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 Nine

 

The aerie was as Raziel remembered from the first time he had seen it, it was a ruin, no one had offered to rebuild it and Janos had made no effort to ask anyone; the ancient vampire preferring to live at the mansion now his guardianship of the blade was through. The lake was frozen solid as it had been in the past, during Raziel’s first meeting with the ancient vampire, only now instead of the occasional vampire corpse lay what was left of the Hylden and their daemons.

 

“Well at least he didn’t summon any more.” Vorador breathed, looking over the rows of daemons.

 

The vampires had discussed using stealth to approach the aerie but had decided against it when they remembered that the point of bringing such a number was to draw out Destructions protection and keep them busy somewhere away from the aerie so Kain and Raziel could destroy the Hylden’s new God.

 

“I doubt he has the power at the moment.” Kain answered his expression one of determination. His own and Vorador’s fledglings coupled with a number of the ancient vampires waited behind the four of them, ready to move on their signal. Kain looked to his eldest child then to his brother and sighed. “We always end up doing this.” He breathed

 

“I remember a time when you enjoyed this.” Vorador smirked “and I know that there is a part of you that enjoys it still, I have many a scar thanks to your claws.”

 

“It is different,” Kain smirked “but I will not deny there is a part of me which has missed it, but a bigger part is starting to become tired with it.”

 

“Are we going to fight?” Raziel asked looking up at his father, Kain smirked and nodded turning away from the front line and heading with Raziel into the main body of vampires.

 

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“My lord?” Raoul turned at the voice and saw one he did not recognize. “Why do the vampire leaders turn from us?”

 

“They fear us young one can you not tell, they fear us and they fear our god.” He turned his head to the sky and laughed, raising his voice so all could hear he continued “look as the vampire leaders abandon their people due to their fear! Use their fear of us, of our god to make you strong.” He lurched forwards “to victory For God.” And with those words the Hylden rushed forwards across the frozen lake.

 

Raoul watched as his people advanced, they wanted to make Nosgoth theirs again and they would succeed with him leading them. He turned and looked up to the room where his knew his God was resting. His Lord had ordered him to go and he had gone leaving the strongest of his soldiers to protect his Lord as he changed himself. He would fall asleep as the female and awaken in a new form, the female form would be buried and a new stronger male form would rule them. Raoul had offered himself for the change but his Lord had rejected him, Raoul was not worthy of such an honor.

 

Raoul had vowed he would make himself worthy.

 

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The daemons advancement had been something to watch Vorador noted.

 

The advancement had made him shiver as he remembered old days when open battle had been common place, it had always had this effect on him and that would never change. Kain shared his love of battle despite the Scions reluctance but like Vorador had once learned Kain was learning the value of life, he had already lost one son to this war he did not want to lose another. Vorador turned to look to Melchiah and smiled Kain had little to worry about, for if what Melchiah said was true and he was the weakest he was fierce and brutal on the battlefield, not something to die easily.

 

Sebastian was leading a small group of the daemons into an ambush that had been planted nearer the cliff walls. Vorador smiled at his son to see such a cunning attack, he had taught them well. Zephon and Turel were down there somewhere with the little Hylden Demitri, he had advised against the Hylden youth coming but he had wanted revenge the same as everyone else and Vorador had no right to deny him.

 

He turned and looked out across the main battle that was taking place on the ice, and spotted Kain and Raziel sliding through; they were making progress stopping only occasionally, a small group of vampires around them so every time someone moved to attack part of the group would break off to deal with it. Vorador noted the group was becoming thinner far too soon and nodding to himself he drew his own blade that had not been wetted for many a year and headed down.

 

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Raoul turned as the fledgling vampire fell before him, dust before he hit the frozen ground and saw what he had wanted. White hair disappeared around behind a daemon and Raoul followed

 

“I’m in a hurry.” The scion spoke as if bored, Raoul was confused last time he had seen the vampires scion he had been a wreck, something that would fall easily to his claws but now it seemed composed, strong and . . . fed up! Why didn’t it coward before him? With a sharp cry Raoul lunged forward and felt his claws bite into soft vampire skin, but the scion made no sound and suddenly something struck Raoul knocking him away from the scion.

 

“Dumah?” the scion sounded surprised

 

“Just go!” this bigger vampire shouted and Raoul watched as his prey ran across the ice to where the Hylden’s betrayer was waiting. The bigger vampire was looking at him now, waiting for him to get to his feet.  “My father will kill your God.” The vampire spoke as Raoul found his balance again “and my brother will help him, I however will kill you, as you killed one dear to me.” Raoul had time only to brace himself as the larger vampire lunged towards him.

 

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The aerie was silent as was hoped.

 

Only a few remained to guard their God and Raziel was silent, they were dead before they had realized they were under attack. Kain couldn’t help but be morbidly proud of his eldest son and his . . . skill. The aerie was crumbling around them and Kain couldn’t help but think that they hadn’t been here for long, they must have had another place somewhere, but it didn’t matter now. For now they were here and so was he.

 

“It stinks in here.” Raziel hissed “it smells like something rotting.” Kain gestured towards an open door way where what was left of a bed had been placed in what was left of a room and on the wreckage was what was left of a Hylden.

 

“It seems the mansion did its job rather well.” Kain breathed walking into the room to look down on the broken dying God.

 

“I may be dying vampires.” The creature on the bed breathed “but I still have power enough to kill you.” 

 

With those words the time orb glowed, Raziel fell to the ground, as hands made from frozen glass gripped his heart holding him in its freezing grasp. The creature managed a weak laugh before holding up a feeble shaking hand and summoning a thread of power; Kain feeling the magic in the air and guessing what was happening lifted his child and leapt upwards thanking what ever wanted to listen that Janos had once had a taste for extravagant lighting fixtures. Another weak laugh escaped the dying Hylden on the bed when water started to flow as if from his palm and crashed noisily to the floor, the force of it closing the doors, effectively trapping the vampires. The only other way out being a window on the far side of the room, this was impossible to reach without landing on the rapidly flooding floor.

 

Kain cursed under his breath, as he had said before this creature wasn’t stupid, he had them trapped for a while, the orb effectively stopping Raziel who was once again a vampire and the water effectively keeping Kain clinging to a chandelier. 

 

“Oh woe is Nosgoth.” The dying voice spoke “for such a weak pair of guardians shall surely spell its downfall.”

 

“You are forgetting me.” Demitri’s voice came from the window out of which vast amount of water was now pouring “you shall pollute my race no longer.”  A loud splash let him know that the reaver blade had been dropped from the chandelier he reached for it only for a moment pausing to consider the irony that a Hylden youth would one day wield the weapon forged to destroy them.

 

The sword was heavier than he had expected and he struggled a little to lift it out from the water which was forceful and rough, pushing him away from the creature on the bed. But with both hands clasped around the hilt he lifted the blade and managed to move both himself and the sword closer to the bed on which the creature lay. It didn’t seem too impressed with the sight of the Hylden lifting the vampire’s weapon but there was some doubt in its eyes. Part of it knew what would happen if that sword touched it, pierced its frail Hylden skin, part of it knew even if the rest of it refused to acknowledge it.

 

“you would kill your own daughter,” the dying creature spoke, the words made Demitri flinch, this body was that of his daughters, she would have grown into a beautiful woman had she been allowed.

 

Demitri shook himself, his daughter was dead, had died in his own dimension with Charmian, beautiful brave Chairmian; Chairman who had laughed at him when he tried to build a bed for their child, Chairmian who had held onto him at night like he was the only thing in the world she wanted to touch and Chairmian who was dead and who would never see Nosgoth. With all the strength he could muster Demitri brought the blade down heavy and hard. He felt the blade slide through soft skin and scrape past fracturing bone and finally sink deep into a frantic heart. The creature on the bed shivered and screamed as the blade bit into his heart, but the pain was not why he was screaming.

 

The blade had pinned his soul to his heart, it had trapped him in this dying body. He knew then that when this body died so would he unless the blade was removed.

 

“RAOUL!” he screeched as loud as the frail dying body would allow. The roar of the water drowned out his voice though and he stopped its emergence and cried out again “RAOUL!” but this time his voice was drowned out by another.

 

“DO IT NOW!” Demitri screamed holding the sword in the body of his daughter.  Demitri smiled when he felt the scion’s magic in the air once again, it was almost a comforting presence now as he watched the lightening come down and hit the water. The entire room was electrified and Demitri was swallowed in white light.

 

* * *

 

Raoul heard the cries of his god, felt the pain that it was going through and felt his own panic rush through him. The larger vampire was hurt badly now but it was still alive, still moving towards him with a hatred so deep Raoul felt he could never understand. He felt the claws close around his throat, felt the skin tear but found he no longer cared, he couldn’t hear his god any more and everything was suddenly clear in those seconds before his death.

 

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“we couldn’t have done it without him,” Raziel breathed as they clambered down from the chandelier “we would have died,” he looked to his father “don’t you find it strange or ironic that Demitri was the one thrown through the gate by one who wished this land in the hands of the Hylden and their god, yet it was because Demitri was thrown through into this world that Nosgoth remains in the hands of vampires.”

 

“Free will,” Kain breathed walking out of the aerie “is an illusion. There are no accidents only inevitabilities. Come.”

 

Nosgoth was waiting outside.

 

End chapter. End Fic. End Trilogy.

 

Authoress note: Well that’s that, all finished although one day I may write an epilogue but for now that is it. Destruction is well and truly dead, Nosgoth is as healed as it ever will be and the rebuilding will begin. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.

 

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