Creation
The final Act
Book one
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 Four
The heat
was becoming too much to bare, burning heat tearing at him; he was back in the
abyss. Raziel tossed, struggling wanting to be free of the smoldering heat when
he suddenly realized that while the heat was indeed uncomfortable it was
suddenly easing and had stopped hurting him. He looked to his hand which was still
visibly bathed in flame yet his skin remained white and pristine.
He knew
then that he was dreaming.
“Raziel.”
A woman’s voice called to him and he turned unable to stop himself.
He hated her
and he loved her. She was pure and bright, she was everyone’s mother, she was
all that was good in the world and he could not help but love her but by god he
hated her with a fury. She was fate, it was she who calmed to control all that
passed in Nosgoth; he had once thought himself at fates mercy but no more. He
had discovered that fate was not the only creature having effect on Nosgoth in
the cosmos and in fact events were subject to many different forces. Nothing
was set in stone.
“Raziel.”
She spoke again, her voice soft and warm. He glared at her but could not keep
it up and moved his eyes to where the flames crackled around him. The heat had
dimmed further it was no longer causing him discomfort, the flames themselves
becoming smaller and less.
“What do
you want.” The reaver snapped then because he couldn’t help himself he added
“Lady.” She smiled at him and he couldn’t help the feeling of happiness that
grew in him at her smile. He hated her so much that she could do this to him.
“I come to
aid you.” She spoke slowly, her voice sounding more substantial now, clearer,
“you have once again fallen victim to a force you
cannot hope to defeat alone so I offer you aid.”
“How could
you help us Lady?” he asked looking just below her eyes unable to look at the
soft golden gaze. He hated the fact she took his control away, the fact she could
affect what he felt, his very emotions and the fact that it was she who had set
him and his father on their ‘quest’ and had driven him near to madness.
“I have spoken
with a friend of yours, I have told him where a great treasure lies.” She
continued to smile “I have told him where lies the key to restoring Balance.”
Raziel frowned and let out a small huff
“Do you mean
how to fix the pillars or Kain?” Raziel was well aware that many of the
insubstantial entities he seemed to be conversing with on a regular basis now
refused to call Kain Kain, they simply referred to him as Balance. It angered
Raziel a little but then everything seemed to anger him recently. But this
angered him only a little as he found himself often doing the same thing. He
had done so when young also, he found it hard to use his father’s name to him,
often calling him Father or Sire rather than Kain. The only one who seemed able
to actually give Kain his birth name on a regular basis was Vorador.
“I refer
to your father.” Fate spoke and the words cut through Raziel like burning ice,
he looked up at her now able to meet her gaze with his own. She smiled at this.
“it is as before, this is something you nor he can do alone,” her shoulders
dropped a little “normally aid such as this is beyond me but the culprit for
your fathers current state broke many rules to make him thus and so I can break
rules to fix it.”
“You make
no sense.” Raziel looked at her, she rarely made sense
to him as she seemed to be speaking in code. “Why tell me this when you have
given the task of finding this ‘cure’ to another.”
“I have
told this one where to find the treasure but you must be the one to deliver it
to Balance.” She answered Raziel flinched suddenly as the flames leapt up at
him once again bring discomfort and slight fear.
“His name
is Kain.” He shouted over the roar of the flames to the fading image of Fate.
Then because once again he couldn’t stop himself “thank you Lady.”
“You are
most welcome little soul.” Fates voice answered him as the flames blinded him
and he could see no more.
* * *
Raziel was
woken roughly by the sound of some one breaking down the door to his father’s
room. He jerked awake at the banging and almost fell from the bed and it was
only Melchiah’s arm that caught him and saved him from embarrassment. The two
fledglings had sat together late into the dawn and had without words decided to
sleep here but had had the sense of mind to move from the chairs to the bed;
they left their father still in his wolf form ‘sleeping’ by the fading embers
of the fire.
“Raziel!”
the voice of Magnus came over the banging and Raziel glared at the door,
rubbing sleep from his tired eyes
“Please
make him stop.” Melchiah murmured, pulling a pillow
over his head to shut out the noise Magnus was making which he had resumed with
vengeance the pounding shaking the heavy door.
“Alright Magnus
I can hear you!” Raziel yelled “I’m coming.” The banging abruptly stopped
“Well
thank the lord for small mercies.” Sebastian called through the thick wooden door;
Raziel smirked sleepily to himself as he stumbled towards the door hearing the
muttered complaint of “my hand is killing
“What on .
. .” he began but was cut of as Sebastian marched into the room, his temper
simmering close to the surface. It was rare for the fledgling to come near
Raziel having some discomfort being near the reaver spirit but when his temper
was hot he seemed to lose this discomfort much to Magnus’ amusement.
“It
started to snow on the way back.” Sebastian snapped pulling his coat off, he
went to throw it on the ground near the fire but caught sight of the still wolf
formed scion and stopped himself, merely dumping the
garment over one of the chairs. “I forgot he could do that.” Sebastian muttered
looking down at the scion.
“Ah hem.”
Melchiah coughed unsubtly from the bed where he had pulled himself into a
sitting position,
“I’m
sorry.” Magnus began “for the rude awakening but we wanted to come to you
straight away, we just got back.” He paused as if for dramatic effect and
seemed disappointed when no one was amazed.
“That’s
lovely well I’m glad you had such a nice time but we were sleeping and we would
like to get back to it so goodbye.” Raziel spoke charmingly and he literally
pushed the two fledglings towards the door.
“Raziel!”
Magnus snapped twisting away from the reaver spirit “we think we found
something.”
“You think
we found something.” Sebastian corrected moving back into the room and towards
the embers which were now nearly dead. Absently the fledgling lifted a few
pieces of wood from the pile on the hearth and dropped them onto the dying
embers looking briefly to Magnus who sighed and nodded, the fire roared to life
and Sebastian smiled falling back onto his backside in front of the fire.
“Alright.”
Raziel rubbed his eyes again feeling sleep try to creep back into them “what
did you fi . . .” He froze suddenly remembering his dream. Fate had said she
would send someone to retrieve the ‘cure’; Magnus frowned at him noting his
sudden change in expression.
“Are you
alright?” he asked reaching forwards to lay hand on Raziel’s shoulder; Raziel
brushed his hand away and nodded.
“Yes, what
did you find?” He swallowed wondering what this could be. He did not stop to
question his dream, he was getting used to trusting bizarre premonitions, used
to placing hope on the most absurd chance.
“This.”
Magnus reached into one of his coats deep pockets and pulled out something
wrapped in cloth. Raziel frowned and watched as Magnus unwrapped
a small piece of white marble. His hope died instantly in his stomach. He
reached out and lifted the fragment.
“You’re
serious.” Raziel held the small fragment in his hand and looked down in
disgust, this was the cure? This little rock? How on Nosgoth was this supposed
to help?
“It fell
from the pillars.” Magnus spoke seeming not to notice Raziel’s disgruntled
expression. “When Sebastian kicked it.”
The
silence was thick.
“I was annoyed.”
Sebastian muttered absently running cold hands over soft white ears. The great
wolf flicked an ear but other than that had no reaction to what was happening.
“It was
still vandalism.” Magnus smiled at his brother, Sebastian was about to make a
retort but all that came out was a small sound of alarm as a spark came flying
out from the fire. Raziel was ignoring the banter and the sudden activity from
the fire; he walked over to his brother and sat on the bed next to him holding
out the fragment which Melchiah took.
“I was
told this would help him.” He spoke calmly; too calmly Melchiah could hear the
tension under his words and knew that the reaver spirit was trying to hold his
temper.
“What is
going on?” Magnus asked Sebastian crawling closer to the fire, which was now
spitting many sparks at them. Both fledglings jerked
back nearly falling on the scion who remained oblivious.
Raziel
hung his head breathing deeply trying to calm the anger bubbling in his
stomach, she had lied to him, she had told him she would send something that
would help, and she had lied.
“She said
it would help.” He breathed; Melchiah looked at the small stone
“Why would
a piece of stone help us?” Melchiah asked confused, he flinched back when
Raziel snatched it back from him. The look of anger that was rarely absent from
the reaver spirit lately was back with a new fire, he’d raised his hope of
having a way to revive his father from this comatose state he had fallen into
and what had he been given a lump of bloody cold stone. It was useless.
“It wont.”
He hissed and threw the small fragment across the room, it hit a picture frame
and fell down onto the hearth where sparks were now flying fast, the fragment
clattered to a stop an inch away from the damp nose of the wolf formed scion
and for some reason everyone let out a breath they weren’t aware they were
holding.
“Whats
going on?” Sebastian asked feeling a sudden tension in the air that had nothing
to do with Raziel’s anger; it was in fact remarkably similar to the type of
tension that filled the air when Kain let out a small controlled burst of
magic. Magic was in the air.
“I have no
idea.” Magnus admitted, he was about to say something else when the fire
suddenly fell silent, the sparks had stopped; all eyes turned to the fire and
frowned in confusion when a single spark shot forwards, it landed a millimeter
away from the fragment, frowns deepened, and another shot forwards all eyes
followed it as it landed perfectly in the center of the fragment of purified
pillar.
For a
moment the silence was profound but it was broken quickly by Magnus who laughed
quietly.
“I
actually expected something to ha . . .” he was cut of when the fragment turned
the colour of molten and the scions eyes snapped open. Open but unfocused
golden eyes wandered the room for a split second before becoming suddenly focused
on the pillar fragment. There was stillness for another second before the wolf lunged
forwards and snapped up the tiny pillar fragment. Everyone watched unmoving as
the wolf snapped long jaws closed and swallowed the small stone before focused
eyes became suddenly cloudy once more.
It was Magnus
who caught the wolf’s head as it fell down towards the solid hearth. But the
head he laid down on the stone was not that of a wolf but that of a man.
“Does
anyone know what just happened?” Magnus asked lifting the once again humane and
unconscious scion in his arms and moving carefully towards the bed.
“He woke
up.” Sebastian spoke slowly, “he ate the pillar fragment and then passed out
again.”
“Good,
good just glad it wasn’t just me who saw that happen.” Magnus smiled and laid
Kain down on the furs next to his youngest child. Melchiah reached over and
absently moved hair the colour of clean bone away from his fathers closed eyes,
the youngest of Kain’s fledglings flinched when his father jerked at the touch.
Everyone froze, slowly Melchiah raised his hands and brought them together
suddenly making a loud clap, Kain flinched and rolled over, making a small
disgruntled sound.
“I . . . I
think I’ll go get Vorador.” Raziel swallowed hard before fleeing the room in
search of the emerald skinned vampire.
* * *
Warm.
That was
his first thought. It was so warm here and so comfortable. The heat was soft
and not oppressive. And, for the first time in what seemed like eons, he felt rested,
almost peaceful. As if he'd finally gotten something he'd really needed.
Kain woke
up, slowly, and rather enjoyed it.
There were
voices in the warmth, someone was arguing in hushed whispers, well at least
they were being quiet. The scion stretched slowly starting with the tips of his
toes and slowly moving the rest of the way up his body. With a contented sound
he rolled over and was about to go back to sleep when the hushed arguing decided
to get louder.
“You don’t
know that it did anything!” a deep voice was mumbling, Kain recognized Vorador
and smirked into the pillow he was obviously lying on.
“He’s
responsive now!” Raziel’s slightly higher voice snapped back at Vorador
“But not
awake!” Vorador sighed “This is an improvement Raziel but . . .”
“What time
is it.” Kain tried to say but the words came out muffled
probably due to the pillow he had his face buried against. The room fell
completely silent and no one answered so after another moment of waiting Kain sighed
and finally blinked open his eyes and rolled over almost colliding with
Melchiah who was also sat on the bed. “I said what time is it.”
“its . . . just past sun down.” Vorador breathed
It was
then the questions started.
It took a
while before Vorador and the others would leave but with many yawns from the
scion and glares from the reaver spirit they eventually left. Although Vorador
also left promises of checking back in a short while, just to make sure
everything was ok. But for now the scion and the reaver spirit were alone.
"You
haven't been sleeping," Raziel said slowly, wondering briefly how that was
possible, Kain had been comatose and yet he claimed not to have been sleeping,
and he did look like he’d been awake for years, he looked terrible "Or
eating. You look sick.”
“Thank
you.” Kain mumbled into his sheets, the words had a sarcastic bite to them but
he didn’t move away from the hand resting between his shoulder blades. He
smiled slightly when it began to move, long slow motions down his back. “I’m
not a dog.” He breathed half hoping the words wouldn’t be heard, his pride warring
with his need for comfort. Raziel smiled, feeling for the first time in what
felt like an age, at peace. But still something was troubling him slightly.
“What was
happening?” he breathed “if you weren’t sleeping.”
“I’m not
entirely sure.” Kain answered, his voice seemed strange to Raziel, strained in
a similar way to how it was before the aliment had struck him. It worried him;
he jerked when he felt his father shake then stop for a moment before shaking
again, he was trying to hide it.
“Whats
wrong with you?” Raziel said, the softness gone, his voice now strong and firm.
“You have to tell me.” Kain said nothing but stopped shaking, Raziel glared
hard but it was pointless as the scion had his back to him, so he spoke again
“you never tell us the important things! How are we supposed to help if we
don’t know whats wrong with you?” Kain became still for a moment before taking
a deep breath.
“It’s
nothing dangerous.” He said but he had started shaking again and the words had
little effect on his childe “I had forgotten what it was like,” the shaking was
getting worse “I suppose I just got used to it.”
“Speak
plainly.” Raziel snapped, not meaning to make his voice as harsh as it was, but
a light tap on his thigh was all the reprimand he got for his words.
“I can
feel the land.” Kain answered “you know this, you know how closely the land,
the pillars and the guardians are tied, I have told you, the human guardians
have told you, and Janos has told you.” Kain frowned, remembering long ago when
he’d been trying to convince his child that the pillars belonged to vampires,
he had told him what felt like a thousand times and Raziel had not believed,
one word from Janos and Raziel was convinced, it was frustrating to say the
least.
“Yes I
know.” Raziel answered moving closer to his father, running clawed hands
through pristine white hair and over corded shoulders. “so
you can feel . . .”
"It's
-- dying," Kain interrupted, “I can feeel it dying all around me.” He moved
then as if uncomfortable but unsure why. Raziel felt a cold knot tie itself in
his stomach.
"Dying?"
Raziel echoed "What do you mean, dying?"
“Dying,
how else can I say it? I mean Dying.” Kain’s voice had a note of panic and anger
to it now, “I felt it before when that thing was under the pillars but I have
forgotten just what it was like.” He shivered again and for want of something
else to do Raziel kept moving his hand over his father’s shoulders.
“But you
can always feel the land.” Raziel insisted “and parts are always dying its
natural, it’s what living things do, they die.”
“But this
death is not natural; the land is not meant to be dying like this, not this
much, this fast and its panicking, pressing in on me.” He stopped for unneeded
breath "It feels like a trap now. I am trapped inside something that is sickened
and its getting worse its going to sicken and die and I cannot get out. None of
us can."
End chapter
Authoress note: How hard was that . . . very
hard.
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