Noel Kreiss x Reader | Final Fantasy XIII-2
✓ COMPLETED + UNEDITED | 2018
After the fall of Cocoon had rendered much of the land infertile and uninhabitable, the existing civilisations were forced to resort to hunting and foraging for natural resour...
"Child of miracles. Traveler of time, guided by Etro. Listen to me. Each time you fulfill a wish of your heart, someone else's dream is shattered. You conjure miracles, but when you do, the seeds of tragedy are sown in other lives."
- Caius Ballad
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Chapter VIII | The Dying World
You were back in that dark place, cursed once again with that eternal twilight, perpetual darkness, just like the eclipse back in Yaschas Massif, a world that felt so far away from this abyss. This was your retribution, Caius had said, for your sins. This was your atonement, your punishment. Those who messed with time messed with the fates, and for Caius, Guardian of the Seeress Yeul, that was the ultimate sin. To tamper with time exposed Yeul to different futures, different fates. Each vision took a life. That was the price, the curse of her gift.
But what was your sin? Why were you destined to be damned to eternal darkness?
Your travels between time had been out of your control, a consequence of Etro herself, the Goddess of Death.
What had Noel said? Nothing good ever came from the Goddess of Death. Only Chaos.
You could hear those voices again, swelling around you, blanketing you with whispers that felt soft and cool against your skin, but you couldn't hear what they were saying. You caught only fragments, pieces of words... Etro... Chaos... Valhalla. They spoke of the End, of the destruction of Etro, of the Chaos of Valhalla. They spoke of the end of time itself, of warped histories and overlapping timelines.
It didn't make sense. Where was your place in all of this? Why were you here? Did you serve a purpose, or were you just another glitch in the timeline, another paradox.
"[F/N]."
You recognised the voice instantly. It was the voice of he who had trapped you, he who had sanctioned you to the darkness, caged you in this eternal twilight. The one who spoke of bringing about the Chaos.
"Caius. Where am I?"
"Nowhere. You are nowhere. You are where you belong." His voice came to you in parts, not soft like those whispers, but harsh and grating against your skin, stinging like thorns. "You have no place. You deserve no place."
"Caius, why are you doing this?"
There was a beat of silence, thick and tense, throttling. "To save Yeul."
Then he was gone. You didn't realise you could feel him before, but there was now a sudden emptiness in the dark, more space than you remembered. You reached out a hand, fingers ghosting the place where he'd been stood, hoping to grasp something, and you did.
It was a handle, to a door, a door to nowhere perhaps, but somewhere different to this suffocating darkness. You had no other option.
You pulled and the door opened. You couldn't see it, but you could feel it, a short blast of air, warm air, as the door swung open.
