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 me.” from Sebastian. The Reaver spirit slid back the beaten gold lock and opened the door to the two fledglings waiting impatiently in the hallway. He blinked hard at Sebastian and Magnus who seemed to be somewhat damp.

 

“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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