This absolute monstrosity of a mortal had no place on the planet shared with human beings. As foul as his acts and mannerism were, the average would usually assume it was Satan itself making an appearance to show the truth of despair, but it was far from the truth. Noctis was, albeit his horrendous presence, a free man that made each place he roamed shrink back in fear. Little explanation of the devil was uttered from the mouths of those who were unlucky enough to belong to the same area as him, for they strongly believed his hearing went as far as to invade the privacy of their own home.

Summing up everything about him, was it to anyone's surprise that he was brazen enough to thoroughly insult a god like a stray mutt? Maybe to some who were oblivious or unfamiliar, though unlikely so. He stepped over the boundaries of this world, hence your utter disdain for this man. His boldness got him as far as immortality stretched, and you weren't any less blissful to make him indulge in the pure humiliation of this curse. The thrill of the announcement lasted no longer than the short period of a year, before a hard realisation struck him.

His intense pleading was to no avail, echoing in your ear each time he believed it was worth pestering your busy self about. You truly felt a sense of pity spark in your heart after a decade, yet you wouldn't spare him for you have fallen in love, like a blind fool.

The fulfillment you felt whenever he would express happiness was dimmer than the fulfillment from your selfishness and dignity. You praised the fact that you were, too, filled with emotion, even if you could never meet your end. His frustration ran deep since his wish for freedom was never granted, and he hated you for it. Hated.

Striking up conversation again, you knew he would shamelessly beg again near the very end, but in a twist of events, it was worse than that. His soul... Was weakening, thus falling apart. You could make use of your powers, but how can you show such vulnerability to the news?