Day 4:
"The little Dreamer dreamed a Dream
And in her Dream she met the blight:
The darkest man to ever scheme.
He showed her dark and she saw light.
He showed her wrong and she saw right.
The little Dreamer dreamed a Dream.
And in her Dream she did betray
Til black as night ran her bloodstream.
She took his hand and ran away.
He took her hand and led astray.
The little Dreamer dreamed a Dream
And in her Dream she did defy.
The sun she bought with her last scream.
It was her wish to say goodbye;
Instead she woke to a retry."
He punctuated the last stanza with a cackle. The guards at the end of the hall looked at him curiously and then suddenly found something very interesting to stare at dead ahead.
"Oh, little Dreamer. We did have a ball, didn't we?" He turned a pirouette and bowed extravagantly to the guards as he passed.
It certainly answered a great many questions he had been pondering for the past week. In spite of the absence of that burning curiosity, he felt no inclination to walk away and proceed with his usual murder and mayhem. She certainly knew how to work temptation and manipulation. Even dragged through hell and looking thrice as poor, she managed to sink hooks into him.
Then again, she had spent years learning from a master. It really was a testament to his skill.
So she would set Somnus adrift in a personal hell that lasted for an eternity, would she? An altogether too appealing proposition. The catch, of course, being that he was rather required to cooperate with her until that time. Oh, he could threaten to take away her daemons and eat her people whole. But she didn't care about them, did she? She would keep Daddy-dearest and brother-Noctis safe and everyone else…
Well. Everyone else could go to hell, couldn't they?
He laughed to himself. It echoed down the hall along with his footsteps.
So. He would lose his opportunity to kill Noctis but, what did Noct matter when he had Somnus? Noctis was just a little boy in this lifetime. Oh, the little Dreamer had lived to see him become worthy of the throne, but she had stripped that from him regardless. The gods reached down to set the crown on his head and she snatched it out of their hands. How must that have felt for poor Noct?
Oh wait.
The only other thing she required of him was… what? That he die? That he give up this unending existence, this deathless life, this cursed purgatory? Oh dear. How very disappointing. However would he cope?
But there was one other thing before he could do that. Somnus in eternal purgatory was justice, but so long as Bahamut lived, the cycle would only begin anew. Did these people really think he would stop killing mortals and subjugating Caelums just because Ardyn was dead? Please.
No, he would simply have to die. But there were reasons Ardyn hadn't killed him already. Starscourge he may have become, but the Draconian was a presence to himself. With the little Dreamer on his side, however, Ardyn could do it. Had done it. So it only remained to convince her their goals aligned still.
That would be simple enough. She hated Bahamut nearly as much as he did. Future-hypothetical-but-destined-never-to-exist Ardyn had seen to that. And seen to it well. Of course he had. He never did things by halves. Then again, she was a broken little Dreamer with broken little dreams now.
Well. He didn't need her whole anyway. He only needed her full of hatred.
