The Dragon King

You talk about it like it’s beyond even your control. Like you haven’t been pulling the strings this whole time.

@voluntatem

@crystallineglacian

@rexcrystallis

A calculation gone awry. How had the third eye used so readily failed them so completely? The tethering of this sinful soul who foiled their plot so long ago now ascended into divinity. Though steel be their heart, it raged in injustice wishing to correct the imbalance and regain the reigns of leadership from a fellow deity. Regardless, rage brought the dragon not to the doorstep, but rather a reluctance for a conference to be gathered. For another added among their number who had yet to appear to any of the divine brethren say for this usurper.

Gods hear not the prayers of humans. They’re only interested in the power they have over them. Gods are selfish and cruel, they’re self-serving creatures. Ignis bitterly throws away the teachings of the Cosmogony he’s learned from a young age. Lies spewed by the foolishly pious.

Ignis stands his ground at the Draconian’s words. His fingers twitch and flex, ready to summon his weapons to defend against any incoming attacks. He has no delusions of grandeur to be able to best a God, to bring the Blademaster to its knees. To defy one’s fate. To change what is written in the stars. Heroes are the ones who are capable of such feats, ones that bring about bards with lyres ready to write legends.

No, he isn’t the hero of this story. He isn’t the one who defeats impossible foes. His battle against Ardyn Izunia was proof of that. But if it’s for Noctis, he would do anything to save him. In this lifetime and the next.

“Judge as you wish but I will not let you have Noct.” He will keep trying until he’s exhausted all options, even then, he has to keep trying. Noctis is Ignis’ world and no matter what the Astral says, nothing would change that.

“I will do anything in order to save him.”

“Thou’s efforts are futile and for not. Punishment rains from the heavens onto those whom defy the will of the Divine.” Fight they might against the tides that swept all mortals in their wake, but none shall succeed. At least that was the ’truth’ to the Draconian. Only two ever had resisted his will successfully. So many cycles ago which the pair and those associated with them were punished accordingly. Even now they suffered as it was his will. One of them this insignificant man attempted to liberate from his destiny.

Bahamut’s messenger have not been seen since the end of the Astral war choosing to remain as silent as the god in vigilance. On occasion they walk among mortals often mistaken as beasts more than the divine beings in which they are.

Siren. Taken the form of a mortal woman ever youthful, radiant, and beautiful. Her voice angelic in nature and many a lure for unsuspecting men. She rarely leaves the shores of Angelgard. Once her voice acted as a beacon for sailors to find the isle.

Unicorn. A horse with a singular horn upon its head renowned for its healing properties. A wild, untamed creature whom once freely roamed the deserts of Solheim and traveled the world with little rest. In ancient times a single touch of its horn would cure diseases and heal the most grievous wounds.

Kirin. The most combative of all the Draconian’s messengers taking the form similiar to a Qilin. Protective of the priests of Bahamut, but often the entity sent to punish those Bahamut deems as ‘sinners’.

@voluntatem

His armor and form made lesser to facilitate his presence at the top of the tower. Were they to dawn the form more known their size would dwarf the manmade structure causing its collapse. So in helm removed and the eerily human face exposed the Draconian approached their first sibling affectionately known as brother. They were the first in Etro’s creations of the gods. The All-Mother whom sheltered and protected them in her realm growing and learning until they were powerful enough to take up their destined mantle of her first children.

Cast ultima blade directly inside my ass

It isn’t malice he feels. No, it’s much colder, more indifferent yet it still stings with distaste. The gods are cruel and uncaring, so he’s come to learn. It isn’t as the Divine teaches; where are the kind and merciful beings that look after humans? Where were they when the world was in disarray? Now they expect the chosen to clean up the plague they had wrought. Sacrifice himself for something that got out of hand.

They are cruel, selfish, prideful creatures.

Ignis grits his teeth at the words, remaining silent as Bahamut speaks. He isn’t enough. What he has offered is not enough. He couldn’t help Noctis before, but certainly so long as their chances aren’t zero, he’ll keep trying. There has to be another way.

“Because a world without Noct isn’t one worth saving,” he conveys with confidence, steadfast in his words. His mind runs through his life together with his prince, his beloved friend. Ignis’ world is Noctis. He isn’t chained to this duty, it’s his conviction. His truth. Everything that he is, is due to Noctis. This Ignis Stupeo Scientia exists because Noctis Lucis Caelum exists. It’s a fact. And Ignis would destroy anything that would make it otherwise.

“The prophecy maybe known but it isn’t set in stone. A future that is born from Noct’s sacrifice isn’t one I will accept. I will tear this fate and prophecy apart.” Breaths fall even as he lifts his head towards the Astral. He knows now that negotiations are pointless. Bahamut won’t listen; the gods never have. 

“If you will not accept my bargain then I will find another way to save him.”

He would do it or die trying.

Tales mortals wove of their kind partially based on fabrication. Gods whom dare not speak to the common man nor woman are left shrouded in mystery. The scholars and pious twist the original tales for a more pleasant narrative so they are not feared. The Draconian moved not a claw to change their minds. Worship came all the same— the only thing that mattered. The fealty of humanity to their creators without a speck of resistance to their divine plan. All things in order without the chaos injected by their resting sibling, Ifrit. The only one among their kind whom truly loved their children.

Momentarily eyes flash beneath the helm of steel. Ire? Hard to distinguish what little emotions the gods possessed when Bahamut’s face be hidden from view. Regardless he took not kindly to those whom defied his will going against his prophetic visions of the future.

“One man makes not the world. It is we whom are the world. We whom decide the fates. To defy the divine will is a sin.” One that required correction through punishment. A curse were the dragon’s favorite mode of sentencing. Souls dared to rise up or muddy the hands of fate.

But donuts.....

@cookignis​