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 Seven

 

 

“Kain and Raziel are gone.” Vorador snapped “the blade has gone and the bed hasn’t been slept in.”

 

The meeting hall was filled as it was yesterday minus Raziel and Kain. The ancient guardians blustered about the absences for a moment and while they did so the door opened and Raziel’s head appeared around the door frame, his expression one of confusion.

 

“Kain?” he spoke as he looked around the room. When he had noticed his father was absent he looked to Vorador “have you seen him?” it was then Vorador noticed the rough appearance of the reaver spirit, his clothes were dirty, his hair tousled with some small plant life tangled in it. He had been outside . . . he’d been looking for his father.

 

“No Raziel I haven’t seen him, I assumed you were with him.” Vorador gestured to the reaver spirit to come and sit with them, Raziel stumbled into the room looking for the entire world like a lost tired child the strange confused look had not left him. He sat next to Vorador, who instantly reached over and straightened his hair and clothes removing plant life only to find more. Raziel squirmed under the attention and pushed the older vampire away.

 

“Don’t fuss.” He grumbled, Vorador shook his head at the young vampire and sighed dropping the twig he’d pulled from his hair, there were times when he would swear Raziel and Kain were simply one soul split into two bodies. They had the same mannerisms, the same phrases and the same spoilt, stubborn nature. He stopped smirking though when he looked at Raziel who was clearly worried. “I looked all over the swamp, the mansion and the pillars, he wasn’t in any of those places and he’s not answering me when I try and whisper.” Raziel sighed “I’m not very good at it though maybe if you try.”

 

“Don’t worry.” Vorador tried to sound confident “he’s probably just gone in a huff about something.” He was used to Kain simply disappearing; remembering days in the mansion during the ‘war’ on Nosgoth Kain would disappear for days on end some times not returning for a month.

 

“He did lose one of his sons yesterday.” Janos added hoping it was helpful but doubting it.

 

“He was my brother,” Raziel snapped “I probably knew him better than Kain did and I didn’t just bugger off.” The worry in the reaver spirit being replaced by anger.

 

“Can we please get on with things?” Mind snapped bringing the three from the mansion out of their little discussion, Vorador and Raziel glared while Janos looked embarrassed.

 

“Um . . . yes of course.” Janos shook himself reminding himself what was important, the entire land was at risk now, now was not the time to be worrying about a wayward fledgling especially if said fledgling was more than capable of looking after himself.

 

“Are we are ready to travel to the pillars?” States stood, all nodded and rose with him, making their way down though the citadel; passing by repair work most of which was finished now, the ancient builders worked fast.  

 

* * *

 

The pillars were dark and cracked now, Raziel winced to see them as such, it was an almost physical pain to him now, he was starting to understand what his father had gone through each time he had seen them like this.  Armed vampires were set around the clearing a few feet away from each other as guards, Raziel winced, this display of power reminding him of when he had been young and had his own clan, the wars to take Nosgoth had been bloody, violent and with a bad ending . . . but surely every war had a bad ending. The ancients War still hadn’t really ended and every time something new happened it was worse, more died more suffered.

 

Why did they never learn?

 

It took longer to call down fate than it had before no doubt due to the absence of the scion. But after a good third of the evening had passed enough power had been accumulated to send a summons up to ‘her’.

 

“You have called me here once again.” The form of fate spoke calmly, Raziel sighed once again hating and loving her at one time. It was impossible to understand, for he loved her but he hated the fact that he loved her when she had done so much to him. The duel emotion annoyed and confused him to say the least.

 

“We have summoned you great Lady to ask of you questions.” Mind spoke, Raziel raised an eyebrow, apparently because fate spoke gibberish the rest of them had to as well when addressing her. He remembered when they had called her down before and Kain had growled at her and he smiled but it fell quickly; where had his father disappeared to?

 

“Then ask Mind and I will answer you best I am allowed.” Fate dipped her head and Raziel found himself wondering what she actually looked like, he tried to focus his eyes on her hair to distinguish the colour but every time he settled his eyes it shimmered and he lost his focus. It was impossible to look at her and take anything in. He also wondered who would be the one allowing her or not allowing her to say anything.

 

“Ancient rule, Reaver spirit?” Fate turned to look at Raziel and smiled reading his mind. Raziel wasn’t sure how he knew she had smiled but he knew. The same way he knew how to breathe or how to make his heart beat.

 

“It’s rude to read my mind Lady.” He called back. Mind looked as if he would shout but Fate spoke before he had the chance.

 

“Your questions guardian.” She asked and waited silently in her circle of light.

 

“Yes Lady, we have a great enemy but we do not know . . .” Mind began Raziel sighed, if this was left to the pillar guardians then they would be here till dawn and they had still to say goodbye to those who were lost in the attacks. So he interrupted the guardian.

 

“We don’t know anything Lady.” He said plainly “anything you could tell us would be . . . . A blessing.” He hoped being ‘polite’ would have some kind of positive affect considering nearly all times he spoke with fate he was abrupt and rude.

 

“I cannot tell you of your father little soul.” She looked almost sad, “but I can tell you of pain and of cold. And swords which can rob a God of his Godhood.” And with those words she was gone.

 

Raziel sighed and felt himself fall to his knees in disappointment, he had hoped to learn where his father had run off to and it hurt him when she refused. However before he could say or do anything a scuffle behind him made him turn. The ancient mind guardian had his had raised as if to strike him but Vorador’s cloven claw was wrapped tightly around the ancient’s wrist, a cracking sound was heard as bone ground together in the ancients frail wrist. 

 

“I swear by any entity you care to name I will kill you if you strike him.” The emerald vampire spoke plainly and harshly and the guardian backed down nursing a bruised and quickly swelling wrist. Raziel knew his jaw was hanging open in the most undignified manner but he found himself not caring. Vorador had been kind to him, even befriended him before this is true but never before had the emerald vampire done something so . . . consequential for his sake.

 

“Thank you.” Raziel said lamely as the emerald vampire hissed at the retreating guardian, Vorador looked down to the surprised reaver spirit still on his knees on the grass.

 

“Well someone has to look after you till Kain comes back.” He smirked “and I only bruised him, your father would have likely done far worse.”

 

“Thank you.” Raziel said again getting to his feet.

 

“Come you can ride with us on the return.” Vorador turned leading the reaver spirit towards the modest carriage he and Janos had used to reach the pillars. Raziel smiled and followed.

 

“What did she mean pain and cold?” Raziel asked as he sat in the carriage with Vorador and Janos. The carriage jolted suddenly and began to move.

 

“It could mean anything, sometimes when you are hurt badly you go cold, she could mean a cold environment is causing someone pain . . .  anything.” Janos sighed “she is at the best of time obscure.” Vorador blinked at his sire in confusion and Janos huffed “I am aware of the fact she is vague, just because I favor her opinion above others does not mean I do not know her faults.”

 

“Oh . . . well.” Vorador smirked and Janos huffed again, Raziel however was not amused

 

“She could have meant Kain,” he breathed “he could be hurt somewhere, in all this snow or on ice somewhere!”

 

“No.” Vorador smiled “she did not mean your father, she said she could not tell you of him didn’t she.” Raziel nodded reluctantly “also if Kain was hurt somewhere he would have spoken to me. He has much pride but he is not completely without sense.”

 

“I have a feeling she was referring to our enemy.” Janos pondered, Raziel frowned at the ancient vampire “well you said you saw one of the Hylden . . . this Raoul character carrying someone away and that Kain accused that someone of being ‘him’.”

 

“Yes.” Raziel agreed “he did.” The reaver spirit froze suddenly “you don’t think he’s gone after them by himself.”

 

“That is exactly what I think.” Vorador smiled at the now panicking Raziel “but do not worry, he wont do anything . . . to stupid.”  The emerald vampire paused “at least I hope he won’t. Plus our spies have been searching for them for a long time now and have found nothing, it is doubtful in his . . . angered state that Kain will either.”

 

“He’s more powerful when he’s angry.” Raziel sighed “but I hope you are right,” Vorador nodded and the carriage turned a corner to the citadel. He looked up at the towering building and sighed when he saw the black draperies hanging from windows, it was time to go and say goodbye to his brother.

 

* * *

 

It was an odd experience, a vampire funeral.

 

As when a vampire dies the body decomposes in seconds, turning to dust as it hits the ground, so there is never a body to bury or burn. It is often a simple affair, a dull room, alcohol and mourners, it resembles a human wake more than the actual funeral ceremony, but there was a small ritual preformed, in which they wish goodbye and hopeful journey to the departed.

 

The ceremony for Rahab and the other fallen was short, names were called out along with titles. Some spoke fondly of the departed and other remained silent, some did not go at all, preferring to say fairwell to the dead alone.

 

Raziel found Dumah after the ritual speaking alone on the rooftop of the citadel. The citadel was easily the tallest building in Nosgoth at this time, although before the return of the Hylden some competitors were building high buildings in the mountains. Dumah sat on the roof alone, watching as fresh snow fell, Raziel said nothing as he sat beside his brother and waited for Dumah to speak, which he did.

 

“Thank you.” The younger vampire breathed “for what you said in there.”

 

“It was true, a great many of us are alive now because of his sacrifice.” The reaver sighed “but I did not say it for you brother.” Raziel sighed “I said it for myself.” Dumah frowned at his brother before nodding in understanding, goodbyes were not something that was done for other people they were something that was done for yourself. He had said his own goodbyes to his most loved brother on this rooftop watching the snow, feeling the slight pain on his skin as the little flakes of moisture landed on him.

 

“I was  . . . . Disappointed that our father was not here.” Dumah said, Raziel shrugged

 

“He is out finding the ones responsible.” He smirked a little to himself “it is how he will say goodbye to his son, by finding the ones who brought about his death. Vorador has told me that he often reacts this way when someone dies. He dislikes words at times like this.”

 

“It reminds me of myself.” Dumah answered “I was never able to simple tell Rahab something. I could show him many, many times how I . . . . How I felt about him but I felt foolish saying it to him.” He smiled a little “he used to tease me about it, wander around behind me asking me if I loved him.”

 

“Rahab had an odd sense of humor.” Raziel agreed “but then again most of us do, do you know Kain named some horrible mould covered . . . thing in the pantry ‘Steve’ he thought it was amusing to see if it would grow.”

 

“Didn’t Sebastian eat it?” Dumah asked “I vaguely remember something about that.”

 

“Hhhmm.”  Raziel made a small noise of discontent “it was disgusting, and he called it bloody Steve. I think he’s the reason most of us are as . . . strange as we are. Turel laughs at peanuts don’t you know.”

 

“Whats wrong with calling some random disgusting thing Steve.” Kain’s voice called from the entrance way to the roof. Raziel turned to his father and smiled “Steve’s a nice name!”

 

“I was wondering where you had gotten to.” He said hoping his relief wasn’t showing on his face. Kain raised an eyebrow in an expression that said the relief was showing. The scion walked out onto the rooftop and stood behind his children, the three remained silent for a brief few moments before Kain sighed looking to the north.

 

“Come inside I have something important to tell you.” He literally pulled Dumah to his feet “come on you’ll like this.” He spoke softly and lead both his children inside.

 

Word was sent quickly through the citadel and it took little time for those required and those invited to gather in the small room which was being continually used for these little meetings. Kain looked smug when everyone settled and looked to him and said one single word which made some gasp in surprise.

 

“The aerie?” Vorador breathed, Janos sighed

 

“I haven’t been there in so long,” he said slowly “anything left whole in that place I had brought down to the mansion.” He shrugged “it was a ruin.”

 

“It is still just a ruin.” Kain nodded “but it is where they are.” He looked at his third eldest who seemed to have some life returned to him, the prospect of revenge on his brothers’ killers bringing back something that had almost died with Rahab.

 

“How did you know where to go?” Raziel frowned; Kain looked at his child as if he had just asked the most ridiculous question since ‘why do we not go swimming?’

 

“They brought a small army down from that place, a small daemon army, it really wasn’t that difficult to track them back.” The scion frowned “it was very simply actually, I could follow their path from the air, hence why it only took a short time.”

 

“It could have been deliberate.” Vorador said “it could be a trap.”

 

“It could,” Kain nodded “but I don’t think it is.” He looked at Janos and Vorador, then to the ancient guardians unable to hide a smirk at Mind’s bruised wrist. “That  . . . creature is stupid. Do you know it planned to drown us in the mansion, but once it saw us panicking it became over confident and wanted to torment us, lucky for us it did.” He smirked “but its self confidence saved us and now gives us an advantage.”

 

“It doesn’t think we’ll attack it head on?” Vorador wondered aloud

 

“And even if we did it thinks it can protect itself adequately. It has no fear of us at all and that gives us an advantage.”

 

“How did you know it was going to drown us?” Dumah asked “and how can we be sure it won’t try that this time.”

 

“The guards there are sloppy; it wasn’t hard to slip inside.” Kain smirked “I didn’t even have to fight anyone so they still don’t know we know where they are.” He sighed at the blank looks people were giving him “I do have smaller forms than this!” he gestured to his humane form.

 

“And this time whats to stop it using water.” Mind snapped at the scion.

 

“It is hurt.” Kain said plainly “it is very hurt, not the creature itself but the body it is inside is hurt, broken I think it is dying.”

 

“Demitri will take it hard.” Raziel sighed “it was his child that what ever it is took.”

 

“Where is he?” Janos asked “I’m sure we called him here as well.” Vorador stood and moved to go find the young Hylden.

 

“It is inside the Hylden boy’s child?” States asked slowly “like a parasite?”

 

“We think so but we could be wrong.” Raziel answered, sighing to himself; there were so many questions that answers to would be so useful but impossible for them to know.

 

“Why simply does it not just move to another body then?” States asked frowning to himself in confusion.

 

“Maybe the body is like a dimension.” The ancient guardian of dimension suggested “he or it needs something special to move from one to the other?”

 

“Surely if it could take another body it would have, why stay and suffer the death pain of a Hylden when it could just so easily slip into another body, no I think it needs to wait until its current host dies before it can move.” Nature reasoned 

 

“He speaks truly.” Demitri said as he entered, “the host must die before he can move.”

 

“Your people made a deal with this creature?” Vorador spoke as he and Demitri sat down “yet you know so little about it, you do not even know its name.”

 

“I do know little but I have told you before I was not exactly favored in my world.” Demitri sighed “it was well known I disagreed with an alliance with this thing. But I did learn a few things about it, mainly that he can only move into a dead body, and only when his current body dies can he move into another.” The Hylden shrugged “I learned a few other pieces of information but nothing that could help us or that we don’t already know.”

 

“We know enough.” Janos said firmly surprising a few at the table, “we know where it is, we know it is weak. We can attack it now and win, surely we owe them some kind of retaliation for what they have done to us.” The ancient vampire felt the old lust of war bubbling in his stomach again but it was very different this time. It was not joyous as it had once been for war was no longer righteous but rather it was revenge he had had to watch again yesterday as Hylden killed his people; it was not something he wished to repeat.

 

 

End Chapter

 

Authoress note: Well that’s Chapter Seven *is tired* mergh.

 

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