blame @chibi1015 for this one. and by blame I mean thank.
If Noctis was meant to be King of Light, then Luna was the perfect Queen of Night. For every order, Prompto stands ready, his red eyes and bloody smile matched only by Noctis’ own corruption. They bow only to her, and she is absolute.
It happened slowly, almost un-noticed until it was far, far too late. Luna had been flagging in her strength the day she went to stand before the Leviathan, she knew her powers and the weight of the ring she carried were draining what was left of her. She never guessed where it would lead.
Ardyn’s blade intercepted by Noctis’, her trident retrieved and the burgundy haired man lay dead at her feet. It should’ve been a victory, her fate avoided. Instead it tasted like ash in her mouth. The look she shared with Noctis told her he felt the same, like a great shift had happened, and not for the better.
The next sign had been Prompto. The blonde’s happiness seemed to be harder and harder to conjure, he was surly and when they finally got him to talk, Luna could feel her own mood darkening. He cried on them, in the room high above the freed city of Insomnia, the room that would’ve been their martial space, had things been different still.
Luna wanted to be the comfort she once might’ve but instead her own fear kept her silent. Prompto spoke of dreams of blood, of eternal night, of red eyes over-taking three shades of blue. He shook and reached for Noctis, who wrapped him in the warmth of friendship and the comforts of love. Who looked at Luna with all the same worries burning.
Gentiana was the final sign before the darkness took it’s due. She arrived on a cold morning, a few months after Ardyn fell. Her hair hung white as snow and she looked at Luna like a stranger.
“You are much changed, Oracle.”
Noctis, beside her with Prompto, their now constant companion, tipped his head in Gentiana’s direction. Her gaze flickered between all three of them and her brow furrowed.
“You are all changed. The starscourge, it lives in you.”
Gentiana fell away, leaving Shiva behind, a goddess ready to finish the task that Luna had started, that Noctis had been destined for, once.
Luna wanted so badly to care, but she realized, as Prompto’s gun appeared in the corner of her vision and her own weapon manifested, it was far too late for them. Luna died that day, the sweet girl who had struggled against darkness for so long was swallowed by the powers inside of her, by the small seed of ego in her heart.
Queen Lunafreya rose from her ashes. Shiva, bound to her will, the Lucian king kneeling before her, Prompto a ready killer at his side.
