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“Oh, c'mon,” Aurore groaned as she turned the key in the ignition, silently willing for her car’s engine to turn over and start. No such luck - the engine had long since died an ignoble death due to this hellacious storm that had kicked up out of no-where. She wondered for a moment if someone somehow had managed to piss of Ramuh - that had to be the only logical explanation for this storm. She let out a soft curse in her mother’s birth tongue before getting out of the car - no sense in sitting in the car when it was dead. She fished her phone out of her purse, hoping to call or at least text one of her friends and see if she could get a ride from them. She tried to flip it open but her rain soaked hands just couldn’t keep a good grip on the phone and it took a swan dive into one of the puddles at her feet. “Damn it,” she muttered, reaching down to fish it out, wincing at the amount of water coming out of it. Well, there went that option - on to plan B, whatever plan B was going to be.
And the day had started out so good to begin with - a lecture on “Nos mutua nexis”, given by Professor Raine Licentia, an expert on ancient Lucian and the concept of soulmates and mating marks and all that it entailed, was one she had been waiting for and it was more than she could have ever imagined it to be. Well, no sense in standing out here, drowning in the storm, she thought and darted in the direction of the abandoned Citadel - not one of her better ideas, but any port in a literal storm would do, she thought.
She fished out a small flashlight and turned it on - small miracle that it was still working, given everything else dying on her. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to do a little exploring - after all, no-one had been in this building since… Crap, she thought, trying to recall her ancient Lucian history. Last she remembered was when an Ardyn Lucis Caelum was on the throne, and that was well over two thousand years ago. But, she was getting the feeling that she wasn’t as alone as she thought she was. She remembered the stories told about this place - and the one sticking clear in her mind was the one where a daemon lurked in this shadowed, haunted place, a daemon created by Ardyn in an attempt to save his only nephew from death. A chill worked its way down her spine and she silently prayed it was just that - a story. “Hello?” she called, her voice echoing a bit. “Anyone here?”
“Ita, est,” came a voice from behind her.
Aurore froze, her eyes wide. Oh, shit. She turned slowly to see who or what was behind her. The soft glow of her flashlight illuminated a thing of nightmares. A pair of crystal blue *human* eyes stared back at her from within a face of daemon - and she couldn’t even begin to tell what kind of daemon it was. The flashlight dropped from her hand, rolling away from her.
The daemon reached out to catch her as she fainted. ‘Si terret facies pro omnibus quae spes est?’ he thought, gently adjusting her position in his arms. He managed to cradle her in one misshapen arm and brushed her hair off her face with his other hand. Perhaps, with time if it were possible, she’d be able to see the man he had once been - and not this monster his uncle made of him.
(Translations: Ita, est. - Yes, there is.
Si terret facies pro omnibus quae spes est? - What hope is there for love if my appearance frightens everyone?)