Moths

 

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 (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

 

Rating: M

 

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

 

Setting: post Blood omen 2 pre Soul Reaver one. In the time of the clans.

 

Italics mean flashback.

 

Authoress note: A random idea that’s been floating around for a really long time finally made itself into a ficlet.

 

Enjoy.

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Chapter one

{Raziel}

 

He was dreaming he supposed.

 

Raziel hated it when he knew he was dreaming. He had heard others speak of knowing when they dreamt and being able to control it, they could fly if they choose to, or swim down into the darkest ocean and not become burnt by the water. But Raziel often found he had no such control over his dreams. Instead he felt like a prisoner in his own mind. Able to see and hear what was happening in the dream but not influence it in any way.

 

Rahab had listened to him speak on this topic before and had in his infinite boredom and slight pity for his somewhat disgruntled older sibling, done some research on the subject. The younger vampire had found a great many books relating to the idea of visions. It was the only alternative that Rahab could come up with, the idea that perhaps Raziel did not dream but instead had visions of the future or past or even the present.

 

This dream was cold. Unusually cold, and he hated it. It was dark and for some unknown reason he got the feeling he was in water. He was thankful it did not burn him, but still found that he disliked the feeling of dislocation, of lacking control. He could see something strange, it was immense. A great foul creature of many limbs but he could not see the actual body, instead it just seemed like it was made from its limbs. He was unsure why but at the sight of it a great cold dread filled him. This thing, this creature made him sick to his stomach and he had no idea why, but he had a strange subtle feeling of knowing, he recognised this monster.

 

He watched the strange creature for a moment as if waiting for it to speak. Could it even speak? He wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt like it should be able to. He almost leapt from his skin when the soul reaver came down hard and fast on a limb next to him. He let out a sound that he would never admit to in his shock and took a few rapid steps back. Kain was here, and he was angry, that much was clear. He was speaking but Raziel could not make out the words, speaking to the strange monster. It must have spoken back despite Raziel not being able to understand because Kain smiled. It was the awful smile he reserved for those he truly hated, those he was going to hurt. Raziel had only seen him use it a few times in the past, usually against those who had betrayed them or those who had hurt one of his blood.

 

The words were short and there was a fight. The fight was short and brutal, he lost count of the times he saw his father thrown into a broken wall, the sickening crunches as bones broke and healed. The awful sound of the reaver screaming as it cut into blubbery skin and green blood issued forth. Disgusting as the battle was Raziel was glad it did not last long; the building around them was falling, the immense creature bringing it down around them. Kain leapt and Raziel felt himself pulled upwards along with his father for which he was grateful, he did not want to remain with that creature as it was buried.

 

There were words again, but Raziel could not hear them. So he ignored them and looked around, there were painting on the walls, strange ones and he found himself feeling even more confused, where the hell were they? Kain turned to leave and with a sigh he followed his father as he left the odd room. They walked for a time, over stones covered with snow and into another building, this place was strange, like one of the clan holdings but not one Raziel recognised. A citadel perhaps. They entered a new building, Kain sliding through the bars in his mist form and Raziel simply walking, this was a dream for him after all. They walked up stairs and into a large, bare circular room.

 

“This place is really boring.” He muttered to no one in particular. Then he blanched, “what are the . . .wait.” the pillars were not far away, but there was no sanctuary, the land was green and there were tiny birds in the sky, not the usual scavenger ravens he was so used to. Did that mean they were in Nosgoth’s past? But Kain was still Kain, he was evolved, he was no fledgling. What on Nosgoth was going on?

 

“I hope you understand this, because I have no clue.” He muttered to his father, watching as Kain stopped by a huge hole in the wall.

 

Then he just sat. Raziel blinked, confused, why would Kain be fighting such a thing and where was he. Briefly the fledgling looked around for himself wondering why Kain would have to fight such a monster alone, surely he would not have let his father do something so foolish. But then Kain had come out of it alive, but still Raziel wondered where he was.  A sharp clang brought him out of his wonderings as the reaver fell to the floor. Kain’s reaction surprised Raziel, he had seen Kain drop the damn thing many times, never before had Kain looked so appalled with himself, you would have thought he had dropped a child. 

 

With a strange sigh Raziel walked to his father and sat with him, legs dangling off from the edge of the broken building they resided in. It was a confusing place, and in the distance the pillars were smoking. Raziel shook his head not even attempting to understand what he was looking at. He glanced instead at his father, for someone who had just harmed something he seemed to hate greatly Kain did not look pleased with himself in the slightest. Raziel snorted, it was odd, usually his father got that rather superior ‘I’m so pleased with myself, cause I’m so much better than you’ expression at the drop of a hat, why now then did he look so melancholy.

 

They sat like that, in silence for a while, for Raziel had learned long, long ago that he could never influence dreams let alone speak to someone in them. The silence was not uncomfortable, but there was a weight to it that he did not understand. A weight he did not like. It felt like some one had died, but looking around Raziel could not even hazard a guess who, everyone was gone, Kain was completely alone. But just because he was alone didn’t mean everyone else was dead . . . did it?

 

“Come Raziel.” Kain spoke softly getting to his feet, Raziel blinked and rubbernecked back to his father.

 

“Father?” he breathed, thinking for a moment that Kain could see him, but no, Kain didn’t even glance in his direction. Raziel frowned looking rapidly around the strange chamber they were in, he could see no one, hear no one approaching, so what in the blazes was Kain talking to him for?

 

“We’ll have to do something, I suppose.” And with those words his father erupted in a cloud of bats and fled the ruined building, leaving his child behind.

 

 

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“Raziel?” there was movement beside him; someone was pulling at his hair “Raziel?”

 

“Leave him be.” The slightly amused voice of his father muttered

 

“But he moved!” the first voice muttered “oi!” he felt himself get hit and at that exact time he recognised Turel’s voice. Typical, just typical, he was nice and warm, and comfortable, the scent of his father was strong and he dimly remembered falling asleep at the sanctuary; so he guessed he was in Kain’s bed and here was Turel. Here to ruin it all. Raziel had never quiet gotten over the idea that his younger sibling was born simply to ruin his life.

 

“I brought you here to tech you, not to let you poke your brother.” Kain chided but in all honesty he didn’t sound that interested.

 

“I am not poking him father,” Turel muttered “I am investigating.” Raziel could almost hear Kain blink at Turel; he knew the exact expression the elder would have, one of mild disinterest and impatience. He heard Kain sigh and something heavy was put down. The bed moved and he assumed that Turel had just stood up.

 

“Do you understand? Kain asked quietly

 

“I think so father.” Turel answered, not sounding cocky now at all “but it does seem unsettling that we would do such a thing.” Raziel heard movement and the soft sound of claws in hair.

 

“Do not worry child,” Kain’s voice was still soft “I will come to you when it is your time to change,” the ‘I will look after you,’ went unspoken. There was a quiet muttering and move movement, then Raziel heard the door close and he risked opening his eyes. They were heavy and his vision was poor.

 

“Fa . . .” he tried to speak but his voice was ruined from the long sleep.

 

“You’re not truly dead then.” Kain smirked at his child and moved to him. “See you should listen to me more, I told you that you would survive.”

 

Briefly Raziel saw a flash of his dream, in the strange Nosgoth, of past greenery but evolved vampires and his absence and wondered if he really would survive.

 

 

End Chapter

 

Authoress note: ok this damn fic is growing out of control, it was only meant to be three damn chapters long! *kicks fic* damn you! You’re the reason I’m not getting my dissertation finished!

 

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