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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[Three months later]

 

It was cold in this new place, he had never before been able to feel the cold before, but now he could feel it biting away at his flesh and he wasn’t sure he completely enjoyed the experience. For tens of thousands of years he had envied the simple creatures their forms, for while he was forced to remain formless they had bodies, they could see, smell, and feel while he was lost in a senseless eternity. But now, now he had finally managed to get himself a body, a child’s body, a helpless body but a body none the less. He could feel everything, soft hands when they lifted him, warm cloth when it was wrapped around him. When he had first been ‘born’ in this body all feeling had been a joy, all sound had been music and all smells had been wonderful. For a creature that was starved of sensation it was all almost two much.

 

But the joy had faded recently.

 

It had been three months since he had confronted the scion and his lackeys in the underbelly of the pillars, if confronted was the word you wanted to use. It amazed him that Nosgoth could remain undamaged with such a weak and venerable creature to protect it, one little push on the right area of his mind and the scion came crashing down. It was child’s play.

 

Yet despite this three months had passed and his body had grown, the growth of his body seemed to surprise and unsettle those around him, for although three months were all that had passed his body seemed to be over ten years old. This at first had not worried him for he was immortal and had forgotten that not everything else was, he had almost given over to panic when he had learned that the Hylden were not immortal once out of their dimension.

 

Since he had learned this, feeling this body around him was no longer a joy but instead it was a prison, a prison that was dying. He could feel each individual cell as it quivered and failed inside of him and it terrified him. Terrified him that he would lose this body in a matter of months, he would not even get a year in this joy. But what angered him more so was the fact that the other Hylden seemed to be aging normally, they seemed none the worse for their little excursion into the land of Nosgoth. In fact they all seemed to be regaining some of their lost vitality, while he lost his at an alarming rate.

 

Jealousy in a god is not a pretty sight.

 

He needed a new body, one that would not age around him; he needed an immortal body, a vampire’s body. It mattered little to him which one he took but it would be a wonderful way to defeat the scion to take the body of one of his, reveling himself just as he came to deliver the death blow. Yes it would be truly wonderful, a fine way to end it. He laughed to himself enjoying, for a moment, the sensation of laughter bubbling up out from his throat, before shivering once again. This cold was becoming intolerable. He turned and went back inside the ruined temple that they had inhabited for the last three months, it was cold and barren but it worked as a place to conceal oneself. He knew the vampires had been searching high and low for them but not once had a vampire ever come near this place. For why would a Hylden hide itself here? When Hylden despise the cold above all else.

 

It was slightly warmer inside but not much, he moved himself closer to one of the fires, and felt the warmth slowly begin to tingle at his finger tips. Fire, some of the vampires could control fire, when he had raped the scion’s mind he had seen this, he had seen one in particular, a lanky creature that looked harmless but through the scion he had seen that lanky creature burn down cities. But Fire had an enemy as did all the vampires, Water; none of them save two of them could stand the touch of water. He smiled to himself and held up and hand watching as droplets formed, he focused harder, willing his immense magical power to come through his fragile body and take form. Slowly but surely a large water filled bubble filled his hands, the way flames would often fill Magnus’.

 

“Elemental water. It will be so simple.” He breathed. He had destroyed cities before with water, for it was what he was, he was destruction, desolation, death. He could remember on another world with different creatures, he had washed away a great city; Atlantis he believed was the name, now he was simply going to repeat the event on a slightly bigger scale. “We will wash this land.” He breathed.

 

All he needed was time.

 

Time to become stronger.

 

* * *

 

The mansion was warm, as the snow fell outside, not simply warm in the sense of temperature but warm in the way that you can’t feel on your skin, the type of warmth that must be felt with your soul. But despite this warmth there was discontent. Melchiah looked out of the window to watch the snow fall and hoped that through the white blur he would see his brother return. Rahab had gone with Raziel to lead a small search party, fortunately those they were leading had seemed to be building up a slight resistance to water; it seemed quiet a few of the younger vampires were building up this very weak resistance to water. They could stand snow and even very, very light rain, however heavy rain and complete submergence was out of the question. While the youngest of Kains brood was thinking the library door opened and snapped the youngest of Kain’s children’s attention away from the window. Melchiah watched as Demitri entered the library.

 

“How are you feeling this evening?” Melchiah asked the young Hylden, Demitri seemed physically to be well, in fact he was better now than when they had first found him, he was putting on weight at a rapid rate, gaining bulk that made him appear much stronger than when he had first fallen into Nosgoth. His skin seemed to be recovering from its time in the dimension; parts that before had been dry, broken or flaking away were now slowly becoming whole and changing from a dull grey colour to a healthy coffee. It made Melchiah happy to see him regain much of himself but he worried for the Hylden’s mind for he had taken the loss of his wife and child hard.

 

“I am feeling as I always feel Melchiah.” Demitri breathed after a moment of silence, he moved towards the table Melchiah was sat at and took a seat opposite him “but I am feeling her loss a little more keenly this evening.” Strangely Demitri had fixated on the fact his wife had perished and was currently ignoring the fact that his child had also died to make space in her body for that creature. Melchiah had seen denial before and recognized it now.

 

“It will fade some days and become sharper on others, but it will never really leave you.” Melchiah said quietly after a few moments, Demitri looked at him confused,

 

“That is not what everyone else says.” He muttered “they all say it will hurt less with time.” Melchiah nodded sadly

 

“I know but they are wrong, at least I think they are. The pain does not fade you simply adapt yourself to living with it and as such it may feel less but it is not.” The youngest of Kain’s children looked up from the table at the Hylden across from him “I had a woman, one I loved.” He smiled a little “I would have cut down the sky if she had bid it, I would have defied my father and brothers, forsaken my kingdom. Anything if she had bid it.”  There was silence for a few moments and Melchiah wondered if telling Demitri this had been wise. But after a few moments the young Hylden looked up and spoke.

 

“What was her name?” Demitri asked, he had never heard this tale before, he had heard many from Kain’s children as they seemed more interested in him than most but never before had Melchiah Kain’s youngest spoken of a woman.

 

“Delcia.” Melchiah smiled at her memory “she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, yet others found her plain, Raziel often teased me. But to me she was the most wondrous beautiful creature our dull land had ever birthed.” He sighed “she had long brown hair, she hated it but it reminded me of the ancient tales of sirens, her eyes matched her hair and even her skin, it was similar to yours which when we ruled was a treasure in my opinion for without the sun to bleach their hair and tan their skin her completion was wonderful.” He smiled “many were pale death like creatures with hair as black as coal. But she looked alive, like earth.”

 

“You sound like you believed she was a goddess.” Demitri sighed “Fulvia was beautiful as well, even the wretchedness of my race could not dull her beauty; she was a wondrous but fragile creature. But despite her fragility she was brave and noble; she would have protected Chairmian until they forced the last breath from her body.”  Melchiah smiled and opened his mouth to speak more of his Delcia, knowing the conversation would go on long into the night and the next morning both would feel better for it.

 

* * *

 

The snow was getting thicker, Rahab realized they would need to turn and head back soon if they did not want to lose someone.

 

“This is bloody hopeless.” He yelled above the wind to his elder sibling, Raziel sighed

 

“What else can we do?” he snapped, Rahab glared at him through the snow filled wind and Raziel could feel the heat behind his eyes. “Yes I know he could find them in a moment if he wished to.” He breathed

 

It was true that they were out here, freezing in the snow, searching the land because something seemed to have happened to their father. If Kain had been his normal self then a quick scan over the land with his magic would show the Hylden up like a flashing red light. After all Nosgoth was his, not only did it belong to him but it was a part of him just as he was a part of it, there was nothing he could not know about what was happening in his land. The Hylden would not be able to hide from him.

 

But recently the scion seemed to have collapsed in on himself. It had been slowly getting worse over the last three months, it had started out he would just drift of into space, not hearing or seeing what was going on around him, then the break downs started, not loud frightening break downs like many had witnessed before in others but instead the scion seemed to go to the other end of the scale, he simply sat still and quiet and was completely passive. If placed in a chair, he would remain there until moved. However the most peculiar symptom was that of the absence of any sort of vocalization. Even if struck, he made no sound at all. And Vorador had done this in frustration at one time or another. His brothers madness drove him somewhat frantic. Raziel had managed to bring him out of this ‘waking coma’ once and had even managed to get him to register things and speak, but many wished he had not for the only words that left the scion were those of defeat. He was adamant that there was nothing he could do to stop the Hylden; without even trying he seemed to just give up.

 

Something was very wrong.

 

Raziel knew something was wrong, for he had seen his father tear through daemons like butter, all he had to deal with now was a few dozen Hylden, no doubt he could have done it with his eyes closed but for some reason he seemed so sure he would fail. Raziel believed that the Hylden return had damaged his confidence somewhat but there was no way it could have damaged him to this extent, something else was going on here. It put him in mind of when fate had had to remove a block in his memory placed there by destruction. Maybe the same thing was happening now.

 

“Then why are we out here!” Rahab snapped at his older brother “this is pointless.”

 

“He’s getting worse Rahab.” Raziel growled, Rahab’s eyes flashed, a mixture of anger and fear before he gestured to a cave, where he lead his brother and the three fledglings they had taken with them.  The fledglings went deep into the cave to try and find a way out the other side, to see if they could get closer to the mansion without venturing out into the storm again.

 

“Worse?” Rahab made the single word a question

 

“I haven’t seen him eat in over a month, he hardly speaks any more and when he does it seems like some huge effort, he doesn’t sleep, doesn’t respond to anything I say or do. I hit him yesterday, I got so frustrated . . . . But nothing, he didn’t even blink. At least when Vorador hit him he blinked and had the decency to look surprised. But there was noting when I did it all he did was bleed.” It was frightening him.

 

“He’s truly given up then?” Rahab sighed, shivering in the cave, times like this he missed his brother, Dumah although not the most articulate of Kain’s children had a heart made from solid gold and he was remarkably well equipped to make Rahab feel better. The two didn’t publicly display their affection the way Kain and Raziel and Magnus and Sebastian did, it was more similar to Vorador and Janos, quiet but powerful. They did not have blazing arguments, like Kain and Raziel used to have before Kain seemed to lose his soul, those arguments that often ended up in someone being thrown through a wall before being thrown on a bed.

 

“I don’t think so,” Raziel snapped “I think its got something to do with these Hylden and what ever the hell it is that they brought with them.” Rahab looked as if he would argue but he held his tongue for a moment.

 

“If they bring him down, I . . . I don’t think the rest of us have a hope.” Rahab breathed, Raziel nodded

 

“This is why I think we need to be concentrating on finding out exactly what is wrong with him instead of wasting time freezing to death.” Raziel sighed watching his breath plume in the air.

 

Moments later the fledglings returned, interrupting the brother’s discussion, with word that the cave came up close to the mansion. The two of Kain’s brood stood and followed in silence. The cave did indeed come up by the mansion and with short words of parting the group separated, Rahab to report to Vorador before going to find his brother and Raziel to return to his father’s room. He knew what he would find, he sighed as he walked through the corridors; he would find Kain sitting in the chair by the window, lost to the entire world outside of his own brooding. But that was not what he found.

 

Raziel took a deep breath and noticed something was wrong straight away. The air was wrong, he took another deeper breath inhaling strongly through his nose, he could smell wood polish that the servants had used early in the evening to preserve the wooden furniture and make it gleam in the dull candle light, bee’s wax he thought. He could smell the soap used to wash the sheets mixed in with the heavy animal scent of the few furs scattered over the bed and one of the chairs. There were not as many furs now as there had been when Kain first returned, Vorador it seemed, now believed that the scion was not going to freeze to death during the night and had been slowly stealing back the skins. Raziel half smiled remembering the first time he had seen his father properly when he had returned he had been completely buried under the mound of furs.

 

Vorador had always been overprotective but since learning Kain was his brother he seemed to go into overdrive.  

 

Taking another deep breath Raziel put his claw on exactly what was wrong. Kain’s scent was far too faint, panic snapped through the Reaver and he kicked the door hard, shattering the lock, no doubt Vorador would grumble but Raziel didn’t care. It was clear from a quick glance around the room that Kain was not there. Raziel cursed under his breath and closing his eyes reached inside himself trying to find his magic. He had always been mediocre at best when it came to magic, he could hardly get candles to light when he had been a new fledgling, even when he had been a lieutenant with his own clan there were new borns who were more competent with their magic than he was. But Kain seemed to think it odd Raziel was so useless at magic when Kain himself lived and breathed it, and the Scion had been trying to re-teach his eldest the arts of magic. Raziel had been able -after a few months- to get control of the whisper which he was pathetically pleased with. Everyone present had laughed when he had practically kart wheeled into the room declaring he could now speak over distances, it seems the whisper was one of the simplest types of vampire magic.

 

Raziel growled to himself frustrated when he grasped hopelessly at his magic trying to get a hold on it to pull it out and see if he could track his father. It was like trying to pick up water with your hands, whenever you thought you had it, it trickled away. But with a slightly louder growl Raziel managed to grasp his magic and hoist it out of himself casting it about the room, looking. One thing he had gotten the hang of remarkably quickly was recognizing his father’s magic with his own, and Kain had never really gotten the hang of keeping all his magic locked inside him. Even when the scion was not casting, his magic still leaked out of him often leaving for the magical eye a bright trail behind him wherever he went. It was only when concentrating hard Kain could stop the leaking, and effectively shut down the trail, and it seemed that now despite his outward appearance of being completely unaware he had managed to shut down the trail.

 

Once again Raziel cursed and did the only thing his panicking mind could think of. He went to find Vorador.

 

End of chapter

 

Authoress note: Dear lord above I am shattered. But if you review I may wake up.

 

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