-slams ‘✂’ here- Fuck me up Jess!
Send ✂ for MT!Prompto to kill your muse! ((CLOSED))
The MT’s mission was an oddly specific one.This was no mere shoot and run, but instead something personal that required much more care than the usual. His instructions were to locate the young king of Lucis and terminate him.
But the specifics of his termination were rather odd.
The instructions came from Ardyn himself - not only to take the boy’s life, but to bring back his heart as proof. The MT was certain he’d never stolen any organs before, and wasn’t even sure how to go about doing it.
But he had his orders, and he would not disobey them.
Luring Noctis in was easy - The MT retained his memories from Prompto and called upon them momentarily to trick Noctis into meeting with him just outside the haven before dusk. The boy’s eyes were bright, almost like he was excited to see ‘Prompto’ and spend time with an old friend. How heart warming it would have been, if the MT had a heart to be warmed.
He coerced the king into his arms - a hug, he believed it was called. It brought Noctis close to him, close enough for the MT to pull out a blade and shove it clean through the lower portion of the king’s chest. Twist. Rip. Drag. Remove.
Noctis’ grunts of pain did not go unnoticed, though the MT hardly cared about the pain inflicted upon the king. He shoved his blade through a second time in a different spot, completely skewering the right lung while narrowly avoiding the heart. He had to keep the heart in pristine condition, or Ardyn would be upset.
The MT said nothing as he gently laid Noctis down to the floor. His eyes told of betrayal and pain as he struggled to draw breath. It was a meaningless effort, as he began to cough and specs of blood expelled out from his lungs. He was dying, and now was as good a time as any to crack open his chest.
Noctis was sputtering out nonsense by the time the MT pulled an automatic saw from the arminger - Noctis’ very own arminger, as Prompto had had access to it’s power. The light left Noctis’ eyes before the MT managed to finish sawing through the ribs.
Removing the heart was not as difficult as he would have thought, and it was simply because of pure impatience. It was not done with the precision of a surgeon by any means, but by inexperienced hands looking to grab a prize and move on. He ripped through the pericardium and tore the heart clean of vessels and veins, tearing the aorta by accident. He hoped Ardyn wouldn’t be too mad about that.
He placed the king’s heart into the specified container he was given and he left without a single bit of remorse. Inside him, a young man screamed and cried for the horror that was just committed.
But he was never to see the light of day again, much like his beloved friend King Noctis.
