Fragility

 

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.

 

Warning: this fic contains YAOI REFRENCES (GuyXGuy) if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it that simple.

 

Rating: PG-13 sexual references

 

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

 

Setting: Post Blood Omen Two, Pre Soul Reaver.  

 

Summery: Kain contemplates his children’s fates and whether or not he should act to interfere or let time be.

 

Authoress note: *wails* I don’t know why this happened it just did you HAVE to believe me!!

 

 

Epilogue

 

{Kain}

 

He had collapsed when we had crossed the bridge.

 

Melchiah now rests in my own chambers in the sanctuary and I find myself keeping watch, even although I know there is nothing in this place that could harm him. My room is cool and dark; it is refreshing to be back here, after so long in Moebius’ caves this place brings me peace. It is safe here and everything is good, it may not always be so but for now things are good. We are alone here now, Raziel having left for Melchiah’s territory with the intention of informing them of their Lords wellbeing. No doubt he will get tied up in the aftermath of the skirmish, I find myself smirking at the thought, my eldest often means well, but more than likely some catastrophe will occur because of his intervention.  

 

“Father?” I glance down to see dull half open eyes trying to focus on me,

 

“Melchiah.” I answer, the answer was unneeded since even if he could not see me, he would more than likely be able to smell me here, or hear my breath but the answer is a reaction. As is the hand I lower resting my claws gently on his scalp, a small comfort.

 

“Where?” he asks trying to sit up, I exert a little pressure onto him to keep him lying down, foolish child should rest.

 

“You are in the sanctuary.” I sigh as he continues to try and rise “be still.” My words are quiet but hard and he obeys “you are not hurt but you are tired.”

 

“yes.” He breathes, the words quieter than my own “I fell.”

 

“You did.” I nod, he looks at me then and he appears grief stricken, as if the world had ended around him leaving him alone. “You got back up though.” I mumbled feeling odd; I have never been one for verbal comfort. He nods but still seems unhappy, I say nothing.

 

It has been hard today, and much has happened. Not only have I threatened our alliance with the mortals by destroying their priestess, but I have caused a fundamental change within myself. Melchiah did fall and he did rise back up, he fought for himself and his children. How can I expect others to act as he did when I question such actions in myself.

 

I have made my decision. I will allow fate to continue, I will not destroy my children to simply prevent an unpleasant fate, for it is though hardship and struggle that we percive the greatest things. Only when faced with true struggle can we be noble. I shake my head at the strange logic, by allowing my youngest most compassionate child to devolve into something that would give grown men nightmares I am in effect helping him become something grand and noble. It makes no sense even to me but yet it feels right. I will not give up on him, I will help him instead.

 

I stand from my chair beside the bed and sit on the mattress, closer to my youngest. He does not meet my gaze but he moves closer to me. Settling himself around me, I find myself smiling and allow him to rest against me. It strikes me then that I have done the right thing. Even if fate cannot be changed and he is to become the deplorable monster that I have glimpsed, it matters little. For Melchiah and the rest of my children the future is less important than now.

 

I am glad to see him live.

 

I will save him.

 

* * *

 

 

{Two Years Later}

 

I have returned yet again to this place.

 

Once again I find myself morning the monsters that once plagued the hallways and passages of these caves at least it gave me something to think about, it is after all difficult to concentrate on ones problems when a twisted creature is trying to rip ones face off. The room in which I first found Moebius is where I find myself now, it is plain and cold and I am frustrated.

 

Frustration, a deep chronic sense or state of insecurity and dissatisfaction arising from unresolved problems. It is definitions like that that do not do a word justice. I want to kill something, anything. I want to lift it from its life and tear it to shreds. I am well aware that my anger is not helpful in this particular situation but Nosgoth be damned there’s not an awful lot else I can do. In my anger I lash out, kicking out at the nearest thing, my kick connects with the small cauldron Moebius set up in the center of the room. The entire mountain shakes and I find myself cursing my temper and being somewhat confused at how kicking over a simple construct has caused the mountain to crumble. But I am mistaken, the mountain is not crumbling around me, the room is changing. The walls grumble and twist, poorly painted images twisting around and showing a walkway. I approach slowly and scent the air, the magic down here thrums against me senses and I find myself laughing, so this was how Moebius did it.

 

Some times ones temper can be useful.

 

End Fic.

 

Authoress note: well the fic was pointless, not much of a plot but it was fun to write and I enjoied it ^_^

 

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