On Another’s Sorrow

Sequel to Slaughter

 

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal dynamics, they are not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create.

 

Warning: it has to be said . . . . This fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple. Please also note it contains Possible Defiance references.

 

If you choose to avoid any of these things the back button is right there for your use and I hope you find what you are looking for. By continuing and reading you are acknowledging the above information and accepting it.

 

Pairing: Kain/Raziel

 

Rating: NC-17

 

Part: One of Four maybe more.

 

Set: Post Blood Omen Two Pre Soul Reaver 

 

Authoress note: This is a rewrite of the original, mainly due to the huge writers block I hit after I had finally managed to churn out the first chapter. I have been constantly re-reading this and finally decided the only way it was going to go anywhere was if I scrapped it and started again.

 

After such an overwhelming response from all of my reviewers about ‘Slaughter’ I could hardly say no when nearly every single one asked for a sequel.

 

 

 

Chapter One

A perfect World

 

You may have uncovered your past but you know nothing of it

 

Kain: Soul Reaver

 

The heat was almost unbearable; it always was for the weeks around and during the rainy season. The rainy season had passed only days before and the heat was still thick and heavy almost like the air itself held the moisture and not the clouds. But the oppressive heat of the season had not found the basement of the ruined mansion that was still hidden deep in the darkness of the swamps. The burning rays’ of the sun and the moist air had not reached down into the underground to touch pristine skin; only velvet darkness had skimmed over them. They were safe, protected from the day in the darkness yet despite being shielded from the light some ancient and primal instinct told them that the sun was falling from the sky, their time was coming.

 

Raziel groaned quietly, fighting with his own conscious; wanting to fall back into sleep, to stay in the embrace of the day. But it was a pointless battle one he would quickly lose, and lose he did and slowly the fledgling blinked open sleep heavy eyes and found himself face to face with ashen skin. Taking a deep breath through his nose he smiled. The rainy heat made the basement of the ruined mansion muggy and they’d slept here for two nights now, the entire room smelt powerfully of them, it was a very comforting smell. Content he tried to roll intending to get comfortable once more and fall back into sleep; but after a small effort he found he couldn’t move, confused he looked at his position. He’d fallen asleep curled to his father’s side but during the day they had rolled over and shifted about on the mattress they’d dragged down from one of the shattered rooms. His father was on his back, one arm wrapped around his child’s waist; which was what had prevented Raziel moving. Raziel had sprawled across his father, his head resting comfortably on his father’s shoulder.

 

Sleep was suddenly well and truly forgotten, the youth forgetting the warm comfort of sleep in favour of tormenting his father. Raziel grinned and moved a little sprawling himself more so across his still sleeping father’s body and concentrated on increasing his body's weight.

"Un,” Kain groaned after a moment “heavy," he mumbled, the words were hard to decipher from the low groan with which they were spoken; but Raziel had had a lot of practice and he managed. Looking up at his father he saw Kain’s eyes were squeezed closed as if fighting to hold onto sleep. "Gerroff me," Kain mumbled. Enjoying the game far too much, Raziel laughed.  

 

“Nope,” he smirked, getting an even better idea “Never! I am master!" he chortled.

 

Kain cracked one eye open lazily and regarded his child with a mixture of confusion and exhaustion. After a few minuets of this half aware scrutiny Raziel blinked and grinned wider displaying fully grown fangs.

"Oh? You think so?" Kain managed his voice still groggy from sleep. Raziel yelped as he was caught off guard when his father flipped them both over in a flurry of sheets and limbs. He hadn’t expected Kain to do anything, normally it took his father at least half an hour to wake up and start moving.

Despite his hatred of the evenings and the waking up that came with them Kain had managed to move quickly and had successfully pinned his child into the soft mattress they had slept on. Raziel still thrashed despite his predicament. His father held both of his arms above his head with his left hand and he was leaning on Raziel’s right arm. He had trapped his child’s legs with his own, knees outside Raziel’s hips with his ankles crossed back over his calves. Kain grinned at his child from half an inch beyond his nose. Raziel hissed and jerked snapping his teeth closed a hairs breath away from his father’s nose.

"Am I still yours?" Kain asked, his child pouted.

"Yes, as soon as I get . . . free!” Raziel continued to thrash, his father yawned “You're cheating!" Raziel shouted eventually “You’re fatter than me!”

 

“Oh charming,” Kain fell off his child and rolled onto his side, preparing to go back to sleep. Raziel sat up shaking his head; he was silent for a few moments before leaning over and jabbing a newly formed claw onto his father’s shoulder. Inexperience with the sharp points made him break the skin; lapping the droplets of blood away he whined

 

“You’re not going back to sleep,” he leaned back and pressed both hands on Kain’s shoulders and pushed “wake up!” Kain did not respond “wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup,” each word punctuated with a sharp push on his father’s shoulders

 

“Alright!” Kain snapped, arm flying out to clip Raziel “I’m up just . . . just give me a minuet,” sighing loudly Raziel clambered off the mattress, grabbed his clothes and wandered off up the broken stairs.

 

A few nights ago when the rains had eventually stopped Kain had woken him up in the dank little house in Meridian and had claimed it was time they went north.

 

“I will raise others soon,” Kain spoke quietly “but before I do I want to educate you about certain . . . parts of our history,”

 

Raziel was not keen on the idea of the ‘others’ his father spoke of and it angered him that Kain was mentioning them more and more lately. He wasn’t sure exactly where these others would come from or even what they were but from the way Kain spoke of them he had managed to summarise that sometime soon his father would be taken away from him. Kain had laughed when he had confessed this fear to him and had promised that no such thing would happen. But something deep down inside Raziel told him that things would change when the ‘others’ arrived and it would not be a pleasant change. He hissed angrily as he clambered through the broken doorways and shattered corridors, he liked things the way they were, he did not want things to change; he did not want to have to share.

 

Pushing those thoughts deep down into a corner of his mind Raziel wandered into the main hall and glanced up at the only surviving window in the mansion. The window depicted a blue winged figure holding a spear, he was very beautiful in the fledglings eyes. His features seemed firm and imposing but Raziel found them majestic, they spoke of years of hardships and survival. Some of the other windows were still mostly in place but all were broken, many were shattered completely. It was hard to believe his father had lived here once in splendour with a great many other vampires. The mansion was a ruin now, having been destroyed in the last great war. Scraps of burnt carpet littered the floor, most of the top floor was gone, the roof completely destroyed. The walls were burned and many had fallen down, broken statues littered some of the floors, fragments of wings, faces and claws.

 

It was sad.

 

A great loss, the fledgling felt an unusual amount of grief at the loss of the mansion despite never seeing it when it was whole. He did not feel grief for the loss of splendour or for riches but rather for the loss of the race he never knew, the people who he has never seen, the stories he’s never heard.

 

He’d found other drawings in the mansion, on the walls; half burned paintings that showed scenes of carnage and war. The paintings had been done by an ancient vampire called Vorador. Kain had explained a little about Vorador and Raziel understood that the ancient creature had been the owner of the ruined mansion and had been dubbed ‘The father of Vampires’. For some reason Kain found the title amusing. Interested in the ancient Raziel had found the room his father said belonged to Vorador and had searched through it, deeply fascinated by this ancient creature that he had never seen.

 

Rummaging through the half ruined drawings he had found a great many paintings, some of the blue winged creatures, some of the land surrounding the mansion and one caught his eye. It was all that remained of a rough sketch, very simple lines, no paint; obviously the ancient vampire had never got to finish it. What was left of it showed a large chair on which his father was curled, sleeping; a book had fallen to the floor. Kain had sighed and shaken his head when Raziel had shown him the sketch almost as if embarrassed.

 

“If something or someone sat still long enough Vorador would draw them,” Kain explained “despite their protests.” he paused “many protests.”  

 

But despite what Kain had said there were no pictures of any other single vampire and there were quite a few of his father, always sleeping. Kain had obviously not liked to be drawn and Vorador must have had to wait until he slept. So far Raziel’s favourite was of his father’s back; Kain lay on his side on what appeared to be a bed but the top part of the picture was missing so he wasn’t sure if it was a bed or a couch. A sheet had been dropped over his father’s legs and hips but the rest of him was bare at the bottom of the drawing the word ‘scion’ had been crossed out. Raziel had folded the torn picture up and had slipped it into his bag.

 

“Are you hungry?” Kain’s voice suddenly sounded right by his ear making him jump. Raziel yelped and almost leapt away, but a clawed had on his shoulder kept him in place. He stilled catching his breath, feeling the arm on his shoulder slide down till it wrapped about his abdomen holding him against Kain. “Well,” his father pressed “are you hungry?”

 

“Yes” Raziel answered, smiling. He liked hunting in the north; the blood here was thick, rich, full of life and magic. His father had been right, the blood in the city was like water unless you found someone special; some one strong. Kain had explained about the pollution remaining from the glyphs how it thinned the blood, made blood like tears, weak and tasteless. In the north there was no pollution, save from the decay of the land and that was not yet strong enough to affect the blood. Although unless something was done soon all blood would thin, become as water.

 

“Come then,” Kain drew back from his child and taking his arm led him from the ruined mansion.

 

The surrounding swamp was warm with the last of the summer heat dissipating slowly as the moon continued to rise. Raziel walked carefully, placing his feet in the exact same place his father did; he had seen what water did to vampire flesh.

 

 

 

“Be. Careful. Here.” Kain spoke slowly, every word punctuated by a prod to his child’s chest. Raziel laughed at the prods and tried to step backwards, “I’m not joking,” Kain sighed and stood up fully having being leaning over his child “perhaps . . . no,” the master vampire leaned down and scooped his child up in his arms and strode forwards.

 

“Put me down!” Raziel sniggered, unsure why his father was taking so much care. He yelped when Kain made a small jump to an outstanding rock “putmedownputmedownputmedown” the fledgling started squirming

 

“No,” Kain said simply, giving no explanation as to why he was carrying his child through the muggy swamp

 

“Why?” Raziel sighed, he stopped squirming knowing struggling was useless, he might as well enjoy the free lift. He was tired after all.

 

“I don’t trust you not to go paddling,” Kain muttered trying to look at the ground and keep his balance and hold his child and decide where to step next. This was so much easier alone, alone he could have slid into mist form and drifted over the swamp, so much simpler.

 

“Paddling?” Raziel sighed “what’s wrong with paddling?”

 

“It will burn you,” Kain explained making a rather reckless leap to what he assumed was a solid patch of dry land and not just a well disguised puddle. “Water burns vampires like acid.” Unable to see where would be safe to leap to next he placed his child down and tried to think.

 

“This,” Kain announced suddenly, looking out at the swamp “was a stupid idea,”

 

Raziel, curious as to why water would burn him leaned over the edge of the outcropping they were on and glared at the murky, scummy water. It didn’t look hot or acidic; like all young children Raziel has developed the tendency not to listen to good advice, he reaches out.

 

“Are you deaf or stupid?” Kain asks calmly, his hand gripping his child’s wrist

 

“I . . . I just . . .” Raziel trailed off, Kain glared

 

“You want to see what happens?” Kain sounded angry now “can’t just take my word for it?” with that an ashen skinned hand dipped into the foul smelling water. The smell of burning rose up from the water instantly, Raziel watched in horror as the marble like skin on his fathers hand bubbled sickeningly. Panicking he dragged his father back, toppling them both.

 

“Father!” he snapped, sitting up as Kain looked at his badly burnt hand in fascination and mild horror “why did you do that?”

 

“I had to show you,” Kain sat up “or else you would have done something foolish,”

 

“Like sticking my hand in the water!” Raziel demanded and was rewarded by a cuff on the back of his head

 

“You were going to a moment ago,” Kain reminded him. Raziel sighed, knowing he should listen but sometimes . . . sometimes curiosity got the better of him. He looked to his father’s hand; it was still burning a little as the last of the water became steam. Blood covered the melting skin.

 

“Does it hurt?” he asked stupidly, Kain looked at him and raised an eyebrow, before nodding and standing. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his father’s other hand ruffled his hair as Kain looked out across the swamp. He winced suddenly

 

“This” Kain held up his now healing hand “was also very stupid,”

 

 

 

Exiting the swamp was a lot easier than getting in; half way on the way in his father had slapped his head apparently remembering a safer and faster way that the other vampires used to use often. They used that way now and found themselves out of the swamp twice as fast as it took them to get inside.

 

It took Raziel a moment to figure out just why Vorador had made his home in such a place, but it was common sense really, a swamp was the last place anyone expected vampires to be so that’s where they were. He followed his father as Kain lead him towards one of the villages. It didn’t take long for them to find someone.

 

The mortal was to far away; for a moment Kain considered teleporting but his teleport spell was still pathetically weak and might as well not be used. He could jump further than he could teleport, but he had to admit the ability did have its uses, after all one cannot be expected to jump through walls. But for now teleporting would be a waste of energy, he paused thinking. How should he go about this, it wasn’t a matter of could he, not really, killing the mortal was a simple task but there was so many different ways, lightning, incapacitate, slowing time . . . all this choice would surely be the death of him soon. Kain shook his head at his own thoughts, earning a confused glare from his child.

 

Raziel made a strained sound, hunger barley under control. Kain couldn’t help but smirk at his child’s desperation, yet he was slightly impressed at his child’s obedience; despite his hunger Raziel was not disobeying and leaping forwards. Kain decided his child had suffered enough and turned to face the mortal; it was then the mortal moved. From such a distance it could not have spotted them but something told the mortal that they were there. The half dead sixth sense some mortals still possessed could have been the reason for this but it might also have been blind luck. Kain didn’t care. The mortal was but a few feet from the village, despite his speed Kain knew the mortal would reach the village before he reached the mortal. Unless . . . reaching down inside of himself he tapped into the raw magical energy and unleashed a form that was fast enough.

 

Raziel didn’t see his father move; he didn’t see anything except the mortal and he knew he was running towards it. It was a reflex reaction, the mortal ran and he gave chase. He closed the distance with incredible speed but he knew the mortal would make it back to the village before he caught it; a part of his mind that was still thinking and not acting on reflex wondered if this was why his father had been procrastinating. But just before the mortal reached the village Raziel was cheated of his prey by a different cause.

 

Great clawed paws dug deep into the mortal’s chest, the fledgling vampire heard ribs snap under the creature’s weight. It was huge, the size of a small horse but it was not a horse . . . no . . . it was a wolf.  A great white shaggy creature with large dark eyes and long ears that reached straight up; it had a bizarrely intelligent look to it that Raziel thought other smaller wolves lacked. He turned behind him to his father to ask if this creature was dangerous but found his father was gone. Panic snapped to life inside of him, where! Where did Kain go!?!

 

Turning back to the creature on the mortal the fledgling stopped . . .  Kain lent over the body looking up at him. Raziel heard himself make a small sound at the back of his throat, a strangled whine of confusion. Kain laughed.

 

“It’s a lupine form,” Kain laughed quietly “it was common place when I was young, it is stronger, faster and has a lot more endurance than this,” he gestured to his now humane form “now, I thought you were hungry,”

 

After a few moment’s Raziel lifted his head from the corpse and looked at Kain, it took Kain a moment to realise he was being watched but when he did he glanced up at his child.

 

“You were all fluffy,” Raziel smiled widely, blood leaking down his chin, his father just blinked at him, confused.

 

“Yes, well . . . quite,” Kain muttered still confused. Sometimes his child was just . . . odd. The things he would sometimes say, the things he would do. Often on a dull night in Meridian Kain had just sat somewhere and watched his child, amusing himself by entertaining the possibilities of what could happen, both later that night and within the next century. So much potential, he knew already that he had made the right decision when he raised Raziel first; he knew this one would be strong and proud, loyal and obedient. He was in a word perfect. Kain’s thoughts were stopped dead when a warm wet tongue lapped at the blood around his mouth.

 

Affectionate little thing to.

 

“Come,” he pushed his child back enough so he could talk “I want to show you something important,”

 

* * *

 

The pillars were bigger than he could have ever realised.

 

Even broken and black he could understand how they had been worshiped. Even now with them shattered he could feel the power inside of them. He reached out a clawed hand and laid it against one of the fragments, it was cold and rough under his palm; he almost jumped when his father reached over and did the same. He jerked back in surprise, the moment his father had touched the marble, it had seemed to warm, the roughness became smooth and for a split second the black tried to become white.

 

Kain smiled at his child’s startled look. He’d grown used to the reaction the pillars had to him now but he remembered a time when it had frightened him. To everyone else the pillars were dead stone, but to him they became warm, they tried to heal themselves, using his power. If he stayed connected to them to long they would drain him of his power but the fact alone that his touch made them try to heal was another reason he believed he was not meant to be the sacrifice. He had the ability to heal this land, he knew he did, he just . . . just needed time to figure out how. For now however he would claim the land as his own, claim it for vampires. The Serefan would be put down, even if it meant war again. 

 

“Soon,” Kain smiled “we will all stand here and look out at OUR world,” he looked to his child and stopped. Raziel no longer looked in awe at the broken edifices but looked sullen, eyes fixed on the writing on the floor, hands clenched at his sides. “Raziel?”

 

“When you make more,” Raziel breathed quietly “you . . . you won’t want . . . me.” Kain sighed, it was this again. He wasn’t sure why Raziel seemed so determined that when he raised the others that he would no longer care for his first born. But then again it was understandable.

 

“You,” Kain sighed reached out to brush hair from his child’s face “talk an infinite deal of nothing.” his Fledgling looked at him confused “I will not leave you child.” Kain elaborated not knowing how else to put it.

 

Kain stopped and sighed, remembering when those words had been said to him. It was something he would rather not remember but like all bad memories it was one of his most prominent. Sebastian had been badly hurt; the Serefan hunting party had almost killed him. He’d been hunting a village alone, which was foolish; he was beyond lucky his lover had been nearby settling his own bloodlust. Over three nights of rest later the fledgling was still confined to his bed by his sire. Vorador had refused to let Sebastian up until every trace of his wounds had faded; Sebastian had been going wild with boredom so Kain had gone to . . . entertain him.

 

A porcelain hand caressed down the length of Sebastian’s slim body; the fledgling vampire sucked in an unneeded breath at the attention to his once again hardening flesh. Twice already and he was still hungry, he looked up to Kain and instead of a mirrored lust he saw anger. Golden eyes met his and turned red with rage.

"I will make them pay,” Kain hissed, his voice held a barley controlled rage “Pay for your pain, you are the only person I've ever given a damn about and I WILL make them scream for you."

Sebastian felt his eyes close, only half hearing the words as the caresses intensified into near jerking. He thrust his hips hard and fast relishing the pleasure. Reaching up he found Kain’s hair and pulled hard dragging the pale one down for a fervent kiss. He growled when Kain’s fangs cut deeply into his tongue digging his claws into Kain’s hair, and coming forcefully beneath the sheets.

Feeling his pale lover lie next to him, the anger still there Sebastian turned slightly and whispered next to his ear. "When this is all over with, I want you to stay with me; I will not leave you. Nothing will ever change that."

 

Sebastian had lied.

 

But just because Sebastian had lied didn’t mean he had to lie to his child. He would not lie, he had been lied to far too many times before and he would not do that to anyone. When he said he wouldn’t leave it meant he would not leave, it did not mean he wouldn’t leave yet which is what he assumed Sebastian had meant.

 

Yet still, it surprised him just how territorial Raziel seemed to be getting about him, despite the fact that none of the others had yet been raised; Raziel was acting as though they had and were trying to force them apart. Kain had heard when he was human that vampires were by nature very territorial fighting to the death with each other to keep land, lovers and prey but he didn’t remember being at all territorial when he was young. He’d not minded when Sebastian had slept with others, it had never even occurred to him to mind, he’d been to busy doing the same thing. But then again Raziel had already proven just how different the two of them were to each other.

 

He wasn’t sure how he felt about this developing situation, he couldn’t deny it was rather touching and it was at times highly amusing; when Raziel had leapt across the table at a young woman because she’d been staring at HIS father. It hadn’t amused him at the time; in fact he’d been furious but now it made him smile. But then this problem also agitated him, it was almost like his fledgling had stuck a label on him ‘Mine, My sire, My lover, Mine’ he laughed as a strange thought occurred to him. If Raziel ever found a wolf-ish form then no doubt he would pee a circle around him. Kain shook his head, his thoughts were becoming ridiculous.

 

But the situation worried him as well. Soon there would be others, he would raise them and they would be weak, they would cling to him the way Raziel had, would Raziel be jealous? Would he hurt them?  

 

“Father” Raziel leaned forwards burning his face against his father’s throat, Kain realised his mind had been wandering.

 

“I promise you” he breathed bringing his arms around his child “I will always want you”

 

End Chapter One

 

Authoress Note: Please forgive me that this chapter took so long to come out.

 

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