Matrimony

A/N: Sorry, had to get this one out of my system! Feedback is appreciated. I'm LeClas btw!

Prologue

"So we have a deal then?"

Tensions were stirring as an uneasy truce was settled between the two leaders.

"We have a deal."

The dark haired king nodded approvingly. "In one week's time, my son will marry your daughter."

"And you will withdraw your troops from my lands."

"Correct."

The fair haired king extended his arm anxiously. The dark haired king shook it eagerly and smiled.

It was all good business.

Chapter 1: The Groom's Obsession

He was drunk out of his mind.

The people in the club started fluctuating before his eyes and the club's neon lights seemed to get brighter and brighter by the minute. Noctis leaned back against a couch and poured himself another glass of wine, watching as reality distorted into fantasy.

There was no entertainment in his life. This routine of drinking until night and waking up drunk as hell was unpleasant, yet he never could stop. Whereas others viewed his obsession with alcohol as a serious problem, he viewed it as a minor dilemma that one must experience in order to develop character.

In other words, total bullshit.

He rubbed his temple and casted a simple healing spell to clear his head. That felt good. He counted the amount of glasses on table. It took about forty glasses before his head started to ache. Noctis waved the server over. How about going for forty-five?

Noctis held his glass in mid-air and closed his eyes. He smiled maliciously.

Trouble was coming.

As he predicted, the club door was kicked open and everyone watched as a group of men, donned in fine suits, walked in with smirks on their faces. Noctis counted thirty-two of them in total, each was armed with two 9mm pistols. A small mafia of lesser demons—goblins and incubi—he assumed. Though they had humanoid forms, he could see them for what they were.

Noctis shrugged. As long as they avoided him, he'd let them do as they pleased.

One of the mortal clubbers took offense when one of the suited men copped a feel on his female partner. The mortal man started spouting threats and insults before he was promptly silenced with a bullet to his head. The club grew silent and the onlookers turned away from the bloody corpse and continued doing what they were doing. Most of them left the building.

The girls sitting at both sides of him fled in terror.

As his server was bringing him his drink, he was intercepted.

A light skinned mafia member, who Noctis presumed was the leader, took the glass from the server and gulped it down.

"Hey," Noctis called after. "That was my drink."

The leader made his way over to Noctis and pulled out his gun. "What was that you little shit? Your drink, you say? This club belongs to me, everything is mine!"

"I said, you just took my drink," Noctis sat with a bemused expression, arms stretched out against the top of the couch. "You going to pay for it?"

"Listen here," The leader cocked back the barrel of the gun, as the rest of his mafia surrounded him. "Do you know who we are? No? We're half-demons, we eat little fucks like you for breakfast. We kill little prick ass pretty boys like you with our eyes closed!"

Noctis waved off his empty threats and laughed, "Only half-demons? No wonder you have to use those little peashooters. You're all too weak to fend for yourselves."

"Why you little..." One of the cronies spat out and clutched his finger against the trigger of his gun.

"I wouldn't do that," Noctis warned and snapped his fingers. In an instant, every single mafia member was surrounded by swords, each slightly piercing their necks, stomachs, and legs. "I'm in a fucking bad mood right now."

One of the lesser demons thought it would be wise to reach for his gun. His fellow members watched, scared out of their minds, as he was beheaded and disemboweled instantly.

"Oops," Noctis smiled and held up his hands. His smile turned into frown when he saw blood on his shoes. "Look what you guys did. I have blood on my shoes."

He looked at the grown men, now reduced to shriveling infants. He could smell their fear and he loved it.

Now to address the matter at hand. Noctis pointed at the leader, "You."

"M-me?"

"Yes you," Noctis growled, irritated and stuck his shoe out. "Lick it off."

"W-what?"

"Are you deaf? I said lick the blood off. My shoe won't clean on its own."

"Fuck you!" The leader screamed and made a sudden move, trying to retain some of his dignity. Noctis gave him a disappointed look. What boring last words. The dude was sliced into pieces before he knew what hit him.

"Next," Noctis called out. None of the men made a move. "No one? Guess you all gotta die."

"You think you scare us?" One of the more braver guys snarled shamelessly. "Kill us now, and our brothers won't stand for it. They'll find your family and kill them. They'll find your lover and rape her before your eyes! We're half-demons!"

"Bravo." Noctis clapped his hands in mock applause. "Now before you die, I want you to know just who exactly you were messing with."

He folded back the sleeves of his suit, and revealed a brand on his right arm. The whole room turned deathly silent. Fear pervaded the atmosphere as the half-demons realized who they had been dealing with.

"The Prince..." One of the demons choked skeptically. "One of the few pure-blooded demons in existence, a spawn of Lucifer."

"Yours truly," Noctis replied devilishly. "So you see, none of your threats work on me. Send me millions of your brothers if you want. I don't care. Maybe then you can all have a party in hell. Of course, I'll supply the booze."

Noctis finished his dialogue and slowly proceeded to kill the man who had the audacity to threaten him, running blades through his body, but avoiding vital organs, causing him excruciating pain before he died. Noctis examined the others. He could feel their fear, radiating in waves. He walked up to one of the smaller men, who was whimpering and sweating profusely.

"You scared?" He whispered and showed off his canines.

Trying to cover up his fear, the small man shook his head rapidly.

"Don't be," said Noctis. "It'll be over soon. You won't even feel a thing." Noctis flicked his wrist and his swords pierced the small man multiple times, drawing blood and leaving gaping holes. The man was dead before he hit the floor.

Noctis looked down at the corpse and smiled. "What'd I say?"

"What do you want from us? We'll do anything you want. Let us go, please!" One of the men pleaded, falling to his knees. He was impaled in the chest immediately.

"Don't beg," Noctis warned the other men. "I hate beggars."

The mafia members stood silent, pretending to be composed although they were scared shitless.

"You guys bore me," Noctis turned and walked up to the counter to talk to the club owner. Behind him, several bodies hit the floor.

"You made a mess," The bald-headed, fat club manager clucked his tongue, counting the number of dead bodies on his dance floor. Thirty-two.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Noctis tossed the man two wads of bills. "Pay someone to clean it up and get something nice for your wife and kids while you're at it. There's more than enough money in those stacks."

The manager sighed. "Your father is worried about you. He's even asked me to ban your ass from my club."

"So?"

"What do mean, so?"

"Don't listen to him."

"I'm kicking you out of my club."

Noctis shrugged, and stretched his arms, ignoring the comment. He straightened out his suit and took out his phone to check the time. It was late.

He waved goodbye to the manager and walked out of the front door. Waiting for him in the parking lot was his chauffeur/friend, Ignis, who was looking extremely pissed. Noctis groaned. He was bound to get an earful today.

"Shit," He muttered. Maybe he could pretend he hadn't seen Ignis, and walk home instead. Honestly, that wasn't such a bad idea. He did a 90 degree turn and walked away from the luxury car. He started running when he heard the car engines rev up.

Noctis ran for about a minute, before he stopped. The drinks were starting to hit him. Holding his stomach and praying for dear life, he hurled all over a pretty rose bush, which wasn't so pretty or red anymore.

Ignis killed the car engine and ran over to his sick friend. "You idiot! You've been drinking haven't you?"

"Not now mom," Noctis rubbed his stomach and turned away from the tall figure. "Let's talk in a bit, I'm kind of bu—urgh—b-busy."

Once his stomach calmed, Noctis addressed his brown-haired friend. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Shut up," replied Ignis, who adjusted his glasses. "Get in the car."

Noctis obliged and took a seat in the back. He blew air onto the windows and drew stick figures on them. This was the only way he could zone out and ignore the lecture he was probably—no... most definitely—going to receive.

"Your father's nuts," Ignis stomped on the gas pedal.

"Tell me something I didn't know," Noctis sighed. So much for ignoring the lecture.

"No seriously. He's really frustrated with you, you know? This morning at the meeting, which you were supposed to be at, he announced that he was going to marry you off. The date's been set for a week from now."

"W-WHAT?" Noctis spouted, trying to list off reasons why he couldn't be married. "I'm going to kill my old man. Who does he expect me to marry anyways?"

"Now Noct, calm down. Breathe," Ignis coughed, knowing what was going to come. "He wants you to marry some Claire/Lightning girl."

"What the FUCK! There's no way in hell I'm marrying that bitch. That goody two shoes. ARGH! I'd rather be tortured on the Spanish Donkey than marry that bitch!" Noctis shouted, nearly shattering the glass windows.

He had never seen the Farron girl, but he had heard all about her, and needless to say, he found her to be extremely boring, and dumb. She was everything he couldn't stand; innocent, pure, but most of all, an angel. Literally, an angel.

Whereas he was a pure-blooded demon—one of an elect few—he might add, she was a pure-blooded angel, his exact opposite. Screw every philosopher in history, opposites did NOT attract.

"Let me out of the car."

"What for?"

"I have to puke."

Ignis leaned back against the driver's seat and sighed as the young prince stepped out. Contrary to his expectations, Noctis was taking this very well. Usually, when his friend was presented with bad news, someone died. Ignis cringed when he heard a loud string of profanities come from outside. Okay, maybe Noctis wasn't taking this too well.

"Ugh," Noctis rubbed his head. "This day just gets worse and worse."

"What are you going to do about the marriage?"

"I have two options," Noctis held up two fingers and slipped into the backseat.

"Which are?"

"Killing the bitch—I'm seriously considering this one, or killing my old man."

"Neither is wise or recommended, especially the last one," stated Ignis impatiently. He let car engine roar and sped off the highway.

"I don't care. I'm in a bad mood. Where does she live?"

"You're serious?" Ignis questioned.

"Yeah," Noctis scoffed. "Didn't I just say that I was seriously considering killing her?"

"Her family won't stand for it. They're the kings and queens of the angelic hierarchy. She's a princess."

"I could kill all of them without lifting a finger."

Ignis shook his head. "Oh Noct... You have so much to learn. Just shut up, we're almost home."

"I hate you. You're taking me to my old man aren't you?"

"Shut up," Ignis scowled lightly. "I have to, or I don't get paid."

"You dirty man," Noctis whispered, voice tinged with a slight tease. "You sold your soul for money."

Ignis rolled his eyes. "Don't get me started. I could write a book with all the shady things you've done. Should I list a few? Hm. How about all the women you've taken on first dates, building their hopes up, before promptly leaving once you've had your way with them?"

"They were good fucks, but boring as hell," Noctis stated impassively, resting his elbow against the window.

"You better fix your attitude, you're going to be a married man soon."

"Don't remind me," Noctis hissed murderously.

"Well we're here, so if you want to continue your bitching, do it in front of the king because I'm not listening anymore. Now get out of the car," Ignis unlocked the doors.

Noctis stretched once he was out of the vehicle and gave Ignis a puzzled look. "You're not coming?"

"I have to get back to my wife."

"See, you're no fun anymore. I blame the wife."

"Whatever," Ignis retorted one last time before driving away.

As soon as Ignis was out of sight, a whole platoon of guards came rushing out to secure him. Noctis let them place cuffs on his hands. Although he could have easily snapped them off and beat every one of the guards, he didn't. He reckoned he had caused his father enough stress for one lifetime.

He was escorted past his room and through a long, ornamented hallway until they reached the throne room.

Sitting on the grand throne was his father, who was looking older than usual with his untrimmed beard. His father didn't look pleased to see him.

"I refuse to marry anyone," said Noctis.

"So you've heard. You have no choice in the matter, however. The decision has been made," his father answered coldly. "The angels have agreed that the union between you and their princess is the only way to secure peace between the races."

"Are you serious? You're forcing me to marry one their bitches because of some obligation? A bit of peace? Do you honestly believe that a single marriage can rewrite the bloody history between angels and demons?"

"What else can I do?" His father shouted. "This is the only way to achieve peace. If a war broke out, both races would be razed to the ground. How many of my men will I lose because of your selfish incompetence?"

"The demon army has more soldiers than the angels have feathers on their wings." Noctis retorted, standing up to his full, grandiose height. "It should be them who beg at our feet. You know as much as I do that they don't stand chance against us. Why do you continue this bullshit? Tell them to fuck off, and go to hell."

His father remained silent.

"Or have you become soft?" Noctis insulted.

The king stood from his throne, walked over to his son and held him up by the collar. "You do not tell me what to do. You do not tell me who I am, understood?"

Noctis looked into his father's eyes. He looked into the eyes of the man he respected. Something had changed. If possible, it seemed his father had become wiser than he already was.

"You will be married to the Farron girl in a week. Do not bother to complain, or I will cut all of my ties from you and claim a different heir. It is your decision."

Noctis stood silent, knowing that his father would carry on with his threat. He was by no means dependent on his father. He had money of his own, but he couldn't bear giving up the throne to some stranger. It was, after all, his ambition to claim the throne.

"I'll treat her like trash, and enjoy every second doing so."

"Do as you please, but you are forbidden to break off the engagement and you will make sure she has provided you an heir," The king stated sternly.

"You're asking me to fuck her, too?"

"No, I'm ordering you to," The king said, brushing dust off of his suit. "In order to validate the legitimacy of your union, the people want to see the product of your love. Never in history has a pure-blooded demon mated a pure-blooded angel. A child, created from such a union, would be a rarity."

"So I'm stuck with the girl and have to make sure she's provided me an heir?" Anger welled inside of Noctis. Just the thought of being physically attached to a woman made him want to break something.

"The sooner you accept it, the better."

"Yeah right," Noctis hissed. He turned away from his father disrespectfully, preparing to leave.

"Oh and son." His father stopped him in his tracks.

"What?" Noctis stood with his back to his father. His irritation was evident.

"Don't you dare kill her."

"What?" Noctis smiled darkly, and cracked his fingers. "You don't trust me?"

"I mean it."

"Whatever," Noctis spat, leaving the throne room.

Outside, in the hall, Noctis glared at the portraits of his ancestors and smashed one of them with his fist. Glass rained down and struck the floor with a loud crash.

He cursed loudly. His old man had played all the right cards. His father had trapped him into a corner with only two options, both shitty. He could screw his inheritance or get married and lose all his personal freedoms.

Noctis grabbed his hair in his fists, and clenched his teeth.

Fine, he thought. If he was going to suffer, he wasn't going to suffer alone.

He was going to drag that bitch angel to hell with him, one way or another.

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A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, I'll continue and start working on the next chapter. Sorry for the character ooc-ness, just experimenting. Review!

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