#nyxnoct

[jazzraft]

10, nyxnoct uwu ♡

This prompt was "I might have had a few shots," and I don't want to tell you how long it's been sitting in my mail. Though not related to Halloween, here's a lil' treat for the holiday hammered out while I had a burst of inspiration!

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“I might have had a few shots.”

Prince Noctis said it so earnestly. Nyx wasn’t sure if the conviction stemmed from pride or guilt – Noctis’ gaze tessellated between the two like neurotic stars. It was Nyx’s job to keep the prince-shaped galaxy they were contained in from collapsing.

What was it about the inebriated that gave them the suction of a black hole devouring space? Despite Nyx’s advantage in strength, he was nevertheless sinking under the force of Noctis’ gravity. The drunken prince hung from him like the many-limbed Marlboro of outer Lucis, eldritch in how incomprehensibly his arms tangled around the glaive.

“Can you define ‘a few,’ Your Highness?” Nyx asked, as he hauled the prince along the corridor. He asked as much to distract Noctis from passing out as to distract himself from where the prince’s wayward hands were wandering.

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It had been months since Nyx felt human contact, just back from border patrol in the outer wilds – a long, solo assignment as punishment for defying orders (Libertus had needed his help more than the barricade needed fortification). He didn’t regret his defiance, and the upper brass must have realized his assigned exile hadn’t chastened him, because he was immediately placed on security detail for the Crown Prince’s birthday party. A worse sentence Nyx couldn’t think of, standing in silence as the upper elite that his glaivesmen bled for debauched themselves on luxury champagne.

Some pricey bubbly hadn’t been what got Noctis so wasted though.

“Prompto said one shot for every year I’ve been alive,” Noctis explained presently. “It’s apparently tradition in…” He whirled his hand through the air, smacking Nyx in the chin by accident, and never finished the sentence.

“Can’t say I’m familiar with that one,” Nyx grunted.

Over the raven plumage of Noctis’ hair, Nyx spotted the gilded doors denoting the royal chambers. Scrambling to upend the prince’s errant limbs, Nyx finagled his arms around enough to open the door without dropping his charge. Noctis swooped around in his grasp as the balance shifted, and suddenly they were face to face, the prince’s arms wreathed about Nyx’s neck in a lover’s embrace. Noctis tilted back against the door, pushing shut again the inches of space Nyx just struggled to pull open.

Nyx suppressed a despaired whine that then rocketed high in surprise. With a suspiciously sober strength, Noctis locked the links of his arms around Nyx’s neck, and yanked him down into an abrupt, urgent kiss. The wayfaring limbs became certain, caging Nyx up against him, trapping himself tightly between the door and a hard place. Noctis rut his hips against Nyx, foregoing any sense of foreplay once he felt how Nyx yearned for him below the belt.

“Alright, okay,” Nyx muffled out from beneath Noct’s ravenous mouth. “Rein it in, Your Highness.”

“Stop calling me that,” Noctis growled. His teeth latched briefly along Nyx’s jawbone to punctuate his irritation. “No one’s looking. Call me what I want you to.”

“Can I get the door open first?”

His eyes rolled, then Noctis slapped backwards for the doorknob. If Nyx suspected a patch of sobriety amidst the sureness of Noct’s grip, it was doused during his inelegant inability to determine if the door was a push or a pull. Nyx hiked an arm under Noct’s back and hauled him off the door, pulling it open and skirting inside. Noctis was determined to keep a firm surface at his back and a firmer body against his front, instantly pulling Nyx against him on the safer side of the door as it locked shut behind him.

Again, he rut earnestly against Nyx, mouth hung open in a low whine over the glaive’s more tentative lips.

“Noct, c’mon…”

“That’s more like it,” he sighed, swallowing the sound of his own name instead of his title as he kissed it from Nyx’s tongue.

“You’re drunk,” Nyx tried reasoning with him.

“You’re back.”

Nyx never dared to think that he might be missed. Not by anyone. Least of all the Crown Prince. This was the fourth time in so many months that Nyx had allowed himself to be dragging into a compromising position with the royal heir. He’d thought it was merely a tryst, an indulgent lapse of self-control – a daring flirtation with self-destruction. Nyx had assumed it was the same for Noctis, just an occasional act of rebellion with the royal rabble.

But the ardor with which Noctis bent himself against him, as if he could get deeper inside him than through carnal means, up through Nyx’s ribs and into his heart…

“I appreciate the welcome,” Nyx chuckled. “But you’re still very drunk.”

“I didn’t know you’d be back today,” Noctis whined.

He probed his face along Nyx’s neck, nosing aside the length of braid draped there. He sought reciprocation, nipping and teasing and antagonizing Nyx to seize command – another exercise in self-indulgence; Nyx would always be the soldier, never the commander; but with Noctis, just for a while, he could pretend.

Nyx wrapped his hands around Noct’s wrists and pressed them back against the wall. Noctis grinned, a rough grunt scraping his throat. His chest rose and fell in rapid staccato anticipation, limbs loosening for Nyx to bend as he willed. Nyx leaned close, his mouth ghosting over Noct’s eager lips. Noct’s hazy eyes slid shut, and Nyx smiled.

“When you’re sober,” he said.

A bereft noise rumbled from Noctis’ chest, watery blue eyes opening wide in betrayal. He tugged his wrists from Nyx’s grip and slung them about his shoulders again, aiming for another round of sloppy kisses to rouse him into changing his mind. Nyx ducked clear, looping his arms around Noct’s waist as the prince faltered against his throat. The glaive gently maneuvered him from the wall towards the chaise lounge, an elaborate gilt-framed piece of velvet furnishing positioned far away from the giant bed.

“C’mon, it’s my birthday, damnit,” Noctis all but sobbed. “I haven’t gotten a thing I wanted.”

“You got wasted,” Nyx chirped. “And you’ll get fucked when you’re over it, so there you go.”

“That’s not…”

Noctis yelped as he lurched down from vertical to horizontal, landing in a dizzy sprawl upon the plush upholstery. Nyx tried to use the disorientation to escape, but still Noctis showed supernatural sparks of sobriety when he was determined. He snaked a leg behind Nyx’s thigh and tripped him forward, catching himself along Noct’s body upon the couch. Noctis cupped his face in his hands and tongued along his protesting lips, legs manacled around Nyx’s thighs to keep him there. Nyx rolled his eyes, more amused than annoyed.

“I’m flattered, really, Noct, but you’ve got to sleep this off…”

“You. I want you.”

“You’ll get me tomorrow, okay? A belated birthday present.”

“I want you.”

Suddenly, the sensual crawl of Noct’s body around him stilled, and he jerked his head back to look Nyx in the eye. To Nyx’s horror, he found a frame of shiny tears along Noct’s lashes. A profound sadness darkened his glassy gaze, and he stared at Nyx with such unguarded honesty that he was struck silent.

Not just a tryst, then. Oh, no. Panic hammered through Nyx’s veins. He hadn’t assumed for a second that the Crown Prince of Lucis could feel anything more for him than lust. And while Nyx had enjoyed the pillow talk – about eschewing duty and living dreams – almost as much as the sex, he’d kept his heart firmly in check. It was just talk. Just sex. Just a pretty boy with an itch to scratch and a mutual understanding between.

Noctis was drunk. He didn’t know what he was doing, what he was saying. That was exactly why Nyx couldn’t stay. It was as dangerous for Noct as it was for Nyx, because when he said things like that, looked at him like that, it gave him hope. That he was more than just a body, just a pawn for the royals to play with. And hope just might kill him.

“We’ll talk after the hangover, alright?”

Nyx gently guided Noct’s hands from his face, thumbs circling gently along his knuckles. Noctis frowned, eyes disappearing beneath the fringe of his hair as he turned them away. Nyx pressed a careful kiss against his brow, an offering rather than a rejection. He slowly got up off of him, slipping the decorative blanket thrown over the back of the chaise upon the prince. Noctis rolled onto his side and groaned, the euphoria of so many shots beginning to sink his skull like a stone. Nyx stroked his hair, condolingly.

“I missed you,” Noctis mumbled, weakly.

Nyx paused, and again his stalwart heart faltered. Nobody should miss him. Every day, his life belonged to the king and the country to ransom. His life was not one promised to return.

“Thank you,” he murmured, nevertheless.

He closed the doors with a quiet click as he left the royal chambers. His hands shook over the handles.

Hope.

Damn.

[glaivenoct]

When it all comes down to destiny Only you can bend the rules Walk that road Through the ashes down from the dirt They're calling out, calling out, calling out When the skies are falling Hear the Heroes calling Can't hold us down Can't hold us down - [Smash Into Pieces: Heroes Are Calling]

A Prince and his Glaive; two souls bound together in love & magic

[beeftendergroin]

the glaive and his king's thorny bahamut horns

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OH hum... I'm going to space it out over writing, illustration, and sculpture even though this is my writing blog.

Writing

I will always deeply love 'Sunshine and Madness' as it got me back into writing fic and I wouldn't be here today without it. I think it informed a lot of how I write and what I think is important to write!

Of my current fics that is harder to say but I'm really proud of 'Shadow of a Bat' so far. It's a different sort of fic, but I really like what I've been able to do with it. I hope to get it done soon~

Illustration

Being in Zines really gave me an excuse to push my art! They're exhausting, but I did really love getting to spend hours and hours on an illustration. Here are two of my fav in two very different styles. They're not perfect, but I still like them a lot.

Sculpture

I love doing sculpture and resin work and miss it dearly! I hope to be set up to do it again this fall~ I think my foxes are currently my favorite sculpture. The geometric form of them is really something I enjoy and want to do more of!

[redglaive]

Happy 2023 winter solstice

"I will find strength even on my darkest night"

[forthefutureofusall]

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Nyx Ulric, Noctis Lucis Caelum Additional Tags: Self-Esteem Issues, Flirting, Friends With Benefits, Fantasizing, Dirty Talk, Kink Negotiation, Sort Of, Collars

Summary: Noctis has a proposal for Nyx.

[niaswish]

A Prince and a Princeling

For Day 1: Captivity of NyxWeek2023. This is based on an au I introduced in 2020 for the NyxNoct week (Chapter 7 of the Heroic Start by Shiary on AO3).

Rating: Teen +     Warnings: Slightly graphic violence near the end. Implied character deaths.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, implied character deaths, Nyx Ulric/ Noctis Lucis Caleum, eventual fluff, no major character deaths, Dark-ish Nyx, Royalty AU.

Summary: Prince Nyx Ulric has finished his mission, conquer Insomnia and demand Galahd’s rightful payment for Lucis’ betrayal. Finding himself faced with Lucis’ prince, Nyx finds himself rather intrigued when the kid bluntly asks him if he’s a stripper, while being in chains himself! Not that Nyx would allow his own amusement to interfere with his duties.

Nyx smirked as he watched the reaction of Prince Nocis, kneeling in chains at his feet. The princeling was trying to hide his fear, and amusingly enough his arousal - not that the thin summer pj he was wearing did anything in that regard - yet his wide blue eyes couldn't hide how they kept going towards the three other men they had captured along with him. Men who, except for the blond one, were trying to free themselves with rage in their eyes.

It was a good thing they had been gagged, otherwise Nyx had no doubt that they'd be swearing worse than Libertus when someone tried to use his kitchen without permission. 

As for the blond, he was shaking yet determined. Definitely untrained by the report he'd gotten from Luche, but he had stood in front of his friend until the end. Loyal and fierce. Nyx approuved of the devotion, despite the circumstances. 

"Lucis has failed to uphold its oath to the Storm and Clans. King Regis has refused to acknowledge his mistakes and Galahd had to face its invaders alone. As per the terms of the Oath, Lucis must pay the price for their betrayal." Nyx stepped closer to the prince as he spoke.

The prince had guts as he straightened as much as he could and demanded, "And what price would that be?"

Nyx smirked as he grabbed Noctis' hair and forcefully tilted it back. "A royal life to start with."

The reaction was instantaneous, both from their prisoners and Nyx's soldiers. The Amiticia boy roared and tried to charge at Nyx, only for Luche, Tredd and Sonitus to slam him back down without too much trouble.

The advisor acted with only slightly less ferocity as he slipped out of the chains, summoned a pair of daggers, and threw them straight at his throat. Nyx didn't flinch as Libertus batted them away. The advisor had expected it as he had followed through the attack by stealing a kukris from Sonitus, scoring a gash on the man's arm as he did so, and rushing behind his first strike.

His aim wasn't Nyx though, but rather the chain holding the prince down. He never made it that far as lightning struck him dead on, dropping him like a stone.. 

Crowe cackled as she slowly dropped her hand, "And here I thought this would be boring." She turned toward the blond. "What about you, Blondie? Are you going to let me practice more of my magic?"

Nyx left her to it as he tightened his grip on the prince. He had started to thrash in Nyx's grip as soon as the Amiticia reacted and now stood completely still, his eyes fixed on the smoldering body of his advisor. Nyx reached out to force the boy's face towards him. His smirk grew at the hatred in the Prince's glare.

Oh, he was going to enjoy keeping this one in line while the Oathbreaker King paid for Lucis' transgressions. Without paying any attention to the remaining members of the royal retinue, Nyx dragged the prince up and stated, "We're going back home. Luche, deal with those two."

Without any effort, Nyx threw his new hostage over his shoulder and walked out, his friends at his back. They still had work to do.

-=-=-=-=-

In the name of Ramuh and the Storm,

Lucis has broken the Oath of the Founder.

They have abandoned their duty towards Galahd.

The price of betrayal has been claimed.

A royal life for Ramuh's claim.

The Storm desires land.

And the Islands shall take what was lost.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Noctis Lucis Caelum/Nyx Ulric Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, Nyx Ulric Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, God Noctis, Answering Prayers, Dirty Talk, Anal Sex Summary:

Noctis finally hears the prayer of a mortal, which would then allow him to know of his domain. He rushes down to the mortal realm to answer it without having heard just what the prayer was about in the first place. When he arrives, Nyx gladly shows him just what he had been praying to do.

[calling4glaives]

Poll #12

Only one week left until Nyx week starts on June 4th!

For our last poll, we're entering the highly debated topic of shipping. We want to know your favorite Nyx ship! Reminder that there are no wrong answers!

We look forward to seeing your creations for Nyx week!

[jazzraft]

...why did it take a silly little simp poll for me to remember who the hell I am

[glaivenoct]

NyxNoct prompt! “Do you ever think about us?”

Across This Life & The Next Rating: T Words: 2,234 Tags: Mindless Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Late Night Convos, Existentialism

Summary: “Ignore what I said. About other universes and all that. I’m just restless.”

“You are the most honest when you’re restless usually.” Nyx says, running a thumb over the knuckle of Noct’s pointer finger. “I don’t think it’s all that crazy, though.”

“You don’t?” Noct tilts his head on Nyx’s shoulder to look up at him.

Between the ocean and the stars, Noctis and Nyx ponder the concept of lifetimes beyond their current one.

(Notes: This prompt has been collecting dust for actual YEARS, but better late than never right?)

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“Do you ever think about us?”

Nyx pauses in his steps, tilting his head to one side and blinking curiously at Noctis’ back. The Prince sits near the edge of the lighthouse’s balcony, comfortably bundled by a large blanket around his shoulders, legs slipped through the metal bars so his slippered feet dangle casually through the brisk night breeze. He stares out at the gentle flutter of the Cygillian’s ocean waves as though he’s mesmerized by the constant push and pull, or perhaps the way the moonlight speckles across the surface like a treasure trove of diamonds. 

Nyx stands a mere few steps from Noctis’ side, eyes stuck on his back and the sway of the ends of his dark hair in the wind. It’s far beyond a suitable bedtime for either of them, but Nyx can’t seem to find the will to bother trying to urge Noctis back to bed with him. Not on a night like this where he can take in the captivating view with an equally captivating Prince. 

“About us?” Nyx repeats, pulling his hands from his hoodie pockets as he takes those last few steps. He sits down next to Noctis, crossing his legs under himself. “Not sure if I’m following you, Noct.”

Noctis purses his lips and makes a contemplative hum. His head tilts slightly back, eyes following the horizon, to the stars, and then the moon. 

“Like...” There’s a subtle pinch between his brows. “Do you think there’s other universes out there… and that we’re in them together?”

Nyx’s lips part as he processes Noctis’ questions in his head. There are few things or people that are occasionally capable of leaving Nyx speechless and lacking some form of sharp wit in a relatively quick manner. Of course, Noctis is one of those people and he’s just done it again. Nyx finds himself stuck between two different gut reactions: a soft but fond laugh or simply asking Noctis if he’s okay. 

He smiles fondly instead, bumping Noct’s shoulder with his. 

“What kind of comics have you been reading lately?”

(The rest on ao3) (Reblogs would be really, really appreciated <3)

[dustystarlite]

Red mumbles to herself

Why is it every time October comes around my crave old fandoms, I'm rewatching Samurai Champloo and having Vampire Knight feels (just for three characters Zero, Shiki and Takuma... can't bring myself to rewatch the anime or read the manga again 🙄🙄) need more NyxNoct autumn vibes, Mikototsu grand escape to some mountain cabin...SaruMi exploring Venice

[jazzraft]

Thanks for always tagging me in these things @amidalogicdive! <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

254

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

795,022

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Final Fantasy (largely XV), Trigun

4. Top five fics by kudos?

Invited to Die, heaven's grief brings hell's rain, Night Watchman, The Struggle with Stasis, Occupational Nonsense

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yup, every single one!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I feel like I always answer this one, but I think it still is because it's one of the few I've written that ends with a major character death: what a wicked thing to do

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This was the first one that came to mind, though I have a lot of happy ending fics: See the Light

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope

9. Do you write smut?

Not outright

10. Craziest crossover?

Though not technically a crossover, the resolution to this fic ended up drawing from many other final fantasies that I think could qualify as "crazy": Elsewhere

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yup! Though they've never been finished. One I don't think is up anywhere, but the other: Dawn's Descent

14. All time favorite ship?

Judging by the ratio of fics I have written, probably nyxnoct - though vashwood has been closing at it's heels these past few years

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I want to finish Black Cats & Magic Caps (and I think I'll still be able to) but I have my doubts that I'll ever finish swords & shields (which is ok I guess it was never intended as anything more than snapshots of an au)

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think characterization

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Keeping the pace from dragging with overwriting prose

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I tend to steer clear writing it myself because I don't have enough education in any language other than my own and I wouldn't want to get it wrong

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Naruto

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Secret Ingredients

Tagging: @glaivenoct, @aithilin

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you @kholran for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

62

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

356,803

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I have written for FFXV, Guardian, Voltron, and Daomu Biji

4. Top five fics by kudos?

The Last Qilin

A Cute Seduction

Incubus

Take Responsibility

Because of You

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I always try to. Not saying a few haven't slipped through the cracks, but I always try too.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

“I love him… very much.” There is no happy ending for that fic, lol.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have a bunch of just dorky cute stories in my FFXV fics, so probably some of those.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't as of yet, that I remember.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes.

10. Craziest crossover?

Never done a crossover. I had an idea for one, but never wrote it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again, not that I am aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope… unless you count my RP'ing.

14. All time favorite ship?

This is an unfair question, I cannot pick just one. That's like trying to eat just one cookie, lol.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

“Forget Me Not” from my FFXV fics…

16. What are your writing strengths?

People tell me I'm really good at describing and setting, a mood, or a scene.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Battles. Oh… my… god… battles and fights.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Mmm… I might use a word here and there, but I don’t usually do it in large amounts.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

FFS, probably Sailor Moon?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Probably "Bound” or “(For)ever Given/(For)ever More” for Daomu Biji.

@aithilin @jazzraft @jaecomments @avidbeader @epicwalrus @redxblueihateloveyou

[redglaive]

NyxNoct- 🍁 Autumn Solstice 🍁

[chalabrun]

Kings of Lucis!

[niaswish]

The Oathbreakers’ Trial

This is based on an au I introduced in 2020 for the NyxNoct week (Chapter 7 of the Heroic Start by Shiary on AO3).

Rating: Teen +

Warnings: Slightly graphic violence near the end. Implied character deaths.

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, implied character deaths, Nyx Ulric/ Noctis Lucis Caleum, eventual fluff, no major character deaths, Dark-ish Nyx, Royalty AU.

Chapter summary: The Lucian intruders are brought before Ramuh and the Storm for Trial. There is no doubt on their culpability, only the question of punishment for this new Oathbreaking.

Nyx strode into Ramuh's Temple with his Hunters at his back. The place was filled with his people, all waiting and watching the group of prisoners held at the center of the hall. He ignored the whispers that followed him as he headed to stand beside his parents and Selena. His Hunters spread on either side of the hall, watchful even as the Storm kept watch above them.

Nyx looked around the hall, tilting his head in acknowledgement of the Elders that stood by their Clan Pillar. The intruders had been stripped of all weapons, their injuries seen to, and all that was missing were the two who had escaped. Nyx held back the growl that wanted to escape. He wanted to go back into the jungle and track the princeling and that blond friend of his. 

There was nothing to do about it. The Storm would not allow Ramuh's royal sacrifice to leave Galahd, and considering how loyal the blond had been during their first meeting, Nyx doubted he would leave the prince.

As lightning struck the pillars behind Ramuh's statue, Queen Mirius Ulric, Voice of Ramuh, rose to her feet. Her eyes blazed with pure lightning and her voice held the rumbling of thunder. Through her, Ramuh spoke. "By the Storm and the Islands, let this trial begin! Those held in front of you have attacked you, and once more broken their Oath. I ask the Oathbreakers, do you have anything to say for yourselves?"

Nyx wasn't surprised as Marshall Leonis stepped forward. While his expression was steady, even almost bored, his eyes sparked with an anger visible to everyone in the hall. "We took no oath when you came to our home and demanded that we give up one of our own. We came only to recover what is ours."

"No Oath? Your King swore one in the name of all Lucis! Or do you claim to have forsworn your King and Lucis while wearing their colours?" King Gaius motioned towards the black crownguard uniform they were still wearing. "Which is it, Cor Leonis? Have you foresworn King Regis and Lucis, or have you broken another Oath before Ramuh?"

The man kept silent, though Nyx noticed his jaw clenching at the accusation. The silence drew on as Galahd and the Storm waited for an answer.

After it continued for minutes on end, Nyx stepped forward. "His silence speaks for itself as does the evidence we collected in the Hunters training caverns of Goary." When Leonis snapped his gaze towards Nyx, he smirked in satisfaction. With a nod towards Pelna, Nyx presented Ramuh's Voice with what they had found.

"Goary Training Cavern has multiple recording devices, visual and auditory, scattered throughout its grounds. We know this but these intruders did not. Hunter Pelna of Clan Khara, Hunter Sonitus of Clan Bellum; present the recordings to the Storm."

Pelna played the audio files first before Sonitus took over and showed the assembly what the cameras had caught. Discussion after discussion between the intruders and Lucis. Of planning how to find and 'rescue' Prince Noctis. Of the failed infiltration to find the prince's whereabouts.

The intruders had been there for days, ever since Pelna and Luche had found the empty boat almost 2 weeks ago, so only the discussions that provide clear evidence that Lucis broke the Oath were heard. And with each discussion, the intruders grew tenser as they realized they'd been overheard so often.

Nyx kept an eye on the Prince's retinue throughout. They were younger, more likely to react to revealing information. So far they were doing admirably well, keeping a blank expression though they kept glancing over at... Selena?

Nyx glanced at his sister. She met his gaze firmly, jerking her head towards their mother with a half-quirked smile. Oh? So whatever was going on had his mom's approval. Had Ramuh decided to test the Princeling?

Part of Nyx hoped so, something in his chest loosening at the possibility that his the princeling had not broken his Oath after all. Selena would have been able to find the intruders and bring the prince there quicker than Nyx and his Hunters. If Ramuh had allowed it then...

It didn't change the current Trial so Nyx nodded towards his sister before returning his attention to where it was needed. Once the last of the recordings were played, it was time for the Elders to make their Clan's opinion known to Ramuh. As Prince, Nyx's duty was to draw a random Clan name and invite them to state their Clan's thoughts on the Trial's outcome.

"Elder Khara, what does Clan Khara say?"

"Lucis has broken a second Oath so soon after breaking their previous one. They have shown complete disregard for our lives and culture. Clan Khara asks Ramuh to give us his blessing to declare war against them."

"Elder Bellum?"

"Clan Bellum agrees with Clan Khara. Lucis must pay for their slight against Galahd and Ramuh."

"Elder Lazarus?"

"Clan Lazarus is of the same mind. Furthermore, we have yet to receive the land promised to Galahd for their Oathbreaking. Clan Lazarus suggest that our first strike is to claim what is owed."

One by one, Nyx called upon the Elders and listened to the Clans thoughts. Once they had all said their piece, Nyx turned to his father and asked, "And what does the Crown have to say?"

King Gaius stepped forward, eyes sweeping through the hall, "The Crown has heard the Clans. There is no objection to the suggested course of action." The crowd started whispering to each other only to fall silent when Ramuh's Voice slammed their staff down on the floor. King Gaius turned to them and asked in a firm tone, "Galahd has found those on Trial to be guilty and Oathbreakers. The Crown offers War against Lucis as punishment for their transgression and that of their Ruler. What is the Storm's Judgment? What is Ramuh's Wisdom?"

Nyx watched as his mother's eyes grew brighter, lightning snaking up and down the staff she held with increasing strength, as she listened to Ramuh and the Storm. After a few minutes, a single bolt of lightning struck right in front of Cor Leonis, who didn't flinch at all. Nyx was slightly impressed, the man would make a good Galahdian.

"The Clans of Galahd call for War. And War shall be the path of the future. Let those who forget the weight of their Oath be reminded of it through blood and magic." Ramuh's Voice intoned. Their voice filled the hall with static and energy, filling the Galahdians with a thirst for blood, as they slammed the staff thrice against the volcanic stone floor. With each strike, the lightning snakes dispersed into the ground, leaving behind brilliant white streaks towards each Clan.

Just as the last strike faded into silence, a commotion broke out towards the Temple entrance. "Niflheim is attacking! Let me pass! Niflheim is on its way to attack you!" 

A young blond boy pushed his way past the crowd to stumble into the center of the hall. Nyx took a step forward as he recognized him. Their eyes met and Nyx saw the same fierce determination and loyalty he had seen in Insomnia. The blond set his shoulders back as he declared, "My name is Prompto and Prince Noctis has sent me to warn you of the Niflheim army approaching off your North coast."

Nyx didn't hesitate to give his orders even as he turned to his father. Instead, his mother's bright green eyes met his as she smiled and whispered. "Go to him and see who he truly is."

Nyx turned and ran.