Disclaimer for this entire story. We're not going to waste your precious time with disclaimers every single chapter. This is it.
This amazing title was inspired by PW's legendary city - Heaven's Tear (and PWI's server haha) and the chapter title was inspired by PWI's new expansion - Genesis. Congrats, PWI!
Anyways. My PW-oozing time is over. Enjoy.

Genesis: I

Noctis was not in a good mood. He'd been drinking at his favourite bar for the past hour, eyeing some girls. Sighing, he raised his glass at the bartender for more wine, and gulped it down. The girls weren't bad looking, but far from awakening his interest; they were too thin, too bony, and too chatty. Sometimes, Noctis valued some it's-time-to-shut-up in his 'dates'. Technically, they were on his arm for the most a week, the usual stayed for three days. He liked change and hated repetition, which explained the continuous cycle of dating and dumping. That 'cycle' was precisely the reason for his reputation. Men detested him more than anything, but girls clung to him for as long as they could. It was rather twisted, his awful reputation should make the ladies run towards the opposite direction from him, but who knows, they're girls.

Without warning, the door to the club flew open. In the doorway was a familiar figure – Prompto, The man had his usual poster boy grin on, but his eyes were serious.

"Hey, Noct bro, it's time to get going, yeah?"

Usually, Noctis would've noticed the murderous look in his friends' eyes, but tonight, he was too drunk to notice. Or care.

"Huh?" the word came out slurred, and the world swirled uncontrollably in front of Noctis's hazed blue eyes.

Growling, Prompto hauled Noctis onto his shoulders, threw the bartender a wad of bills, and dragged Noctis outside, in front of the bar. Prompto grunted at the dead weight and uncaringly dumped Noctis in the backseat of a sleek, black car where the drunkard sprawled on the seat, almost drooling on the leather.

Wasting no time, Prompto jumped in the driver's seat and weaved through the narrow streets.

"Noctis, your father sent me." Prompto pressed his lips together in a thin line.

Noctis groaned in reply. Screeching the tires, Prompto pulled up on the curb, turned, and punched his friend in the face. Swearing loudly, Noctis snapped out of his haze.

"What the fuck, Prompto! I'm gonna kill you, goddamnit!"

Prompto rolled his eyes, and turned back to putting the car onto the road. "Listen man, your dad has, ah, arranged a rather startling thing. You dig?"

Noctis rubbed his cheek, wincing. "Huh? What happened now?"

"Well," Prompto choose his next words carefully, "Your dad wants to marry you off to the Lady Tifa Lockhart."

"What the fuck!" Noctis reflexively leapt to his feet, succeeding in smacking his head on the car roof. "Fuck!"

"Sit down."

Noctis sat, somewhat unbelieving that his friend was ordering him around. "Why do I have to marry that bitch?"

Prompto mouthed 'OMG'. "To establish a treaty, of course. The Lockhart family poses an enormous threat to your family, yeah?"

Noctis groaned loudly. Trust that old bastard of a father to do something so rash. It was well known that Noctis's family could wipe out anything, anytime. Noctis wished that his father, the king of demons, would for once use his throne for this kind of internal power struggle. Honestly, it looked like the king had gotten soft. "No fucking way."

"Yes fucking way." Prompto kept his eyes on the road ahead, "you will marry that Lockhart girl. In about a week, I think."

"What! Fuck that! I'm gonna kill my old man for shitting with me!"

"He's not messing with you, y'know?"

Noctis slammed his fist against the window, shattering the glass easily. Staring at the blood running down his knuckles, Noctis exploded in roars of profanity. Never before had Prompto seen Noctis this angry, at anything. But, getting forced to marry was indeed something to fume over, and Noctis was demonstrating to Prompto his own thoughts about the marriage.

They drove in silence until they reached the palace. Prompto parked the car in a discreet location and the two walked with heads down until they reached the keep. The guards put their swords in front of Noctis's face until he pulled his right sleeve up to show the brand of the prince. Prompto followed Noctis in. When they reached the throne room, the king glowered at his son. With an impatient flick of his wrist, the king dismissed Prompto and turned his attention to Noctis, who was busy analyzing the carpet.

"Noctis Caelum, a fortnight from now, you shall marry the Lady Tifa of the Lockhart family."

"Fucking hell." Noctis growled.

The king frowned. "Noctis, you are not allowed to kill her."

Noctis looked up, glaring at his father. "What? You're telling me to marry some bitch whose only concern is to look pretty? What. The. Fuck."

"Yes I am." The king looked deadly serious; his bleak black eyes carried not the slightest twinge of humour.

Noctis threw his head back, now glaring at the ceiling.

"The Lockhart girl isn't anything you hate, okay? She's not too quiet or too chatty, I hear her skill in martial arts is formidable, and her calm personality will settle your violent one."

"She's a nerd, loves to dress up, and hates to go out with even friends. You cannot marry me off with her!" Noctis almost pleaded. His remaining shreds of dignity, however, saved him from outright begging.

The king stood, and towered over Noctis. "You do not tell me what me what to do. Stop this whining at once or I will disown you."

Silence.

"I expect an heir."

Silence.

"WHAT?" Noctis glared at his father. "You're telling me to get her laid? Marrying her isn't enough?"

"Then who will claim the throne after you?" The king asked, "Surely not some half demon."

"Let Prompto or Ignis."

"You are drunk out of your mind."

"Actually, he is." Prompto slipped in, poster boy grin in place. He made an overly flourish bow to the king. "The old Lockhart man is at the door." Prompto announced.

The air around the room swirled and got darker, sucking at the oxygen. Noctis's aura changed from anger to suffocation. Prompto could practically see the dark tendrils spreading from Noctis, contaminating everyone.

"Noctis. Stop." The king flashed his hand in a gesture too fast for Prompto to register, but the result was the darkness gone and Noctis hissing.

With a sweep of his black robes, the king dismounted from his throne and went to greet the elder of the Lockhart family with Noctis and Prompto trailing behind.

The old Lockhart man wasn't any surprise. Wrinkles withered his face and a long, white beard trailed down to the floor. He was heavily supported by his wooden cane and limped at every step. Noctis snorted mentally when he saw the old man. The king inclined his head while the Lockhart man bowed with great difficulty.

"My king."

The king smiled ever so slightly and mentioned to Noctis. "This is my son, Noctis Lucis Caelum."

The old geezer stared at Noctis. "Ah, I see. Pleased to meet you, prince."

Noctis glared at the ancient man. Silence stretched for eons. Prompto cleared his throat.

"AHEM."

Blinking, the king frowned at his son.

Noctis snorted and offered his hand to the head of the Lockhart family. The hermit squeezed Noctis so hard that Noctis's eyes almost popped out of his head. The sound of cracking knuckles echoed in the reception hall. The king's eyes were wide as saucers and Prompto fainted in disbelief. Then stood back up.

"Uh, well, ah…." Noctis stuttered.

The Lockhart senior let go of the prince's hand and Noctis massaged his hand, wincing. The old man smiled.

"Our Tifa is as much a warrior as you, prince. She excels in fist-to-fist combat and suitors much value her attitude. Perhaps it will help you was well."

Noctis's eyes swirled into a blood red, and he tried to lunge at the man. The king, the devil bless his reflexes, thrust his hand out and Noctis was bound in invisible bonds, restraining him. A cut on Noctis's arm (from the bonds that his father created?) spilled few drops of blood on the stone ground.

The Lockhart man frowned at the exchange between the king and the prince. Suddenly, he burst out chuckling. "Well, well, I suppose this is enough for today. Thank you, my king, for this fabulous meeting."

"Fabulous, my ass." Noctis muttered under his breath after the man was gone. The king released Noctis, glaring at his son. "That was very close."

Prompto snorted. "Too close. Better watch your temper, Noctis, yeah? Sometimes ya gotta use charm."

"He doesn't have any charm." The king retorted, and walked back into the interior of the castle.

Prompto roared in laughter. "Man, Noct bro, you just got owned by your DAD!"

...oOo...

It was raining outside. Noctis lifted his face to see the dark, stormy sky. Tonight, he was out to drink again, to hopefully forget about his coming ordeal with a certain bitch of the Lockhart family. He blinked as a fat raindrop fell right next to his eye. "Stupid weather." He growled.

Stepping inside, he immediately ordered a shot, and gulped it down within a second. He kept raising his glass for more, ignoring the incredulous look of the bartender.

Sitting beside him on the bar stool was a quiet girl, also drinking down shots as they came. He shifted next to her and they drank in silence.

"What's a little girl doin' out here at night, drinking alone at night?" Noctis whispered in her ear, his arm wrapping around her waist.

The girl turned to face him, and he raised an eyebrow in admiration. She was beautiful, her big, dark eyes were dull and hazed from drink, her full lips parted slightly in surprise. Her hair was a sleek otter brown, falling gracefully down her back. Her clothes, a mini skirt and a white tank top, emphasized her curves.

"You're beautiful." Noctis whispered in her ear, again.

Her lips twisted into a smile. "Why, thank you." She replied huskily, clearing beyond drunk.

Noctis leaned into her sweet scent and the strange girl moved closer and their lips met. They stayed like that for until the girl pulled back, gasping for breath. Noctis's eyes gleamed. "So, I repeat, what are you doing here?"

The girl rolled her eyes. "My father is forcing me to marry someone."

Noctis blinked. And laughed out loud. "Man, same here. Some bitch or another."

The girl nodded. "And, to make it worse, I already have a boyfriend. Honestly. Something is wrong with my old man's mind."

The two raised their glass simultaneously for another shot, and ended up laughing while drinking.

"Hey, you're not so bad, girl." Noctis commented after raising his glass again.

The girls' eyes were closed as she drank. "Mmhm." She checked her watch and jumped to her feet, the glass shattering on the ground. "Sorry sweetheart, but I gotta go. Bye." She winked at Noctis and left, a check written on the table for the bartender.

Noctis stood up too, and handed the bartender a bill.

"One hot chick wasn't she?" the bartender smirked at Noctis.

Noctis laughed merrily as he recalled the girl. "Fucking hell yeah. Hope we do meet again." He was laughing even as he walked out the door.

So so so? How was it? Review!

~BM & Cin