggy? Gladio?" He asked in silent desolation, not much hope held in his sour, tired heart as he rubbed his eyes before blinking to let the black orbs take the surrounding.

It seemed as if the colour theme of this world that he found himself waking up in was grey and faded brown. The barren grassland spread out in front of Noctis reminded him of spilt coffee, and the sky a menacing grey similar to how the ash cloud had been like back before... back before what?

Noctis stood looking out over the fields of dying grass that was littered with white marbled broken columns of what he assumed used to be building pillars. He stood there, thinking hard about how he had come to wake up here. The thing last remembered was his enemy, Ardyn, watching him as he was taken into the Crystal. Ignis had said that getting the Crystal back would empower him and help him drive away the demons, but... the Crystal had absorbed him instead?

"Ardyn! Where are you?" Noctis yelled, convinced that this was another of the man's sick jokes. "Show yourself!"

He spun around, trying to pre-empt any attacks made for him, but he found no movement. The soft wind continued to blow through the barren field, nothing disturbed. Rather, there was nothing to disturb here. It was him, barren grass and broken columns.

A little unsure, but not about to let fear get the best of him, Noctis tried his weapons to make sure that they still answered to his call. Ardyn had managed to jam his power once, he knew it could happen anytime again. Noctis, too, checked his finger to make sure that the ring was still there. The ring of the Lucii on his finger was the same one that his lady love had died to deliver to him just so that he could fulfil his destiny as True King. He had thought reaching the Crystal would give him an idea of how to fulfil his role as True King.

He had thought wrong, as he looked around again, hoping to get a clue. Once more, there was no sign of anything happening anywhere, but Noctis knew better than to stay standing anywhere for long. Daemons always came out in the dark, and this world certainly appeared dark enough for daemons to appear anytime.

Just as Noctis had decided to start venturing in search for answers, the floor in front of him began to swirl unnaturally. He recognised quickly a portal opening up and jumped back lithely to avoid being sucked in. Sensing something rising from the portal, he summoned his sword quickly, praying that the daemon this time would be manageable. He had always been out hunting with his friends... and he had left them back in the hangar dealing with daemons while he ran to obtain the power of the Crystal. The back of Noctis's mind prayed that his friends were all well, in particular Ignis and Prompto –both of whom had suffered and sacrificed greatly by his side.

The daemon that climbed out the portal was nothing like Noctis had ever seen before. It appeared to have the body of a four-legged beast, but three heads sprouted from its neck, with broken chains hanging from their metal collars. Ice and icicles hung from the dog's face and body, and with its angry breath, Noctis could see mist coming out in puffs.