A world at war.

A kingdom divided.

Once, in the world of Eos, Angels watched over humanity, guiding them on the road to peace and prosperity and blessed them with the knowledge of magic. But soon, the Angels departed the world and left mortals behind.

And then, war tore the world in half.

For hundreds of years, Eos knew only fire and bloodshed. When the dust settled, three kingdoms rose from the ash, the kingdom of Tenabrae to the north, the Lucian Federation of the east and the Nephilim Empire rising in the west.

In the present day Eos, in the Lucian Federation, the thirty member Congress serves as the unified ruling party. However, behind closed doors and under the threat of a holy war, the Congress is deeply divided. When the ailing War Minister Nethanel Barkas suddenly dies, a member of the fractured Congress must take his place.

General Alloradora Tsun is a candidate for War Minister; the implications of such a position feeds her reluctance to take the seat. And as peace talks unravel, members of the Congress are assassinated, and civil unrest brews, she might soon die either way.

An old friend of Allora's, Nyx Ulric, is her last line of defense and fears for her safety as more members begin to die. By any means, he will protect the general. Even if he has to eliminate her rivals, one by one.

A world doused in fuel.

A spark of rebellion.

A war to burn.

(Final Fantasy XV slight AU)

Hello! I'm Silver, a fanfiction writer and a huge FF fan! :D(uh) Recently, I fell in deepest love with Nyx (best husband) and was like, man I have to write about this. Sadly, there is no FFXV section on our beloved site as of yet, I cry. So when it comes, I'll move this fiction to the proper channels. Yup yup.

So, to answer a burning question, "no". Alloradora is not a self insert of myself, despite being an OC. She was created out of a void I noticed. How many older OCs and characters have you seen in fiction and roleplays and such? I wanted someone who would be mature already and have a different set of challenges from someone who is 20 years old.

ALL OF THE OCS SERVE A PURPOSE, THEY ARE NOT RANDOM INSERTS.

^That was super, duper important.*

On ao3, a site I'm not used to, the summary is different and I had to edit a bit of it down, so I posted it in the end notes. Yay, rambling. Also, I have no idea how to work this system, so I will be testing out a bunch of formats to make the story look the best.

Now the reason why this is an AU is simple. I can't get a full feel of the universe from Wiki articles and I haven't seen the movie, aside from the first 12 minutes(they don't show it here in Florida kill me). So to avoid having to heavily retcon in the future, I made this an AU. I hope this doesn't turn you off to the concept.

Well, this rambling author's note has gone on for far too long. So welcome to the story and I hope you enjoy~

Pairings: Nyx/OC, Noctis/Luna(Stella?)/Aranea, more to come, Regis/OC. (I'm trash, I know)

(Come on, Fanfiction. Just make an FFXV section already!)

*Also super, duper important: also posted on, archive of our own (TheSoundOfSilver, story: The Song Of Onyx) fanfictionnet (TheSoundOfSilver, story: The Song Of Onyx) and Wattpad ( TheSoundOfSilver, story: The Song Of Onyx)

I am not creative sometimes :

Prologue. Last Words

'Don't be dead. Don't be dead. Etro, help me, don't be dead.' The grey haired woman prayed to every God and Goddess she knew as she hurried up the steps, her arms wrapped around her torso to keep her body heat intact. Still, she shivered as frozen bullets of rain pelted her back and head.

"General Tsun!" The secretary called from several steps behind, holding an umbrella out for her superior. "Please, slow down!"

General Tsun turned her head once but continued into the building. Once inside, she shook her hair out and fished her glasses out of her pocket before making strides to the elevator.

Panting lightly, the secretary caught up. Her short, curly black hair frizzed around her dark-skinned cheeks and dripped water. "..." She watched as her general hesitated with the elevator functions before reaching over and touching the pad. "Floor twenty-three, General Tsun." She reminded.

"Right...right." She leaned against the wall, her eyes shut as the doors hissed closed.

They rode the first four floors in silence.

General Tsun's secretary finally spoke. "I can't believe the War Minster is dying...and now of all times."

Tsun gave her a shrewd look. "He's an old man. It's not like he's choosing to die."

Her secretary blushed at her inconsideration. "R-right. I just mean..."

"Yes, I agree." Tsun watched the numbers get higher. "Now isn't the time." She turned her head to face the younger woman again. Her secretary nodded firmly and straitened her posture. She adjusted her glasses and tablet with professional purpose.

A cheery, how inappropriate considering the situation, tone sounded as they approached the final floor.

General Tsun clasped her hands behind her back and took a sharp inhale through her nose. Her secretary took note of the gesture and knew that her superior was mentally preparing herself for whatever would happen next.

The silver doors parted and General Tsun stepped out, followed by her secretary. Their shoes, flats on her secretary and the heeled boots of the general, sounded off on the smooth marble floors. This floor was quiet. Peaceful.

It filled her with dread. Maybe she was too late...the call had come in so suddenly, and his home was on the other side of the quarter...

At the end of the hall, stationed by two deep mahogany doors, several assorted guards gave her a short bow before opening the way.

"Stay here." Tsun said, putting a hand on her secretary's shoulder.

She nodded and stood over to the side. "I'll be here."

The inside of the home was dimly lit in reverence, sparse candles burning around the apartment. She smelled incense wafting from a bedroom. Tsun followed the smell of jasmine to the War Minster's deathbed.

She had met Nethanel Barkas twice before; her long career in politics assured their meetings. He was a man advanced in his age, but he had seemed to have such a presence; his position demanded it.

She had to search for him now, a lone figure on the bed. His grey hair trailed on his pillows, his chest rising and falling inconsistently. A drip was connected to a thin, frail limb, feeding him nutrients as he wasted away, his body incapable of processing them.

Clustered around him was his family, close friends and allies. Something felt reverent, sacred about being allowed to be here in such an important man's final moments.

It also meant that she knew that Barkas considered her an ally. The implications of this...

Deep grey eyes locked on her from behind heavy lids.

His voice seemed to come from beyond the grave. "General..."

All eyes turned to her.

She was startled, but her pride would never allow her to show it. She bowed respectfully, her arms at her sides. "War Minster Barkas. May the Goddess guide you."

'May the Goddess guide you,' a phrase spoken to the dead and dying. A prayer for Etro to take a soul in peace.

He chuckled ruefully, which quickly collapsed into coughs. His great granddaughter supported his chest so he didn't heave.

"You...you've done much...in a short time...General Tsun." He blinked slowly, trying his damnedest to focus on the blurring shape of a grey haired woman. Another fit of coughing.

She didn't say anything; what could she say?

He continued on. "War is unavoidable...my position is a necessity. The king. The Federation itself... We are at war, even if not officially.

"I would feel peace...knowing that someone less...politically inclined took my place."

Her posture stiffened. "Y-you want...I...War Minister..."

'No.' She screamed internally. 'No.'

He wheezed again. She winced.

"You have the political strength...the backing...in an election...you could win..."

"...Yes..." She hesitantly said, feeling guilt creep deeply into her insides. "I will strive for this position."

His lips formed a weak smile.

"Thank you...General Tsun."