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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There were times when he could think again.

 

They were few and far between but they still existed, and when those times came upon him he would often use them well, or so he liked to think. Kain woke in the snow, on the dais around the pillars; this had often been the place where he would come if he needed to think. For this place had a tranquility that the rest of the land lacked. He disliked this new situation he had found himself in, for in his mind he was not insane he simply wasn’t there anymore, it was very similar to being asleep, only more violent. He could actually feel something trying to push his consciousness down, trying to make his mind sleep while his body remained awake. Sometimes he could fight and bring his own mind back to the forefront but often he found himself losing, his opponent was most apt at mind ‘games’ it seemed.

 

Kain sighed, the pillars did not offer him an answer, nor did they give him the solace he was used to receiving just by being near them. So why had he came here, there had to be a reason, something strong enough to snap him from the waking sleep he was trapped in.

 

Suddenly Kain knew, and he wished he had remained asleep.

 

There was a strange sound and Kain looked to the pillars, but the edifies showed nothing, but the sound continued to grow louder and louder with each passing second. Kain moved closer to the pillars and his heart sped inside of him, he knew this sound, when he had traveled back into Nosgoth’s past with Raziel he had shown his child the pillars corruption and this was the sound that had preceded it. Kain felt his stomach twist, nauseatingly. Reaching out he touched the balance pillar and felt it screaming.

 

“I have won vampire.” The voice hissed and the pillars turned black.

 

The shock was enough to knock the scion back down into the recesses of his own mind, where he could see no hope of escaping. But Kain did not go without a fight; the second he recognized the force being used he fought back, pushing with his own mind. It was somewhat like mental tug-o-war only pushing instead of pulling. When he focused hard Kain found he could push the other completely from his mind and did so now; but the other did not leave, he was waiting on the fringe of the scion’s conciseness, waiting for a moment of doubt that he could use to cripple him once more.

 

 

 

Raziel threw himself at his father, the force enough to knock Kain back a few steps. Kain sighed resting his clawed hands on his child’s shoulders, this attack on his mind seemed to be affecting Raziel more than him, making Kain feel somewhat guilty he hadn’t been able to drive the creature out. The scion swallowed loudly feeling that creature press harder on his mind, and he felt himself take a mental step backwards. What if he couldn’t defeat these creatures, what would happen to Raziel? What would happen to all his children? Panic flared through the scion at the thought and the opponent pressed harder. Kain felt himself being pushed back into his own mind and wanted to scream, wanted to tear at his hair, anything to make the pressure stop.

 

“You found him then.” The voice of Vorador called, Kain managed to look up at his brother.

 

“. . . Help.” He managed before he was pushed back completely into his own mind; so far back his body lost consciousness and collapsed onto Raziel.

 

* * *

Since Kain’s return Raziel had both been pleased and disappointed that fate had brought Kain back as young as she had. The scion physically was younger than Raziel. He enjoyed the younger form for it was far more sensitive, more responsive and more his physical equal; he now had the ability to win some of the ‘play’ fights they often had and winning those was well worth the reward. But his did morn the loss of his fathers evolved form some times, he missed that strength, the strength that every time he thought he knew its extent seemed to grow; he missed the weight, Kain’s younger form was far smaller and weight significantly less than his evolved form and he did miss that. When young he used to love being cover by him, often in sleep he would wake completely pinned by his father’s dead weight and it made him feel safe, nothing in Nosgoth could touch him because his father simply could not be moved.

 

Now however he was glad of Kain’s lithe form, as when it fell on him he caught it easily. But it was quickly snatched up by Vorador. Vorador who had not lost his evolved form and his size only made the scion in his arms look smaller, small and fragile, helpless.

 

Helpless not a word normally used in such a context with Kain but now somehow fitting.

 

“It is madness.” Vorador said looking at his younger brother, before turning and making to take him back to his room. Raziel followed confused by the expression on Vorador’s face.

 

“Vorador?” he asked after catching up with the elder vampire, Vorador looked to Raziel almost apologetically

 

“Forgive me but . . . he’s never asked for help like that before, it has . . . . Unnerved me somewhat.” Vorador swallowed remembering back to when Kain really was young, he had bartered for help, demanded it but never had he looked so desperate and simply asked. The scion’s room was close and the two entered undisturbed by anyone, Vorador set his burden down on the bed, pulling one of the fur’s up over him.  “I don’t know what to do.” He said at last “the last time something like this happened he . . . he snapped out of it on his own, it took him two centuries but he did it.”

 

“I don’t think it’s the same as it was then, he was healing back then, it wasn’t mental. This however is . . . madness.” Raziel seemed to have an epiphany “Nupraptor.” He breathed and was gone before Vorador could say ‘huh?’

 

* * *

 

The human circle’s home dwelt on the horizon and Raziel welcomed the sight, the bitter cold was slowly starting to seep through his thick coat to rub against his skin. He hated the winter for this, the winter was the one time he actually missed the ruined body he had held when he had been warring with his father, for the thick leathery skin had not been venerable to the cold and very little in the way of pain either. Briefly he wondered what would have happened if he had been forced to remain in that ruined shell, would Kain have still wanted him when he returned, would it even have been biologically possible, the abyss had ruined a lot more than just his looks. He shook himself, this was not time to swell on pointless questions, he no longer inhabited that body, yet fate had been kind enough to leave him with a lot of its powers. He slipped through the gate in sold form the way he used to do in spectral and relished the feeling. It reminded him that he was not powerless.

 

Since Kain’s little break down he had been feeling powerless, for in that element he was, he had no way of reaching his father hence why he was here. He would go to the ancient guardians if he had to but the human ones were by far his first choice to go to and ask for help. He needed to speak with Nupraptor. Having found Kain to be missing he had informed Vorador who had sent out scouts to try and find him, he had told Raziel not to go with them but instead to put his mind to their main problem, although what Vorador thought was the main problem and what Raziel thought was the main problem were two very different things. Vorador mourned the loss of the scions sanity but thought that the invading forces were the main problem; Raziel disagreed and found that the scion’s sanity was the main problem.

 

“Raziel.” Mortanius opened the door for the reaver before he had a chance to knock, “I saw you over the mound.”

 

“Oh.” Raziel was grateful when the ex-guardian took his coat and shook it hard trying to remove some of the snow so that the coat would not be saturated as the snow melted. “Please forgive my lack of pleasantries Mortanius but I am here urgently.”

 

“urgently.” The voice of Ariel snapped from the right, Raziel turned to see her, she was whole and beautiful again, long blonde hair falling down her back, for some strange reason Raziel wondered f all the balance guardians had to be blonde. But of course it was a stupid question as none of the ancient vampires had been blonde. “Urgently! Its taken you three months to get here!”

 

“Yes well we kind of hoped he would snap out of it on his own.” Raziel murmured, Ariel was right; they had not tried to help these last three months they had merely sat back and watched as Kain fell deeper and deeper into his own mind.

 

“Ugh!” Ariel groaned in a most unlady like way before storming off.

 

“Forgive her.” Mortanius asked “she has been feeling guilty for a long time and sees it now as her own personal mission to protect him.” He turned and lead Raziel down the corridor “unfortunately the winters in this land are so harsh we must remain inside or perish.”

 

“Why didn’t she teleport?” Raziel asked curiously, Mortanius looked pained

 

“The Hylden have done something, the magic of the circle no longer works.” He admitted this slowly as if worried, Raziel hissed loudly

 

“Why has no one said anything!” he snapped “the vampire circle have been silent on this matter, they simply sit in there tower and pretend to be planning some great attack.” He groaned “maybe that’s whats wrong with my father maybe its . . . maybe its like it was with Nupraptor!” he snapped as they entered a small sitting room.

 

“No I do not think so.” Mortanius said as he took a seat across from Raziel “I believe that while Kain is a part of the circle he is also somehow held separate from it.”  Raziel blinked confused “he is the hub of the wheel not truly connected to those in the wheel but still . . .”

 

“Shut up about wheels.” Raziel snapped “I’ve really had enough. Alright I understand Kain’s not been effected by this or that’s your theory anyway.”

 

“Well Kain fell ill before we lost our power and he seems a prisoner in his own mind while we are simply stripped of magic.” Mortanius shrugged “it is to different.” He sighed loudly “it seems some one is wrapping his mind around him to hold him prisoner.”

 

“He snaps out of it sometimes.” Raziel breathed remembering earlier this evening. “He snapped out of it a few days ago when Melchiah was . . . upset. He woke up long enough to speak to Vorador telling him what was wrong with one of his fledglings when none of us could figure it out, and he . . . I don’t know why he woke up today.”

 

“There is a pattern here.” Mortanius breathed but before he could continue he was interrupted.

 

“What could be causing it though?” Raziel frowned, Mortanius shrugged

 

“Any number of things, doubt, fear, anger anything. Any negative emotion could be twisted in his mind and used against him.”

 

“Its not anger.” Raziel said resolutely “his anger has always been strength for him, fear sounds . . . maybe, but doubt, I know he doubts himself.” Mortanius looked a little surprised

 

“Really?” he breathed “it is hard to believe that ones savior does not truly believe in himself, that there is doubt in his mind.”

 

“He has always acted confident.” Raziel nodded “believing showing it would allow other to perceive him as weak but its there, defiantly there.”  The necromancer seemed to think on this for a few moments, lazily twiddling a small pointer between his fingers.

 

“I think,” the necromancer smirked “that maybe he just needs to be shown whats important.” Raziel frowned “you say he snaps out of this occasionally?”

 

“Yes.” Raziel nodded

 

“It seems to me he snaps out of this ‘coma’ when something needs to be done, someone needs help.” The necromancer looked somewhat pleased with himself; he was after all a guardian of life and death, not the mind.

 

“So what do you recommend?” Raziel breathed, feeling like Mortanius was onto something

 

“Show him you need him; show him that others need him.” The necromancer rolled his eyes surprised no one else had figured this out, Raziel looked disappointed

 

“He knows we need him, he can’t not know.” He snapped, Mortanius clipped the reaver spirit upside the head

 

“Show him again then, give him a metaphysical kick up the backside.” Mortanius snapped, losing his temper with the reaver.

 

“Kick up the backside.” Raziel repeated

 

End chapter

 

Authoress note: that’s another chapter done for you then.

 

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