Matrimony

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Chapter 11: The End

"Noctis!" Prompto shouted as he dashed up the stairs to the throne room. Nearly dying from exhaustion, he tripped over the last step. Damn me... "Noctis! Oh my God!"

Without thinking, he kicked open a set of doors.

Sitting quietly on his dark throne, Noctis made no motion to move even as the doors slammed against the walls.

"Holy shit dude," Prompto panted, doubling over for air. "I have some serious stuff to tell you... Claire needs you. Never mind that, you need to go find her, right now!"

Noctis's gaze remained fixated at the floor. If he had heard a word Prompto had said, he made no effort to acknowledge the fact.

"Dude stop playing around," Prompto balled his fists angrily. Noctis could be a bitch sometimes and now was not the time. He had to get his ass moving or else he'd lose Claire forever. "Didn't you hear me?"

Prompto grabbed Noctis by the collar and shook him roughly.

"What do you want Prompto?" Noctis grinned. However, there was nothing humorous about the situation. Prompto grit his teeth. He wanted to wipe that condescending smile from Noctis's face.

"You need to stop sulking and find Claire."

"I wasn't aware, you could give me orders. In fact, I wasn't aware I associated with whores. Well, there was that one time I was married to that one bitc—"

Noctis didn't get to finish his sentence. Prompto winded back and punched him in the face, causing blood to splatter onto the floor. This had to end now.

"You ready to listen?" Prompto threatened. "Or do I have to have to beat your ass until you co-operate?'

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?" Noctis replied, wiping blood from his mouth.

Prompto punched Noctis again, this time harder. The impact of the punch split Noctis's jaw, yet Prompto showed no sign that he was guilty, even though he was. If he had to break every bone in Noctis's body to get him to co-operate then that's exactly what he'd do.

"Don't fuck with me Noctis," Prompto snapped. "We both know I can kill as easily as you can."

Noctis gave him a bloody smile and the finger.

Prompto couldn't rein in his anger any longer. He threw Noctis onto the floor and kicked him. All the while, Noctis made no attempt to retaliate. It was almost as if he didn't care. It was almost as if nothing mattered anymore.

"Do your worst," Noctis taunted as he lay on the floor. "Fight for your whore. Defend her honor, at least what's left of it that is. We both know that you've always wanted her, so why don't you go fuck her while you have the chance? From what I know, she's quite willing to spread her legs for anything with a dick attached to it."

"Fine," Prompto retorted. A plan crept its way into his head. "I'm going to fuck her so hard that she'll sing whenever I come near her."

Noctis's demeanor changed so quickly it surprised Prompto.

"What the fuck did you say?" Noctis snarled as he reversed positions and held Prompto to ground. "Say that one more time."

"I'm going to fuck her so hard that sh—"

Noctis punched Prompto in the gut, "Don't you ever say that again."

Prompto rolled his eyes, ignoring the painful blow to his stomach. It was official, Noctis was out of his mind. 'Don't you ever say that again'? He was the one that had mentioned, no, insisted that he fuck Claire. So where the hell did the sudden defensiveness come from?

"That's right," Prompto goaded. "I'm going to fuck her, stick my cock up her ass and make her scream." If this didn't work, he didn't know what would.

Surprisingly it did. Noctis clutched his head as if he couldn't bear the thought of Light being taken by anyone other than himself. He hissed like a snake as images of his Light came flooding back to him. Every moment he spent with her was replayed over and over again. The days in the Darkness dissipated in a flash. His love for his wife had never disappeared. It merely hid itself until it found the right time to reappear.

Make it stop. He groaned as pictures of Light played relentlessly. He didn't want to love her.

Sensing that Noctis had calmed down, Prompto made his move. "Listen Noctis, Claire never betrayed you. She never slept with Franz or even touched the bastard for the matter. She was trying to..."

Prompto paused before explaining everything he had heard from the human boy then told Noctis how he had originally refused to believe Claire's words and how he had found out the truth from a book.

Noctis shook his head, unwilling to believe what he was being told. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't...

As much as he wanted to deny it, he couldn't. It all made sense. Light would never do anything to harm him, and he had been a complete ass, believing otherwise. He had ignored how devastated and shocked she had been when he had brought a woman to the palace. He had done it in spite of her when she didn't deserve it.

All she had been trying to do was protect her children. Their children. Twins.

His mind didn't accept the notion, but Prompto had shown him an excerpt from a book on Archangels.

"No..." He whispered hoarsely. His throat tightened painfully. How could he have been so blind? How could he have hurt Light?

Prompto got onto his knees, cursing loudly. Every muscle in his body burned from Noctis's beating. If he didn't win a gold medal in the friendship category, somebody was going to die.

"We good?" He asked.

Noctis stood and nodded. "We're good."

"You really have to lay off on your punches," Prompto groaned, rubbing his jaw and patted his head. Not even his hair had been spared from the brutal beating. "One of these days my nose is going to fall off, and you're going to pay for my surgery."

"Sorry," Noctis shrugged.

"At least you apologized," Prompto replied. "I guess Claire's mannerisms really did rub off on you."

As soon as those words left his mouth, Prompto immediately regretted them. He knew by the way that Noctis flinched at the mere mention of Claire that he had made a bad decision. Too soon...

Noctis closed his eyes. Light really did have a profound hold on him. And not just a hold on his etiquette, but his heart as well. God, how he wished he could control time. Then he'd be able to go back, kill Franz, and collect Light into his arms. Only this time he would make sure she stayed there.

"I have to find her," Noctis panicked slightly, realizing that Light could already be beyond his grasp.

"Easier said than done buddy," Prompto informed. "No one knows where she went, and it's been two days since we saw her."

"Then what the hell do you want me to do!" Noctis roared. His outburst surprised Prompto. Damn, this was frustrating to a level no one could comprehend. "You come here and tell me to find Claire, but no one has a damn clue where she is!"

"Chill," the blond held a hand up.

"Chill?" Noctis grit his teeth. The mere mention of 'chilling' in this situation made him bloodthirsty. "Light is doing God knows what, and I'm supposed to chill?"

Angry, Prompto retorted without thinking. "Yeah and whose fault is that? You're pissed that Light's run off, but who made her go away in the first place? Oh wait, that would be you!" and me... He really should have thought this over before he spoke.

"I... I screwed up..." Noctis shook his head slowly.

Prompto felt his heart constrict. Never in his life—he had lived quite a while now—had he heard Noctis speak so sincerely. It was surprising, in a creepy sort of way, to see him on the verge of tears. Come on, the dude was the demon prince. It seemed Claire had more of an impact on him than he let on.

Screwed up. Prompto inclined his head at Noctis's words. He himself had done just that. If they ever found Claire, he would spend the rest of his life apologizing and making sure she knew how much he regretted letting her go.

Prompto pinched the bridge of his nose angrily. Claire's scalding words were still fresh in his mind. If you don't believe me, who will? She had trusted him, and what good did that do her?

"Wow this is friggin' sad," came a voice from the doorway.

Prompto spotted the human boy, Ace leaning on the door frame. The boy looked weary and restless. His hair was tousled from the lack of showering, and his eyes were droopy from sleep deprivation

Noctis, recognizing the boy, drew his swords.

"Hey!" Ace squeaked. "Don't kill me! I know where Mrs. Angel is. So, call off your swords before I teleport the hell out of here and leave you guys to yourselves!"

Prompto laughed, "No, I don't think you quite understand the position you're in. We have Luna."

"Oh yeah? How do you know I haven't found her yet?" It was a stupid question. Ace mentally kicked himself.

"Why else would you still be here?"

Doh! Owned in the face.

"Touche," Ace grimaced. "Peace for now?"

Feeling the sword at his neck dissipate, Ace wiped the sweat drops off his temples. Twice this week he had almost been turned to mincemeat. This was seriously not good for his health.

It only got worse when Mrs. Angel's husband shoved him roughly. He went sprawling backwards and landed flat on his ass. Ack... Why couldn't they just talk this out instead of trying to maim/severely damage him?

Ace gulped as the demon prince shot him a murderous glare. He had been a commander in the human army for a long time now, but no one was as scary as the demon prince, not even the silver-haired angel and that was saying something. This dude took cold and lethal to another level.

So how the hell did someone as sweet as Mrs. Angel get paired up with this psychotic asshole? Ace shoved the question aside. He wasn't suicidal enough to ask.

"Can we please not kill the guy who knows everything?" Ace rubbed his rear end. "That would be me, F-Y-I."

"Fine."

Fine? How about a 'sorry'? Ace thought bitterly. One day he was going to have his own story or video game, and he would be the main character. There wasn't going to be a Mrs. Angel or a demon prince stealing his thunder. All of the girls would love him, and only him!

But until that day came, he'd have to live with being picked on.

"Start talking little kid," Noctis sneered.

Little kid? Now that was below the belt. Was it really his fault that his parents were vertically challenged? 5'7 wasn't tall, but it wasn't small either. Thinking on it, he realized only a few people were taller than him, and they were Mrs. Angel, demon prince, blond demon, brown haired demon, Franz...

Okay, so maybe a lot of people were taller than him, but why the hate?

"First, you have to promise me that you'll give Luna back to me."

Noctis growled. The little prick was starting to get on his nerves. "Deal. Now talk."

"Mrs. Angel most likely went back to find Franz," Ace explained. "Franz plans on leaving the continent with her twins, but Mrs. Angel isn't going to let that happen. She's probably already in human lands as we speak."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure enough to stake my life on it," Ace nodded.

Noctis moved away from the human boy and Prompto. "If I don't find her, I'm going to hunt you down."

Ace shivered at the threat. The man wasn't joking. The anger in his voice made it loud and clear.

"Go find her," Prompto nudged his friend.

Noctis nodded, vanishing in a brilliant display of blue light.

"Woah," Ace gasped. "He can teleport?"

"Only to places he's been before," Prompto sighed enviously. If he had all of Noctis's bad ass powers, he'd be invincible. And to think that Noctis wasn't finished with the development of his powers... Screw demon prince, Noctis was a God amongst the living.

Prompto grabbed the human boy by the shoulder. Although humans were wretched creatures, he had to repay the boy for his help.

"Follow me," he ordered.

"Why?" Ace protested as he was being led away. "Where are you taking me?"

"Disneyland."

"Really?"

"No," Prompto rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't make me drag you around."

"Well if you tell me where you're going to take me, I'll go willingly. For all I know, you could be taking me to an execution pit!"

It happened so suddenly, Ace squealed. One second he was fine, the next he felt a pair of claws prickling his neck. The blond demon flashed his fangs at him, also revealing a set of blood red eyes that weren't red before.

Holy... Sh...

"Listen kid," Prompto snarled, "If I wanted to kill you, we wouldn't be having this conversation. Now shut up before I change my mind. Be a good little boy and quit your bitching, understand?"

Ace nodded so hard his brain shook. "I understand! Mouth shut. Don't piss you off. Duly noted, won't happen again."

After walking for a while and going up a LOT of stairs, they finally stopped at a door in a very eerie hallway.

"Open it."

Ace hesitated. He had no idea what could be behind the door, "Is it safe? I mean, is the boogeyman going to pop ou—"

"Just do it!" Prompto growled.

"Yes sir!" Ace opened the door and stepped into the dark room. As he did so, the door closed behind him, leaving him trapped inside the room. Great, why did he not see that one coming? He was really going to die. Any minute now, some psychopath from a scary movie was going to pop out and kill him.

"Ace?"

An unfamiliar voice called out from the other side of the room, causing him to squeak like a little mouse. His heart was beating like a race car driver's at Daytona.

Hey wait a minute... Since when did horror movie bad guys sound like little girls?

Suddenly, someone or something hugged his waist from behind. Eyes still not adjusted to the darkness, he practiced extreme restraint in not screaming out. For all he knew, the boogeyman hugged his victims before he killed them.

"Ace," the melodic voice sang happily. "You came for me."

"Uhh..." This was getting kind of awkward. "Sorry lady, I don't know who you a—" Turning around to get a better look at woman, he froze, mouth slightly open, making him look like a dead fish.

"M-My lady?" He couldn't believe it.

Dressed in a white gown that complimented her lovely white hair, she was the epitome of slender beauty, whose delicate features rivaled Mrs. Angel's. As a young girl, Luna had always been King Sola's prized possession.

And because of her charming nature and looks, Ace had to fend off more than a handful of Luna's suitors at her father's behest.

"Is there anyone else in this room?" Luna flashed him a smile. There it was, again. That charming personality of hers.

Ace melted on the spot. Figuratively, of course.

"You can talk?" He asked. Disbelief marred his countenance.

"Well... My mouth is moving and you can hear what I'm saying," Luna winked, "so I guess that's a yes."

Ace groaned and pushed away the urge to kiss her. Gah, she was so cute. Even her attempt at sarcasm was adorable.

"H-How?"

"The demons were kind to me in an usual respect," Luna replied. Not mentioning her brutal interrogation by the demon prince. "As soon as they found out that I was deaf and mute, they healed me."

"But I thought Franz had your voice," Ace scratched his head.

"No, no," Luna shook her head. "He never took away my voice or my hearing." She explained how Franz had placed her under debilitating curses.

"That bastard," Ace hissed. Franz had better hope the demon prince killed him or else he'd make sure he did. To curse their own little sister, one would have to be scum of the lowest pedigree. And that's exactly what Franz was.

Luna, sensing Ace's discomfort, ran her hands through his hair and pulled his face to her chest like a mother would for her baby. "There, there. It's alright Ace."

Ace closed his eyes and relaxed in Luna's warmth. Her cherubic voice lulled him into a peaceful state. And at that moment, all his worries ceased to exist. It felt great, basking in the presence of someone he knew he could trust.

"You've suffered through a lot for me haven't you?" Luna questioned rhetorically, and smiled at the sight of her knight falling asleep. "Rest little knight, you've been of great service to my household. And for that, I will spend eternity thanking you."

Little knight. Though he hated being called little, only Luna could pull off using those repulsive words without pissing him off. In fact, when she addressed him so, he didn't mind at all.

Tired, he closed his eyes and slept.

He was finally at peace.

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Franz Sola laughed maniacally. Things were going exactly as planned. The angel princess was dead, her twins were secured under his care, and the demon prince was too distraught to even think of coming after him.

Everything was perfect.

He rubbed his hands together in satisfaction. The traitor Ace was nowhere to be seen, probably off trying to find his useless little sister, Luna. Oh well, the two could perish together for all he cared.

No one could stop him after all.

Smiling like a mad man, he examined the twins in his arms. One day, they'd grow up to be weapons of destruction. His weapons of destruction. By harnessing their powers, he would become the King of Aria: The king of all races.

Yes, he had dreamed of becoming a tyrant for so long. Every night, before he went to sleep, he prayed for dreams about killing the demon prince and usurping his throne. That day was much anticipated.

Being a wise and charismatic leader, he hated those physically stronger than him. And right now, the only person who threatened him was the demon prince. It irritated him to no end that he, Franz the magnificent, lacked the power to kill the demon.

No matter, his affairs with the demon would be settled in due time.

One of the twins, the boy burped and giggled.

Franz crinkled his nose. He hated kids, but these twins were an exception. They were his tickets to glory.

"Quiet child," Franz scolded. Hmm, he had yet to think of names for these two.

Thinking for quite some time, while he waited for the boat to arrive and take him away from the continent, Franz finally decided on names for the two. He hated to brag, but his child naming skills were legendary, a talent he had been born with. As a matter of fact, people paid him to name their children.

"Fire and Ice," He nodded delightfully. Pointing at the boy, "You will be Fire." Switching to the girl, "And you Ice."

"Fire look at daddy," Franz commanded.

The baby boy, not knowing why the man was so malformed, started to cry. Fire's loud wails woke up his twin sister, who started to cry as well, causing all of Franz's soldiers to cover their ears.

"Silence!" He roared. "Be quiet both of you!"

The twins were unhindered. They did the opposite of what he said and wailed with such might that the angels and demons could probably hear them.

"Someone take these wretched things!" Franz screamed.

A hooded figure, one of his exorcists, did as was commanded and relinquished Franz of the twins. Strangely, the twins quieted immediately and giggled before dozing back to sleep.

Franz rubbed his temple. "You." He addressed the exorcist holding his twins. "Hold them until the boat arrives, I don't want them waking up."

Parenting was going to be a pain.

He panted severely as if he was experiencing an asthma attack. Maybe it had been a mistake to kill off their mother. Maybe he should have let her live, allowing her to form bonds with her children, and then kill her. That would have been heart-wrenching. What a shame he hadn't thought of that before. But then again, he had made a wise decision on killing her off. Her influence on her twins would only have ruined his plans.

A loud fog horn blared in the distance.

The large boat slowly made its way to the docks. Franz couldn't help but let another one of his infamous smiles creep up his face. Everything was proceeding as planned.

Yet, the minute the boat docked, he knew something was terribly wrong. No one had appeared at the bow to greet him, and the metallic smell of blood diluted the air, causing him to gag.

What the hell was going on?

Then from the early morning mist emerged a tall silver-haired figure. He stood between the dock and the ladder, blocking any entrance into the boat. The intruder held a long sword at his side, daring anyone to approach him.

"What are you idiots waiting for?" Franz shrieked at his guards. "Kill him!"

A dozen of his finest guards charged at the man. None survived.

With a single stroke of his blade, the intruder butchered the humans into pieces.

Franz watched mortified as his elite guards were cut into ribbons, felled by a single swing of this ungodly strong man. Who the hell was this man?

"W-Who are you?" He cried out as the man drew closer. "S-Stay away from me!"

Franz turned to run, but he couldn't. His legs were severed before he could blink, leaving bloody stumps in their places. He fell to floor, screaming as searing white hot pain shot up his legs. His eyes opened and closed rapidly while his mouth tried to form words, but failed. His entire body was in painful disarray.

"AAAAAAAAAGH!" He howled. "W-W-Why?" His hopes and dreams were ruined.

Using his arms, he tried to crawl away, slipping every now and then on the pool of blood he had spilled. His eyes were half-hooded as he fought to breathe. The blood loss was eating away at his conscience.

He didn't get far as the intruder grew tired of his pitiful efforts to cling onto life. With two more strokes of the sword, Franz felt his body being reduced to a square. All of his limbs were severed except for his neck. Why he was still alive, he didn't know.

By now, his body was way passed the stage of being in shock that he felt nothing.

A pair of boots stopped inches from his face.

Using all his strength, he titled his head to see who the person was and found himself looking into the hooded face of one his exorcists, the one carrying the twins. Why the hell was he still alive?

The exorcist pulled back his hood.

Franz choked, coughing out blood. No, this wasn't possible! How was she still alive?

Lightning took off her hood, holding baby Lucien and Lucia in her arms. She gave Franz a condescending look. No one in the world would grieve for him when he died. And not a single soul would lose sleep over killing him.

It felt great finally thwarting the plans of the human who had ruined all of their lives. The human had been put in his rightful place. Normally, she couldn't stand the sight of blood, but just seeing Franz flopping limbless in his blood was priceless. The bastard deserved every minute of his torment.

"What's wrong Franz?" She taunted lightly, her voice bordering on mockery. "Haven't you seen a ghost before?"

"Y-Y-You..."

Impatient, the Dominion stabbed the petty human through the neck and then ran his blade down his spine, completely slicing the human into two. Franz's organs slid out of his bodies and piled onto the bloody floor.

He was dead.

Lightning squeezed her two little bundles of joy. The twins woke up, but instead of crying, they chirped merrily, knowing who was holding them and desiring her attention.

She poked both of them on the nose playfully, to which they responded by holding her fingers in their chubby hands. Lightning teared up ever so slightly. Better enjoy this moment while it lasted. By the looks of it, her brother wasn't going to wait any longer.

"Light!"

Lightning perked up at the voice she never thought she would hear again.

It couldn't be.

Standing a good ten yards in front of her was Noctis. She could tell by the way he looked at her with concern that he knew what had happened.

"Ten minutes Eclair," Her brother whispered and vanished.

Lightning nodded, surprised by her brother's sympathy. She wasn't fooled though. Knowing him, he probably wanted her to spend her last minutes with the man she loved. That way, their separation was more heartbreaking.

Noctis slowly closed the gap between them. He looked every bit of the gorgeous demon prince, despite having dark bags under his eyes. Lightning's stomach turned to mush at the sight of him. She had always been a sucker for hot men in dark suits, and Noctis was exactly that.

"Noctis," Lightning whispered. He was so close she could almost kiss him.

"Light..." Noctis acknowledged softly. He raised his hand to brush her cheek, but she flinched away defensively. God, how could he have done this? Even his own wife was terrified of him. "I'm sorry baby."

Hearing his apologetic words, Lightning set the twins down and embraced him.

Noctis held her tightly. He wasn't ever going to let her go.

One

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the presence of these witnesses, to join Noctis Lucius Caelum and Lightning Eclair Farron in holy matrimony..."

"Noctis."

"Hm?"

"Meet Lucien and Lucia."

Two

"Into which holy estate Noctis Lucius Caelum and Lightning Eclair Farron come now to be joined and to unite two hearts and lives, blending all interest, sympathies, and hopes."

"They're yours?

Lightning smiled, "They're ours."

"They're beautiful, just like you."

Three

"I charge you both as you stand in the presence of God, to remember that true love and loyalty alone will avail as the foundation of a happy home."

"They have your hair."

"They have your eyes," Noctis held her hand gently.

He was blessed with a loving wife, and two beautiful children that he didn't deserve.

Four

"Noctis Lucius Caelum will you have Lightning Eclair Farron to be your wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony; will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, so long as you both shall live?"

"I'm sorry Light..."

"Don't be," Lightning shook her head softly. Noctis wasn't guilty. The fates were. "I forgive you."

Five

"Lightning Eclair Farron will you have Noctis Lucius Caelum to be your wedded husband to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony; will you submit to him, serve him, love, honor, and keep him, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto him, so long as you both shall live?"

"Noctis..."

"Yes?"

"Promise me you'll love Lucien and Lucia."

"I already did."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

Six

"And may this ring given, be the outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual bond which unites your two hearts in love that has no end."

"Light... Why are you crying?"

"I love you, Noctis."

Seven

"Forasmuch as Noctis Lucius Caelum and Lightning Eclair Farron have consented in holy wedlock, and have thereto confirmed the same by giving and receiving each one a ring; by the authority committed unto me as a minister of the Church, I now declare you husband and wife according to the ordinance of God, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen."

"Don't cry Light," Noctis whispered soothingly. "You're breaking my heart."

"I'm sorry..."

"I won't ever let you go again."

Eight

"Dearly beloved ones, this day marks a new era in your lives now united. From henceforth you travel life's pathway not alone, but together."

"Noctis?"

"Yes?"

Lightning kissed her husband on the lips, savoring his taste, also hoping it would last for eternity.

Nine

"May heaven's constant benediction crown your union with ever-increasing joy and blessedness and true affection of a happy marriage."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

Ten...

"Noctis... Take care of Lucien and Lucia," Lightning smiled gently as Death drew closer.

"What are you talking about?" Noctis asked skeptically. "We'll take care of them together."

Lightning shook her head, gently intertwining her fingers in his. "My time is over, but don't worry. You'll be a great father, I know it."

"Light. What the hell?" He growled. Why was she talking like this?

Then he saw it. Death's dark, skeletal figure hovered over Light possessively, signalling that her time with the living was over. In his hands was a scythe used to sever the soul from the body.

"No..." Noctis denied. "Get away from her, you fuck!" He roared, his inner demon threatening to tear the cloaked figure into pieces. He was the demon prince! Death answered to him.

"I love you Noctis," she repeated. I'm sorry babe.

Then she fell to knees as her soul was torn from her body. It was completely painless, but painful in another sense. Her vision darkened as her senses failed her.

Time stopped as Death swung its scythe through Light's body. Noctis screamed in disbelief. All he saw was Light's pale body dropping lifeless. Nothing but a ragged cry left his mouth as mental anguish tore through his heart, piercing him.

Her body hit the floor and dispersed into white feathers, leaving no evidence that the woman he loved existed.

Then in a painful second, Light's memories came rushing into him. Noctis slammed his fists on the ground, tears falling freely as he witnessed the bargain she had made in order to save their twins.

She had made a deal with Death, and not even he could stop it.

Finally, unable to hold back his sorrow, he screamed so the whole world knew that his one love and only weakness was gone...

"And now it is my happy privilege to congratulate and introduce to you Mr. & Mrs. Caelum."

Epilogue

"Serah."

Serah Farron jumped as her brother's voice startled her. "Sephiroth, you're home."

"I have a present for you," The Dominion tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Holding out a crystal, clear orb, he motioned for her to take it.

"It's beautiful," Serah gasped. "What is it?"

"It's everything I ever wanted," her brother answered. "Keep it safe."

With those words, he exited the room.

Serah stared fixated by the beautiful object. Never in her life had she received such a precious gift. Even holding the orb gave her warmth and a sense of fulfillment. She held it to her cheek and listened to it hum.

'Serah.'

Serah drew her head back. What in the world? She swore she just heard Eclair's voice, but that wasn't possible.

'SERAH!'

The voice was so loud. It sounded as if her sister was standing right next to her.

Startled, she stumbled backwards, tripping over a stool.

Losing her grip on the orb, she watched helplessly as it flew into the air.

And when it hit the ground.

It shattered.

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Fin.

A/N: Sequel? :3