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 Five
He had
decided to make a move.
He was
growing weary of the north; the cold was eating Him alive. Biting at His
fragile flesh, which in turn was made more fragile by His growth. He had
continued to grow exceptionally fast.
“Raoul.”
He spoke quietly and His guardian came to Him, the creature had healed in the
way all Hylden had, his physical being was much recovered from the ravages of
the dimension they had been trapped in; physically he was strong and powerful
but mentally. He had collapsed mentally, having once been a strong willed
creature his mental collapse was not complete and he would have moments of
clarity but they were rare.
“My God.”
Raoul answered standing next to him and for a moment he was observed.
He should
have taken a body like Raoul’s He decided and maybe when He changed bodies He
would. He compared it to the one he currently inhabited and it was very
different. Raoul was broad while He was slender; Raoul had noticeable muscle
and physical strength while all He had was slight strength and grace. But then
again Raoul was male while He was not.
“Are We
beautiful Raoul?” He asked, Raoul looked at Him and nodded
“You are
the most beautiful I have ever seen my Lord. Others pale beside you.” He spoke,
his voice only trembling a little, his mind it seemed was under his control
today. Raoul knelt before Him lowering his eyes without having to be commanded.
“Would you
take this world for Us, give it to Us whole and uncorrupted. Make it completely
Ours.” He reached out soft delicate hands of the woman He had grown into and
lifting Raoul’s head held it close to him. Raoul’s breath shivered out of him
and He smiled at the reaction.
“Yes my
Lord.” He answered
“Command Our
army.” He spoke letting go of his general’s head letting the large Hylden fall
back. He smiled at Raoul’s expression and raised His arms feeling His power
flow through Him like the blood in His veins. With a little thought He reached
out His power like hands and felt His metaphysical fingertips catch in the
space between the worlds and with a little twist he felt the walls between the
worlds split.
Raoul
watched in horror as a hole large enough for a city to fit through appeared in
the space between him and his God. In this space there was blackness, complete
and utter darkness. Then his God spoke but the words were lost on Raoul who was
holding onto his mentality like a starving man to bread. But something heard
the words for something moved and then through the ‘gateway’ came the daemons,
hundreds upon hundreds of them all moving out of the ‘gateway’ and down the
mountain.
“We will
march upon the vampires.” God spoke loud and clear, Raoul hearing the words
weather he wanted to or not.
* * *
Vorador
had come back in a time that was possibly either late night or early morning.
His movements had woken Raziel who had fallen asleep shortly after his father
had. He was al little surprised at the ease with which he had fallen asleep
considering he and Melchiah had slept the day away.
“Janos
says he can sense something big happening far to the north.” Vorador breathed
when he realized that the reaver spirit was awake.
“We’ll
deal with it later, when we wake up.” Raziel grumbled pulling the sheets up
over his head, curling up to his fathers back.
“Janos is
worried.” Vorador sighed his voice unnaturally calm “he’s near hysterical; he
seems to think something has ripped open the barrier between the words.”
“Huh?”
Raziel sighed and sat up, looking at the emerald skinned vampire he felt dread
grow in his stomach, he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what was wrong with
how Vorador looked but it made him cold.
“I called
a meeting.” Vorador swallowed heavily his voice still to calm. Raziel looked to
Kain or rather the lump in the bed covered by sheets that he knew to be his
father.
“I don’t
want to wake him, he really needs to sleep.” Raziel spoke calmly “But I’ll
come.”
“Don’t
shout.” Vorador said in all seriousness, standing “it has taken me nearly two
hours to calm him down enough for him to speak; I don’t think it will hold but
I don’t want you shouting at him.”
“I will
not shout.” Raziel nodded, knowing now why Vorador looked so strange to him
now, he was frightened. Without another word he pulled clothing on and followed
him out into the hallway.
The
library they were sitting in was one of the older-newer editions built shortly
after the restoration. It faced out onto the front of the mansion looking down
on the courtyard and was relatively small in comparison to some of the others
built later. Around the table sat Vorador and Janos a few select of Vorador’s
children, Umah, Sebastian and Magnus were the only ones Raziel could name; Zephon,
Dumah and Rahab of his own brothers were present as well as himself.
“Turel
said he’d be here.” Rahab said to him as he sat down “where’s father?”
“Sleeping
we left him.” Raziel answered his look daring Rahab to question his words.
Rahab looked for a moment as if he would question but stopping and staying
silent.
“Um . . .”
Umah broke the silence, Raziel smiled a little at her, she was slim and
graceful, strong and usually silent and for a reason he couldn’t quiet find he
liked her.
He had sat
with her a few times and spoke, he had learned of her past with his father
although her memory of it was somewhat fractured, all she really knew was that
she had done something that had really, really, really annoyed Kain and he had
reacted badly. Raziel had laughed off her nervousness and had told her that
before Nosgoth had been healed it had been incredibly easy to anger Kain and
many had suffered as a result, his fathers temper was his worst fault many
would agree. Umah had somehow been comforted by this and had even once so far
managed to have an awkward blundering conversation with Kain that lasted two
minuets and Raziel had needed to stand behind her.
“Sire,”
she tried again to speak “if we are unsure of what Lord Janos felt then perhaps
it would be wisest to send out scouts.” She folded her hands on the table
looking suddenly more in control now that she was on familure territory “we will
know better what to do when we know better what it is we are against.”
“As always
you give wise council.” Vorador nodded “it does seem the only thing we can do
at the moment is try and find out what has ha . . .” he was interrupted by a
knock on the door, but before he could call out an answer the door opened and
Kain walked in. The scion was a mess, his hair tousled from sleep and dressed
only in one of the sheets from the bed which he had wrapped securely around his
waist and held in place himself.
“Kain.”
Raziel spoke frowning, Kain looked to his child and smirked and Raziel swore
the whole table let out a relieved breath at the smirk, it was nice to see the
scion doing something normal and for Kain smirking was very normal. But then
something less normal happened Kain looked awkward, normally full of confidence
the scion fidgeted for a moment before speaking.
“I know
I’m a little . . . nuts at the moment but am I the only person seeing the large
number of daemons outside.” He pointed to the window currently cover by long
velvet drapes. Everyone looked at the scion blankly Kain held up a hand the
other being used to hold the sheet around his waist, his expression one of
defeat “I just want someone else to look, if I’m seeing things that’s fine I’ll
go back to bed and wake up sane but I need someone to tell me this.”
“Surely if
there was an army outside the sentries Vorador placed would have called
warning.” Janos breathed but his hands started shaking.
“Not if
they weren’t alive.” Kain shrugged, his mannerisms suggesting he didn’t believe
his own words about the army. “We did it once,” Kain gestured to his children
“sent some of Zephon’s warriors in first to kill off any who would call a
warning before sending in the full force.”
Zephon looked somewhat pleased that his father remembered this.
“You’re
mad.” Sebastian snapped at Kain “if there was an army we would know.” he looked
around the table for support “we would hear them.” Kain sighed his point
obviously not being understood
“You’re
probably right.” He agreed “but will someone please look.” He laughed a little
“I feel like a five year old asking confirmation that there are no monsters
under the bed.” He turned away from the group as Vorador stood up, someone
snorted.
“It won’t
hurt to make sure.” Vorador snapped pulling open the drapes over the library
window, Rahab and Dumah followed and stared out into darkness. The front of the
mansion was clear, the court yard empty, the grounds silent.
“There’s
nothing there.” Rahab looked to his father frowning, Kain rolled his eyes and
muttered something about being mad under his breath, but then he paused and
looked out into the darkness himself.
“Look into
the swamp.” Kain said, absently pulling the sheet closer around his waist.
“Still
seeing nothing.” Dumah grumbled from the far side of Rahab. “You’re sure this
can’t wait until morning?” he looked to Vorador
“I told
you I was losing it.” Kain held up a hand in defense. Janos stood up from the
table, his hands shaking still; he walked over to the window. Vorador frowned
at him, wonderful now Kain’s fading insanity was going to make Janos paranoid,
just what he needed an insane brother who sees things and a paranoid father who
believes him.
“There is
something out there.” Janos spoke quietly, “I can feel magic,” he looked at
Kain who in turn looked at Vorador; the scion seemed to understand Vorador’s
expression as he turned back to Janos.
“Don’t
listen to
“look.” He
snapped “look at the snow.” Kain jerked his head out of Janos’ grasp and hissed
at the ancient before looking back to the ground between the swamp and the mansion.
He smirked to himself ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut.
“Vorador.”
He called to his brother “how many sentries have you got and where are they.”
“Twelve.”
Vorador answered “and they are on the rooftops we can’t see them from here.”
“None on
the ground.” Kain spoke “no ones been outside since yesterday and it’s been
snowing hard.” Vorador frowned at his brother who shrugged “Raziel told
“Its
covered,” he breathed “in footprints.” Janos nodded to his child before turning
to Kain
“Some thing
is out there but something else is stopping me from seeing it.” Kain frowned for
a moment and dipped his head thinking, then his eyes snapped up and he smiled.
Holding his palm against the freezing glass. Vorador watched as his brother
pushed magic out past the glass and into the swamp, nothing happened and Kain
kept pushing raw magical energy outside.
“What are
you doing?” Dumah looked at his father,
“I’m
trying to do something subtle.” Kain smirked “no point them knowing we know
that they are out there.”
“But I
still see nothing.” Dumah frowned hard at his father. “There’s nothing out
there the footprints could have been made by us.” But as he was speaking Kain stopped pushing
magic outside and smiled at his child before breathing something silently out
into the darkness.
It was as
if someone had pulled a great black blanket back and hidden beneath it was a
small army of daemons.
“Ha! I was
right.” Kain smirked
* * *
“We need
to get out.” Vorador snapped “most here are not fighters.”
“But they
are vampires.” Zephon laughed “all vampires can fight.”
“Not daemons.”
Kain answered, his second youngest looked surprised at his fathers tone of
voice, Kain shrugged at his child “the only time I would ever willingly fight
this many daemons would be if I could surprise them maybe take out a lot of
them at once.”
“There’s
Hylden out there as well.” Demitri sighed; he had joined the meeting shortly
after Kain along with Turel. He two had known about the army without having to
be told.
“Vorador.”
Umah walked back inside, her clothing muddy and torn from her excursion across
the rooftops which were covered in moss and dirt. “I’ve scouted the boundaries
and it seems that there are two groups one at our front and another at our
rear.”
“That’s
not good.” Kain muttered, Umah looked at him as she sat down, the scion noticed
her look and elaborated “daemons are not the brightest creatures; they are
simple animals they wouldn’t have the brains to divide themselves or to wait.”
“Some one
is organizing them.” Raziel breathed
“It will
be the Hylden.” Demitri spoke, “some of us have the ability to control the daemons,
but I don’t understand why they would come here.”
“They hate
us.” Janos breathed, the ancient vampire was a little tense around the Hylden
but less so than he had once been, his anger at them seemed to have died when
he had learned the truth about his God. He felt some small guilt at the Hylden’s
fate considering they had been right but the guilt was small and the anger
still great despite its cause being removed.
“True.”
Demitri nodded knowing the ancient was right “but they don’t know of this
place, the mansion was not built when we were last on this world. Someone must
be helping them, their new God most likely.”
“Great
another mollusk with a god complex.” Kain breathed, Raziel sighed, Kain didn’t seem
to remember his brief and rather pointless confrontation and introduction with
the ‘God’ of the Hylden, and it seems he was to far gone into his own mind when
that happened to remember it.
“It’s not
a mollusk.” Raziel breathed a small smile on his face at his father pet name of
the monstrosity under the pillars.
“So
daemons.” Rahab breathed feeling the conversation was wondering “being
controlled by Hylden.”
“There’s
not many of my people here.” Demitri said slowly “I think they are the ones who
came with Raoul.”
“The
gateway between the Hylden’s dimension and here is not open.” Kain answered
“this new gateway is between here and somewhere else.”
“Um . . .”
Umah opened her mouth to ask but was having trouble
“I can
feel it.” Kain sighed “I’m sure I’ve been over this before; but I can feel . .
.” he was interrupted
“The land
yes you have said, but I didn’t know you could feel that much of it.” She answered, Kain shrugged as he hadn’t
known either before this ‘gate’ had been opened. He wasn’t sure even now how he
knew it was a gate that had been opened but he knew. Janos had taken his
insight badly, it had taken Vorador a while to calm him again but it was
actually Raziel surprisingly who had managed it he had explained to Janos how
before when Nosgoth had been in trouble everyone had been alone and now they
were together so they had an advantage they hadn’t had before.
“Kain and I spent most of the time
trying to kill each other.” Raziel laughed “and we still managed to fix
things.”
“Well they
have to be pretty dumb.” Rahab’s laughter brought Kain out of his thoughts “they
are attacking a vampire strong hold in the middle of the night.” He shrugged
“everyone knows we’re stronger at night.”
“So are
daemons.” Raziel answered, “they like us seem too grown stronger when it’s
darker.”
“Oh
wonderful.” Rahab sank down in his chair, Kain smirked at his son, he had
always thought Rahab a little to quiet a little too withdrawn he had apparently
been quiet wrong as it seemed Rahab had the sharpest tongue of any of his
brood. It was a shame the scion found that he knew so little about his own
children.
“We will
need a distraction.” Vorador sighed, he felt cowardly and he disliked it. “To
get everyone out.”
“I’ll do
it.” Kain sighed “I’m the only one who has the remotest chance of surviving.” There
was no argument although a few looked as though they would have liked to
disagree.
“Once we
get everyone out,” Umah stopped speaking “the mansion will be empty.”
“That’s
the idea.” Kain sighed; he like his brother felt cowardly and hated it.
“Is . . .
is there anyway we could get the daemons to come into the mansion?” Umah asked
looking at Vorador, “we could leave your best fighters here and ambush them, we
might not get them all but we would hurt them.”
“It’s too
much of a risk.” Vorador shook his head “we’d lose too many of you, and if we
lost you we would have no hope for the future,” he stopped “the best course is
to retreat and attack on our own terms.”
“We could
make these our terms.” Raziel snapped “Umah’s idea does have too much risk but it’s
an idea there’s got to be something we can use.”
“We’d need
to take out nearly all of them at once.” Kain looked at his child knowing
Raziel hated this just as much as he did “we’d have to blow up the . . . blow
up the mansion.” The scion froze
“Kain?”
Vorador frowned not liking where this was going.
“We could
do it!” Kain snapped “Umah’s right we could get them all in here but instead of
attacking we could just blow the mansion,”
“How would
we get them in here?” Vorador snapped
“The
distraction.” Zephon answered “we could use the tunnels to sneak most of us
away, leave some of use here and have us all . . . I don’t know bang on the
bloody windows or something lure them in here and then get out through the
tunnels our selves.”
“So while you’re
banging on my windows you expect the daemons not to notice us sneaking away.”
Vorador frowned “it’s a terrible idea!” he snapped
“Not if we
do it right, make it look like we are panicking, preparing for a defense, loud
and desperate it will hold there attention and make us seem desperate they are
more likely to come in for a kill if they think we’re weak and desperate.”
Raziel answered “I’ve seen them before, fought them, they go wild at panic
almost the same as when you’re hurt.”
“What?”
Rahab snapped
“When you
bleed . . . the smell it must be the smell, it drives them crazy.” He smirked
“they might be stronger than us but they are just animals.”
“So we
make a distraction,” Umah leaned forwards, “and we get everyone out save for a
handful who run around making a show of us panicking.” She laughed “we lure
them in then we run and collapse the mansion.”
“Whats to
stop them following you up the tunnels?” Vorador snapped “or running out the
door when the mansion starts to collapse.”
“We block
them, simple.” Kain answered “the last one out the tunnels collapses the
entrance way, we could knock some of those bloody ugly pillars in the court
yard down in-front of the door.”
“But . . .
but how do we collapse the mansion?” Vorador almost whined, Kain smirked at his
brother. It was clear Vorador was less than pleased about blowing up his home.
“You’re
grasping at straws here Vorador.” He patted the elder’s hand “you know I have power
enough to rend this place” the scion laughed a little “Do you remember
meridian.” Vorador actually smiled a little
“You must
have blown up every sizable building in the city.” He laughed a little but it
was weak
“Not all.”
Kain looked almost sad, “someone,” he glared at Umah “dragged me away before I
could destroy the Serefan keep but I did get the industrial quarter, the
eternal prison, the underground facility where they were holding the mass and
the Hylden City.”
“Seers
house,” Vorador smiled “you forgot you burned down her cottage.”
“That
wasn’t me.” Kain tried to look innocent “the Serefan followed me and it was
them, not me who burned that place down,” he smiled a little “you know I asked
her to come with me?”
“No.”
Vorador frowned “but . . .”
“Excuse
me.” Umah clicked her fingers “but we have an army of daemons hiding in our
swamps.”
* * *
Raoul was
smiling.
Vande was
not smiling, he was shaking. He had listened to Raoul when he had told them
that the Hylden would lead the daemons on the march against the vampires and
his stomach had fallen. Raoul had spoken much about how the vampires were not
what they once were they were small now, they had lost their fighting ability
they were weak, Nosgoth was there for the taking easily. But Raoul was not
himself in this land; he seemed each day to lose a little bit more of his mind.
So deep inside Vande questioned what Raoul said, was it true were the vampires
weak now or were they just as terrible as Raoul had once said, were they giant
fire breathing monsters?
Surely if
they were terrible then they would not be panicking as they seemed to be.
End chapter
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