Insomnia thrived mostly during the day, at night, there was still some hustle, but it was much calmer, and keeping the peace was far more manageable. King Regis had extended a warm welcome to the young vampire and provided room, board, and secrecy. Sora didn't much care for the secrecy part, but he did his best to keep himself as hidden as much as he could. Of course, raised suspicions filtered throughout the citadel. Whispers extended on the legitimacy of the child's parents, was this a bastard son of Regis, or was this Cor's secret son?
Even further, there were musings on whether the child came from across enemy lines. Was this mysterious child a captive prisoner? Rumors and whispers would continue to go unanswered. Even Prince Noctis knows only some truth, but not all of it.
Regis, however, knew it all as Cor confined in him the findings of the child born from an egg. Through Cor and Sora's travels back to the crown city Insomnia, it was soon abundantly clear the daemons did not have any interest in Sora either. They would surpass him in the fights and go straight for Cor. Regis wondered on the properties of this vampire child if he was indeed a fabled beast, or was he a different type of daemon? Months have passed since Sora was admitted into the citadel. Months in which Sora was studied, spoken to, even humanely experimented on in the form of external stimulation: mostly to do with memory retrieval. Sora's memory was still as foggy about his past as it was when he woke, but his new memories were strong, and his recollection was as common as anyone else's. Nothing notable, at least, with his ability to recollect memories from the time he woke.
The village who had lost their prophet-son had been quiet for all this time. However, the town had not forgotten the immortal child - nor the man who stole Sora.
It was dusk, the sun was well on its way down, and the weather was a pleasant warmth. Cor is stationed in the citadel, specifically his office. The king's guards made their rounds with a familiar echo with each step they took in unison through their patrol. An unexpected rush of feet broke across the steady sound of the patrolmen's footsteps. The feet made long strides, and their boots squeaked across the slick floor as they turn toward Cor's office. A heavy hand came hard and heavy on Cor's wooden door. "Sir!" A familiar voice of one Nyx Ulric filters through the wood. "Cor!?"
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Even further, there were musings on whether the child came from across enemy lines. Was this mysterious child a captive prisoner? Rumors and whispers would continue to go unanswered. Even Prince Noctis knows only some truth, but not all of it.
Regis, however, knew it all as Cor confined in him the findings of the child born from an egg. Through Cor and Sora's travels back to the crown city Insomnia, it was soon abundantly clear the daemons did not have any interest in Sora either. They would surpass him in the fights and go straight for Cor. Regis wondered on the properties of this vampire child if he was indeed a fabled beast, or was he a different type of daemon? Months have passed since Sora was admitted into the citadel. Months in which Sora was studied, spoken to, even humanely experimented on in the form of external stimulation: mostly to do with memory retrieval. Sora's memory was still as foggy about his past as it was when he woke, but his new memories were strong, and his recollection was as common as anyone else's. Nothing notable, at least, with his ability to recollect memories from the time he woke.
The village who had lost their prophet-son had been quiet for all this time. However, the town had not forgotten the immortal child - nor the man who stole Sora.
It was dusk, the sun was well on its way down, and the weather was a pleasant warmth. Cor is stationed in the citadel, specifically his office. The king's guards made their rounds with a familiar echo with each step they took in unison through their patrol. An unexpected rush of feet broke across the steady sound of the patrolmen's footsteps. The feet made long strides, and their boots squeaked across the slick floor as they turn toward Cor's office. A heavy hand came hard and heavy on Cor's wooden door. "Sir!" A familiar voice of one Nyx Ulric filters through the wood. "Cor!?"