AN: After SEnix decided to completely forget that they ever released the Omen trailer, I've taken it into my own hands and write a story based around the concept. It was something that should've been an playable AU but what did we get after 10 years? Exactly.

DISCLAIMER: This story takes place during the events of FFXV with elements from the Omen trailer, few changes to Episode Prompto and Episode Ignis with an ending we all wanted.

EDIT I: Reveria's magic = Versus XIII Ravus' magic. You're welcome.

{The absence of noise were her distant song}

She knew he was here, goddammit she could feel his steady heartbeat that echoed through the ominous halls of Zegnautus Keep, but the only thing that was stopping here crushing every single defected MT and ripping every single door from its hinges was the stab wound that bled from her side and underneath her body in a deep crimson. Her brain was shutting down, closing her eyes for just a little while felt like the greatest pleasure, but she didn't track down Prompto back here for nothing. She wasn't going to stop because of an injury she could normally shake off. But it was something about this floating fortress that made her abilities uneasy and hard to reach, even for the Voidwalker herself the beyond was nearly silent, just touching the tips of her fingers.

Baring her teeth she struggled to roll onto her side and had to let out a strangled cry as fiery heat washed through her torso, but she forced herself onto all fours and peeked her head up. She guessed she was lying there for a couple of minutes, but with her head clearing it suddenly felt like half an hour, and the halls were lonely. She just needed one damn MT, just one of those tin can troopers...where was Ardyn's taunting? Surely Noctis was still here working his way up the Keep and Ardyn must still be trying to shake his morale. Just to be sure, she spoke up.

"I know...you're there," she choked, attempting to transfer herself out of her pool of blood to her feet, albeit stumbling just as she found her balance and knocked her back on the closest wall, and her back arched on impact as more agony stung her overworking nerves. "I know you...see me, dammit…"

"Ah, my darling Reveria," his soft voice, distorted by the white noise undertone of the speakers, called out her name as she glared at her surroundings. "I see you're awake. Did you have a good sleep? I gated this section just so the bed bugs didn't bite."

"How very thoughtful," Reveria mocked, her hand firmly clamped around her wound. "Don't think you...can ungate it?"

"And let you walk along and save your friend? Or should I say, boyfriend. I say the two of you have been getting along rather well...almost too well."

"And what's it to you?" She panted, looking up at the speaker above her before pushing herself off the wall and finally limping down the corridor. "You sound jealous. Don't tell me...the Chancellor of Niflheim is jealous. Save it for...someone who actually cares..."

"Spare me your empty humour, Reveria," he silenced her. "I'll help you find your dear Prompto, I'll open every door that will lead you to him. But in return," She was just about to press her palm in defeat on the wall until it slid aside and her instincts made her leap back in defense, the awkward swing of the rouge magitek trooper so very close to hacking off her right arm. "You follow my rules. Now now, be a good dear and surrender yourself to death."

That was it. She smirked underneath her pain and simply said, "I am death." With all the strength she gathered Reveria summoned a floating sword that sliced through the trooper's wielding arm, the sword instantly vanishing once it has completed its move, and she blurred through space to latch onto its helmet and slam it as hard as she could into the ground. Of course it died on impact, and her entire right side was on fire, but she was searching for something amongst the thick black smoke that arose from its dematerialising body. Just had to...there. Violet light rippled on her body and she exhaled, getting off her knees and dusting her clothes off. "Surprised?" she smirked, bringing out her arms and opening her palms, and a black and golden hilt appeared in each hand in a shudder of glassy dust. "You should be. Not even my own sister knows I'm capable of what you've just witnessed." The hilts were discarded of in the same shudder and, with the wound very close to nonexistent, she moved.

"I see the dog has learnt some new tricks," he insulted her, his voice less appeasing and more spiteful, but she didn't care as she was running her way through Zegnautus Keep and making sure to despatch of any MTs with a deadly swiftness. "Your dear boyfriend isn't the only one with skeletons in his closet, now is he?"

"You referring to me, sweetheart?" Reveria called out to Ardyn, a massive grin on her face as she kicked a faulty rouge MT, that kept watching her every move out of instinct, out of the way. "I mean, I have nothing to hide. But, being a constant part of the Void, I know you do...I know why you seek Noctis, why you're driving him to the Crystal. The Bladekeeper himself told me; it's the reason King Regis gave me the mission in the first place." Silence. "Yeah. I guess he's got more than a few, but not so much as a cemetery in yours, Izunia." He stopped answering her back completely, she knew her words would've pulled way too many strings for him to answer, and she wasn't stupid. Yeah, taking the Crystal meant the imminent destruction of the Old Wall and the invasion of Insomnia that burned the city to a corpse, but she also knew that Ardyn was the Lost King of Lucis. History like that never went unnoticed by the Voidwalker, someone so interconnected to the astralplane with her thoughts etched with the voices of the Draconian and of the Crystal. A shame she couldn't actually control time, otherwise Prompto, Ignis and Noctis wouldn't be in this mess, Ardyn wouldn't have existed and the Starscourge wouldn't have infected Eos.

But there she was, opening a door with the use of a key card she found on her way to the top floor that she summoned between her index and middle finger, and held her breath to brace her will for what she was about to confront in this room. She exhaled, please be in here Prom, please be in here, please...Reveria rushed towards him in a bout of desperate relief, tears she never knew were there falling down her bruised cheeks as she embraced his hanging body, suspended by a metal contraption. "Prompto, hey Prom.." she whispered, shaking his head lightly. "Prom, it's me. Prom, it's Rev...please open your eyes…" And he did, eventually, but it wasn't the look she was expecting. The usual smiling ball of sunshine had something dark brimming at his crystal hues, so dark that Reveria actually stepped back once in fear.

"Don't touch me," he spoke coldly, disgust in his voice as if he wanted to spit out his words. "I'm sick of hearing your lies. But you can't trick me Ardyn, not anymore."

Her face relaxed in shock. Ardyn? Why was he saying Ardyn's name? No...Ardyn was using his disturbing control over hallucinations to try and break Prompto, break her boyfriend. "No, Prompto, it's Rev, it's not Ardyn, look," she brought her left hand up and gestured to the silver gauntlet, "Remember what this is? Remember why I have it?"

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"

"Prompto, please!" she pleaded, cupping the nape of his neck with both hands again despite his attempt to move away from her. "It's me! Whatever Ardyn has shown you here, it wasn't me. It was never me! I've come to get you out…" When Reveria realised her words weren't reaching his ears she stared straight into his eyes, and her heart began to race. They...they weren't blue anymore, the usual glassy sapphires. They were a blood red, singing with a power she couldn't comprehend. No...he was getting mad. The last time his eyes were like that he…

She didn't think when she met his lips, her initial intention to stop him from getting angry, but as she felt Prompto melt into it she just wanted him to understand she was the real Reveria. The Reveria that trekked how many miles to find him again on Noctis's request. "I'm sorry," she muttered against his lips and pulled away to caress his cheeks. "I won't hurt you again, Prom. Now let's get outta here."

It was so quick, so sudden she couldn't stop Ardyn's hands dragging her by the hair and slamming her into the floor. "Rev!" Prompto screamed, helpless to do anything as he watched, in torment, his girlfriend struggling to clear the fog from her mind but reaching out above her in a blind attempt to grasp her bearings and Ardyn simply looking down at her with amusement curling his lips. "Rev, come on! Get up!"

"A shame her powers were only a slither of hope for you, Prompto," the Niflheim Chancellor smirked as he kicked Reveria onto her stomach, reopening the wound she barely stitched together by her magic. "Too bad the Crystal reaches far beyond the immediate bloodline."

"Prom…―to...Noct's coming...he'll be―"

"He is on his way. On his way to meet his so called friend, born a defected MT. Don't you think it's time you used those new-found powers of magitek? I do like a good show." He casually reached down and plucked the Voidwalker off the floor, setting her on his shoulder even if she was still fighting away her fading strength. "Isn't Noctis the reason she's hurt in the first place? If he didn't send Reveria to you, she wouldn't have been sent to her demise." His once aghast eyes relaxed in numb realisation as Ardyn's words twisted his reality; it...it was Noctis's fault, if Reveria was still with him then maybe...maybe none of this would've happened.

Even as Reveria's weak cries of disapproval found his ears, his eyes recalled something and like a wave, the crystal hues blended into blood red, bright as stars.

Noctis, he thought, you killed Reveria. So I kill you.