Bricks and Mortar
Disclaimer: Legacy of
Kain belongs to Edios and
Rating: PG-13
Part: One of One
Set: During
Authoress note: Woo
Raziel’s back in my head . . . I had forgotten he was a whiny $%£”*^$
For all my
reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time
ago.
Bricks and Mortar
{Raziel}
It was
just a building yet I was fearful of it.
Vorador’s
mansion, I have been here before, it was always a grand building even now that
it is breaking apart it is still grand. So much history had happened in this
place, yet very little of that history was monumental. I can not think of one
large dramatic event that had occurred here. It was a home not a stage, a home
to so many. Vorador built it and raised many here; Janos Audron once walked
these hallways and was now entombed in the gardens. And Kain grew up here, Kain
who’s blood was now on my hands. It feels like I left
only moments ago and not long enough for something
truly monumental to happen and yet it has.
Two more
of my ‘family’ are dead.
I had
never given Turel much thought after my resurrection; after the death of Dumah
Kain’s scent had been strong on the wind and had blown any thoughts of revenge
on my last remaining sibling away. Then since the first fall through time I
must admit that he had not crossed my mind until I found him in Avernus. Now he
had fallen, and strangely enough I had found myself hesitating to destroy him,
odd considering the anger I bore him and the little trouble I had had when
killing his mortal self. But then the reaver had held me in thrall, and Janos’
demise had made my blood boil.
Kain’s
death had surprised me.
For so
long I told myself that I was hunting Kain and that when I eventually caught up
to him I would kill him. But it had never truly felt real, never felt like it
would ever actually happen, after all Kain was so . . . well he was Kain. I doubt I had never really
believed I would destroy him. I was like the mouse after the cat all I could
hope for was to give him indigestion. But then he had never truly tried to
destroy me either.
What were
we doing then if not trying to cause each others destruction?
I had so
many chances to destroy him yet only twice had I raised my hand. Only once his
blood had fallen, it had fallen on the floor of the sanctuary of the clans, but
the cut had been shallow and had taken only moments to heal.
He had not
bled in the chloroplast chamber only laughed. Then at the pillars he had stood
with his back to me, aware of my presence but for the entire world he seemed defenceless
to me. I had lowered my weapon quickly, despite knowing that Kain was never
truly defenceless. He had fallen before me in the serefan stronghold, but he
had done so willingly and I had not struck at him despite being pushed by fate
to do so. He had later saved me from fate, the reason for which was still
unclear to me especially considering his fate at my hands on our last meeting.
Our last
meeting. He had stood before me clearly aware of my madness yet still he had
tried to reason with me. I had never once thought him stupid till he had tried
to do that. He had paid for his
stupidity wit his blood.
Vorador’s
mansion is smouldering as I entered.
Moebius
was waiting with words that should not have fazed me but still I find myself
questioning what I have done. It does not take long to deal with Moebius’ thugs
and I leave the torched library. The building is devastated, wallpaper torn,
windows smashed and carpet torn and burnt. Yet despite the destruction the
building still held the sense of grandeur.
Many of
the walls seemed to remain standing by force of will alone, the ceiling
trembling with the effort to remain up. The torn carpets quivered under my
claws. A few paintings remained on the walls somehow, and all the tapestries
had fallen. Bit by bit the mansion was crumbling under the assault of Moebius’
thugs with the strange chemical fire. The walls that had not been ravaged by
the strange fire held the weight of centuries, the rooms that had not yet been
pillaged were worn despite their freedom from the thugs, having to bear the
footsteps of undead, of sharp talons and slithering shadows.
There was
energy here. In this place that had played home to the most powerful vampires
in Nosgoth. Vorador had once walked these halls, emerald talons tearing at the
rich carpet, Janos Audron had once flown into the library, blackened feathers
falling to litter the floor and shelves and even fledgling Kain had torn his
own way through here, spilling blood onto the carpets, blood of fledglings and
blood of the scion. Yes this place had a strong energy.
I could
feel it, stronger whenever I brushed against a wall or paused to figuratively
catch my breath, leaning on a cracked pillar or broken chair. It was like a
pulse, I could feel it coming up from the carpets through my own talons and
into me. Yes this place was alive and now it was dying. The garden remained
untouched and as I landed on the soft grass I turned to look at the shell of
the mansion, the home of the vampires. Yes it was dying.
But what
was I talking about, for after all …
It was all
bricks and mortar.
End ficlet
Authoress note: I’m not even sure what this is
about lol.
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