Disgrace

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace

...

Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off.

That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die...

But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again.

Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in.

That this would repeat itself for an eternity.

The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword.

At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. 

He took his first steps to break out of the cycle.

And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands.

...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

The Laughing Swordsman

Noctis' arms were strained heavily as he refused to let go of his weapon. As for his fist, a few fragments of armor fell off.


Yet, Layla was completely fine. A small smirk appeared on her face.


"Hehe, looks like I'm going to win again!"


Noctis closed his eyes. He mumbled to himself.


"To think I have grown so incompetent that I can no longer handle two intruders."


The pressure he emitted abruptly died down.


Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded, causing the air to tremble.


Violent black flames burst out from Noctis' body.


Layla spat and batted the black flames away.


She jumped off, all the while batting away the few black flames that remained on her.


Noctis' armor could no longer be seen. Instead, it was completely covered in black flames. The black flames flickered, taking on a rough shape.


Uncanny Giggling