Creation
The final Act
Book Two
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) and a lemon; if this offends or upsets you do
not read this, it that simple.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Raziel/Kain
Setting: post all games
EXPRESS WARNING: Spoilers for all the games.
Summery: An ending is in sight but it is a long way off
and the road leading to it has many twists, turns and hidden dangers.
Authoress note: I decided to make this into a
trilogy, I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing
it. It was fun to write something set after the games, gave me a freedom you
don’t normally get when writing fanfiction. My only question is what the hell I
am going to write next.
Italics
mean either flashbacks or thoughts
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Chapter Eight
“I think
you are right.” The ancient conflict guardian agreed standing, he looked to the
scion “you once belittled us for not fighting to rid the land of the daemons,
well I will prove you wrong, I will fight this creature, I will rid Nosgoth of
its filth and hatred.”
“Dramatic.”
Kain acknowledged “but pointless.” The scion looked around the table, “I’m not
sure another big battle is the right way to deal with this.”
“You want
to collapse another building?” States asked venom in his voice, Kain sighed and
pinched the bridge of his nose,
“Do you
people learn nothing?” Kain asked frowning “you rushed into a battle before and
look what happened.”
“We
banished the Hylden, we achieved our goal they are no longer corrupting
Nosgoth.” Dimension stood and glared at the scion her power cracking in the air
around her
“And got
your entire race cursed, congratulations.” Kain frowned.
“A battle
may be the only way.” Vorador breathed, Kain looked to him “we will need some
thing to keep the surviving daemons busy and the Hylden, and he’s going to have
protection while he is weak, if he is weak.”
“We can
call someone who can tell us truth in this matter.” Dimension spoke softly; the
room fell silent as the ancient guardian reached out with her mind and began to
speak silently into another’s mind.
“This is
ridiculous.” Raziel grumbled slumping down on the table, “no wonder these damn
meetings take so bloody long.” Kain made a disgruntled sound of agreement to
which Vorador reached over and whacked his brother. Kain hissed at his elder
brother but his threat was cut off as Dimension suddenly began speaking to the
room again.
“She will
arrive shortly.” She confirmed “she was lucky and did not suffer attack herself
but she knows of others who did, the human circle have called her for aid
already, she must finish aiding them before she can come to us.”
“Fantastic.”
Kain grumbled
After a
short conversation in which nothing was resolved and Vorador had to literally
bite his tongue to stop himself reaching across the table and throttling his
brother they were interrupted. A small knock on the door announced the arrival
of the Seer. She was covered from neck down by a thin cloak woven from
something Vorador had never seen before. She did not sit when invited but
remained standing and began to speak.
“You have
called me to aid you in you soon to be battle.” She stated
“It will
not be a battle.” Kain said firmly “we need not risk so many of us when it can
be achieved by so few.” He sighed “its
just one Hylden.”
“It’s not
just one Hylden!” Vorador snapped “he will have protection; there will be a
great number.”
“That’s
what the lightening spell is for.” Kain snapped, “Sneak in, remove the guards
around him, kill him and teleport out, it will be easier and safer if I do this
alone.”
“That is
not so Balance.” The seer interrupted the conversation, “for this is not just a
Hylden.”
“Lady?”
States spoke “what do you mean, we have seen him! He is Hylden!” The seer shook
her head.
“It was
the force of destruction,” the Seer answered “but he gave it up for a body.” She
moved further into the room, walking slowly around the table while she spoke.
“What do
you mean?” Vorador asked, the seer smiled at him and turned to look at Kain
while she walked.
“You have
fought this enemy before, do you remember?” she asked
“In
Avernus, it is the same one?” he asked the seer nodded “I had not expected a
return from him/it so soon.” Kain breathed feeling tired.
“It is he
but also not he.” The Seer smirked to herself, Raziel growled under his breath
the way he would when anyone started being abstract in conversation.
“Destruction wished to be able to feel, to lust to want for food, he wanted to
be alive yet immortal and so he gave up life as an abstract concept and became
a God.”
“That
makes no sense.” Raziel sighed leaning his head on the table “how can you just
give up being an abstract concept, does this mean that there’s no force of
destruction anymore?”
“No little
Raziel, it does not.” The Seer answered calmly “when he gave it up another was
created to take his place as there can be no balance unless there are two
weights.”
“Wonderful.”
Kain nodded “so Lady you say we are truly fighting a god this time, not a
daemon.”
“Call him
what you will Scion it matters little,” she shrugged “but know you cannot kill
a God.”
“Wait a
minuet!” Vorador snapped loudly making all present jump “fate said about
Godhood, to remove it we need a sword.” A loud clank and the reaver blade was
place on the table, Vorador frowned “it’s not as . . . . Taken care of as
before.” Kain smiled and shrugged
“It holds
less of an interest for me now.” He answered, Vorador looked a bit disappointed
remembering a time when the blade had never left Kain’s back or hands, always
warmed by the vampires own body heat, now it lay cold propped in a corner most
days, only lifted when curious fledglings asked to see it. Vorador remembered
when Kain had throw a small fit when anyone touched the blade, when Magnus had
lifted it single handedly Kain had broken the poor fledgling’s arm but now he
freely handed the blade around, allowing some of the younger fledglings to spar
with it. A city had been brought to its knees so Kain could reclaim this sword
and now it was simply something used to hold open a door or something occasionally
used to poke a fire.
“I think
after this I should perhaps keep it in the armory or maybe a new place could be
found in one of the new libraries to be built in the restored mansion.” Vorador
pressed lifting the blade running his talons over it, remembering what it had
been like to feel the metal bend in his hands, to give it shape, to know that
this would be the weapon that their savoir would use. Then to see it in the
hands of a pale haired, cocky fledgling after it had been assumed destroyed for
years.
“I didn’t
say I didn’t want MY sword.” Kain huffed “just that I’m not as . . . obsessive
about it now.”
“Excuse me
gentlemen,” the seer regained everyone’s attention, “this,” she lifted the reaver
from Vorador “can be used to remove the godhood and when that is gone he will
simple be another mortal.”
“Mortals
are easy to kill.” Raziel smiled; suddenly the world was looking a whole lot
brighter.
“Yes,”
Kain nodded “but gods don’t tend to let themselves be stabbed.”
“You’re
the one who said he was over confident.” Vorador spoke, the emerald vampire
also like the reaver spirit feeling relieved that at least now there was clear
hope.
“You’re
the one who said he’ll have protection.” Kain growled, his elder brother glared
right back at him for a moment.
“So let us
come with you and act as protection or at least as a diversion, something to
distract this protection he will have while you and Raziel go in to find
him.” Vorador’s confidence seemed to be
growing every moment, now he was willing to challenge Hylden with little pet daemons.
“It’s the
best plan we’ve got.” Raziel said quietly “we need to act quickly before he can
get himself another body.”
* * *
Raziel
swallowed heavily walking back to his room.
They had
finally decided on a course of action, they would attack tomorrow, a great
number of Vorador’s fledglings had already pledged themselves as well as a
surprising number of ancients. It was not going to be easy though, according to
the ancient guardians a great number of daemons had attacked them and had fled
when the word about what had happened at the mansion reached them, so while not
knowing the exact number of the enemy Raziel had a sinking suspicion it was
going to be to many. Not to mention the Hylden could have summoned more daemons;
Demitri seemed to doubt this, as a daemon-speaker as he called them could only
control so many daemons at once and if they lost control then the daemons would
be as much a threat to the Hylden as to the vampires.
Kain had
not been happy about the fact they were simply going to attack head on, he had
voiced his complaint loudly reminding many of what had occurred at
Raziel
turned into the hallway where his room was, he was not happy either; he had
already lost a brother to this, he did not want to lose more. He had a sinking
feeling that taking Dumah into battle was not a good idea, the vampire was a
great warrior something to truly fear on the battle field but at this current
moment in time he was suffering greatly from the loss of his brother and
apparent lover. Raziel wondered briefly why he had never noticed how close
Dumah and Rahab had been, think back now it was quiet obvious but he had been
to wrapped up in his own little universe that revolved around his father to
notice anyone else.
Speaking
of which he hadn’t seen Kain since the meeting ended; it was frustrating to say
the least. His father had been basically comatose for what felt like years when
in reality was only three months. But when he snapped out of his little
‘episode’ the battle was only hours away and Kain had spent those hours
sleeping. Bastard. Raziel shook his head at himself he was being ridiculous; it
was no ones fault he hadn’t had anytime to simply be with his father. But now
they were heading into battle again, battle against a God, a dying God this was
true but a God none the less and death was not . . . impossible.
“Don’t
just hover outside the door.” Kain’s voice came from inside the room snapping
Raziel from his depressing thoughts. The reaver spirit realized he had been
standing with his hand on the door knob; he huffed at himself before opening
the door and entering the room.
Kain was sitting on a small sofa made for a creature with great wings; the back
was low and the seat deep. The scion lounged an empty glass in his hands, the
half empty decanter on the floor, he looked tired.
“Are you
alright?” Raziel asked moving to kneel on the floor, arms resting on the sofa
chin on his arms. Kain looked at his oddly before nodding and looking away,
Raziel felt himself slump a little and turned his head so it was resting on his
arms, he smiled faintly when he felt his fathers claws comb through his hair, a
small affectionate gesture that for some reason Kain did when ever Raziel sat
still long enough. The reaver spirit smiled wider and closed his eyes, he had
missed it.
“I’m fine
child.” Kain answered after a moment, Raziel yawned and felt his father stretch
on the sofa.
It
surprised him a little how simply being near his father completely calmed him,
relaxed him. He looked up, Kain had tilted his head back on the arm rest and
had his eyes closed, Raziel smiled again, his father looked so different now compared
to the evolved form Raziel had grown up with, yet he was of course still the
same. He had always been beautiful but it was just different now, his cheek
bones more prominent, features just shy of being delicate. Raziel yawned again
and nuzzled back down into his own arms, feeling his father’s claws scrape
across his scalp raising all the hair on his body to stand up and making him
shiver. He heard Kain chuckle quietly obviously amused with how such a simple
action on his part affected his child so.
“Dumah is
. . . happy to be fighting tomorrow.” Raziel sighed after a moment; Kain made a
subtle noise of agreement and fell silent. The silence was thick for a while
but it was broken.
“You sound
worried.” Kain said eventually, his tone made Raziel glare.
“Of course
I am worried!” Raziel snapped, getting to his feet he paced to the far wall and
back again before turning and stopping in the middle of the room “we face a God
tomorrow and to get to him we have to get through a force of daemons.”
“We have
done worse.” Kain breathed sitting up “and we were alone last time.”
“I thought
you didn’t want the army behind us?” Raziel frowned, watching as his father
empty the glass of its contents and set it onto the floor.
“I did
not, but I can understand the advantages of having it, I simply did not want to
risk more than was necessary.” Kain smirked at his child and Raziel recognized
the expression and glared harder trying to ignore his body’s reaction to the
thoughts his father was obviously having. “Are you really going to waist time
being stroppy with me or are you going to come back over here.”
“You talk
of me wasting time you were comatose for three whole months. Look at what
you’ve done to me!” Raziel felt the anger start to bleed away, “I fell like a
rubber band stretched till it’s about to snap.”
“Shut up,”
Kain smirked, watching his child fume. “Come. Here.” He spoke firmly but softly
Raziel walked forward into Kain’s outstretched arms and kissed him, tasting the
blood his father had so recently drunk; when one kiss ended it merged into
another one. He could feel his father’s power leaking out, his magic always
‘leaked’ but when his emotions became higher it literally poured from him,
hence why more often than not the windows in Kain’s room were being replaced.
Raziel was pathetically proud of the fact he could make that magic pour faster
simply by touching him. He smiled into the kiss, feeling fangs biting at his
own lips, his father’s obvious need becoming more savage, and his magic filling
the room with pulsating power.
Raziel
sighed appreciatively as the power stroked gently over his skin, raising hairs
on his arms and legs making him shudder, already he could feel his knees
weakening. It had been a depressing amount of time since he’d been able to do
this. He felt power slide under clothing to run along bare skin, he gasped as
Kain pulled back at the same time as power ghosted across his backside.
Soft cool
lips trailed the underside of his jaw and Raziel sighed in response. It felt so
good, so right, he heard his father’s claws going over his shirt, slicing
through the threads that held buttons in place. Raziel loosened the grip he had
on the collar of his father robe and allowed on arm to wrap around his
shoulders while another moved to rest a hand on the small of his fathers back,
digging claws gently into Kain’s skin, feeling the muscle shudder under his
grip, the strength under his hand.
When Kain
dipped his fangs into his child’s veins Raziel’s eyes closed and his knees gave
out; he would have fallen if not for the arms wrapped around his back. Raziel
felt his father smirk against the wound and lift his teeth out of it; Kain
suckled the small wound as it healed, Raziel’s head fell back and his arm
previously gripping his fathers shoulders moved the bury fingers in white hair.
The wound closed completely but Kain’s head did not move from his child’s
throat, his hands pushed the now bottomless shirt from Raziel’s shoulders and
moved down, dragging claws over pale skin, small nipples pebbling under sharp
little claws. Devilishly as his
wandering hand reached his child’s trousers Kain dipped his head and nipped the
one of the abandoned nipples making it bleed, causing Raziel to jump. Hands
pulled at his hair and Kain lifted his head from lapping at the droplets that
bled from his child.
“Get on
the sofa.” Raziel’s voice was rough his eyes barely focusing, the expression
made Kain smirk, and on a whim he obeyed and walked over sitting down, looking
back at Raziel who was kicking trousers from himself.
“You smirk
far too much.” Raziel breathed as he walked over, his voice still rough and trembling
slightly, Kain looked as if he would reply but the words were silenced as
Raziel leaned down, he sealed their mouths together again, one hand gripping
the back of the sofa holding his weight while the other reached down and pulled
the tie that held his fathers robe closed. He moved over his father setting on
his thighs and pushing the robe off his shoulders letting it spread on the sofa
before pressing on said shoulders encouraging his father to lie back and slowly
moved his hands over him.
Kain
stopped thinking about anything at all except the strong fingers that dug into
his muscles, kneading them, before soothingly running over them only to have
the action repeated with sharp little claws. Raziel smiled at Kain’s groan of
pleasure and decided to turn his touch into something much more teasing in an
attempt to arouse the vampire beneath him further. His touch lost its firm
confidence and became softer, brushing over skin, with an occasional scraping
of claws raising goose bumps on his father’s skin. Some places claws dug deep
drawing blood with was lapped at with reverence from now quivering skin, other
places claws simply left red marks not breaking skin. As Raziel lapped gently
as one of the deeper cuts he made Kain swallowed trying to get his pulse to
slow and his mind to work. He was burning and that damn child was tormenting
him deliberately. With a nearly silent sound of determination he pulled his
power back around the two of them, making the air vibrate with the energy, and
pressed it against his child.
Raziel
froze going perfectly still as he felt the energy wrap around him, touching him
places where hands cold not reach. He vague felt his father move beneath him,
pressing up into him, clawed hands moving over his back before running down and
back up his thighs, before gliding back up over his back and over his torso.
The fledgling whimpered as everywhere Kain’s hands went the magic followed
leaving an invisible cool fire running through his
vein like mercury. Raziel could not remember feeling anything like it and
though he was aroused beyond reason his breathing became calm and steady
despite the groans that escaped him.
"What is this?" he breathed feeling his head come to rest on Kain’s
shoulder,
"Just
a bit of magic.” Kain answered “revenge.”
"I feel like I’m going to explode." The fledgling vampire breathed
“but something’s stopping it.” he gasped as he felt a clawed hand settle on his
back and another move lower on his torso heading to where he hurt the most. “No,”
he gasped “please don’t!” Kain stopped at the strange words from his child,
Raziel took a moment but spoke again, his heart starting to hammer again as the
magic cooled a little. “It’s too much, it’s too much.” Kain smirked and somehow
without moving his head from his fathers shoulder Raziel knew he was smirking.
“Ride
it.” Kain answered pressing the cooling fire back against his child who gasped
again
“Please,”
Raziel gasped still unable to open his eyes “it’s to much, finish it.”
Taking
pity Kain used his hands to position Raziel over his straining member, and with
a few firm twists of his fingers inside his child he readied him, teasing still
he kept his touch away from his child’s prostate, enjoying the half silent
whimpers Raziel made, even without words begging. After a moment Kain’s fingers
wrapped around the base of his own arousal and steered it inside Raziel as his child
and lover pressed downwards and soon he was wrapped inside warm clenching
flesh.
Twin groans issued from them as Raziel accepted his father inside of him. Kain
stilled gripping Raziel’s hips to keep him from moving, for both their sakes.
Raziel seemed to use the time to recover himself as the magic depleted back
into the rest of the room. He managed to lift his head and slowly lifted the
rest of himself. Enjoying the groan his father tried to keep inside at his
movement. He could still feel the magic in the air and could see the glass in
the mirror cracking slightly. With careful movements he guided his father’s
hands away from his hips down to his thighs.
“Let me.”
He said quietly, at a small nod from Kain he began to move.
He had
missed this, it hadn’t been on his mind much when his father had been comatose
as worry had filled him but now feeling filled for the first time in three
months he realized just how much he missed and needed this. Rising and falling
at a growing pace he looked down at his father Kain’s head was back and his
eyes closed his claws digging into his child’s thighs, Raziel smirked to
himself it seemed he wasn’t the only one who needed this. They stayed like that
for a little time before Raziel’s movements became shaky and Kain’s hands moved
up to his hips and he started moving with his child. They moved against each
other until Kain cried out, coming inside of his lover as he gripped the back
of the sofa, splintering the wood as he came. Raziel followed clenching his
jaws to prevent any sound escaping as he found his release.
Raziel
collapsed down onto his father’s chest; he settled himself comfortably against
his lover’s chest and closed his eyes, feeling his body calm itself. Long
fingered hands wrapped around his sturdy frame, holding him close, one burring
itself in his hair another resting on his back as Kain to waited for his body
to calm itself.
“My back
hurts.” Kain said randomly after a few moments, “this couch was not built for
sex.”
“I doubt
it was.” Raziel agreed smiling and letting a hand trail down his father’s torso
absently tweaking a nipple on the way down. “I like improvising.”
“I had . .
.” Kain’s answer was broken when Raziel buried his face in his throat and
nipped hard “I had noticed.” The ashen vampire said as his child licked
previously abused spot. He tilted his head offering his throat to his lover but
the offer was refused and instead Raziel leaned up and kissed his father. It
started slow but became passionate quickly, and soon between loving touches and
passionate kisses they were both visibly aroused again.
“We need to get to the bed,” Kain said decisively as Raziel nodded and slowly
climbed off of him, reaching down to pull his father with him.
End chapter
Authoress note: Woo lemon at last, you know this
is the first one for this final part of the trilogy, bloody hell. I’m not as
perverted as I thought I was.
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