Creation

Book Two: The Balance of Knowledge and Power

 

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. This fic is seriously out of it, SERIOUSLY its just odd. If you don’t like

 

Summery: The games are over Nosgoth has been saved. A decision is made about life and death. Life goes on until a newer or perhaps older enemy rears its head and a warrior must rise.

 

Authoress note: this is my first fic with Raziel at the head Yay new territory ^_^ it’s also my first fic in ages that not set in the Blood omen two time frame!! Wow I’m on a roll. 

 

Also please note due to the length of this fic it has been broken up into separate parts ‘Books’ each will be about four/five chapters long. This is Book Two.

 

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

 

 

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Chapter Seven

 

 

 

{Three Weeks later}

 

“NO!,” Kain Yelled loud enough to make the glass in the windows shake, Raziel winced half expecting to see cracks in the glass.

 

“Why not?”  Vorador yelled back, not quiet as loud but still impressive even by vampiric standards.

 

“Because,” Kain huffed, his throat to raw to continue the yelling just yet.

 

“Why not?” Vorador asked again getting desperate, his voice almost pleading but to angry to be truly begging.  

 

“Because,”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because,”

 

“WHY THE HELL NOT!”

 

“I hate to interrupt your heated and if I dare say sophisticated debate but we will have to leave soon,” Janos stuck his head around the door leading to Kain’s bedroom where the argument was currently taking place.

 

Noting that his words had gone completely ignored Janos sighed and entered the room moving towards Raziel; who was quiet contentedly watching the argument from the other side of the room still in the bed covered by the furs that had remained on the mattress, a great deal of them still littered the floor around the room where they had been thrown last night. Sitting on the thick furs Janos glanced at Raziel who was now crawling forwards slightly to be level with than ancient, then back at Kain and Vorador who were currently stomping around beside the window yelling at each other as if contesting who had the loudest voice, so far Vorador was winning which surprised Raziel but not Janos. Sighing and pushing a fur off his head Raziel smiled a contented sleepy smile at the ancient who leaned over and brushed some black hair out of golden eyes and smiled at him.

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because I don’t bloody want to,”

 

“Why!”

 

“Vorador came in about half an hour ago,” Raziel explained “they’ve been at it since then,” Vorador was currently following Kain around the room still yelling while the fledgling found his clothes from where ever they had landed and pulled them on. “He doesn’t like being woken up,” Raziel grinned he really was taking to much pleasure from this.

 

“NO! VORADOR!!”

 

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind if its you,” Janos smirked, Raziel blushed, “They will have to reach a conclusion very soon though, the guardians will not like to be kept waiting,” absently the ancient traced a fading bruise on Raziel’s shoulder, the bruise was circled by teeth marks which still oozed blood, Raziel shivered and drew back, Janos smirked.  

 

“WHY NOT!”

 

“Well they can dislike it all they want I don’t particularly care, and if that is the case then I hope they argue till sunrise” with that said Raziel crawled slowly out from under the furs and limped across the room completely nude, lifting clothing. His movements were not as smooth as he would have liked, the pain in his lower back making him almost hobble.

 

“You look . . . sore,” Janos smirked wider; Raziel blushed again and pulled a face,

 

“I am,” Raziel muttered pulling pants on,

 

“Well maybe next time you won’t try to get me to break you in half,” Kain snapped from across the room then turned back to Vorador “I said NO!”

 

“How can he have two conversations?” Janos mused as Raziel came and sat back down onto the bed,

 

“Highly skilled,” Raziel muttered pulling boots on, “don’t know why I’m bothering with this I doubt he’ll go,”

 

“You still haven’t said why you won’t go!” Vorador snarled through gritted teeth

 

“And who’s fault is this,” Janos poked the reaver spirit in the shoulder hard on the bruise making Raziel yelp quietly, Kain glared at the ancient and hissed before putting his attention back to Vorador “who I wonder could have made him hate the guardian’s so much,” Janos continued, Raziel tried to look innocent “Raziel he is the ninth pillar and the scion of balance he can’t go around ignoring the rest of the circle.”

 

“I have no desire to be stared at and judged like a cow at market!” Kain snapped at Vorador looking like he was about to strike at the ancient, his arms shaking in effort to hold back.

 

“He’s got a point,” Raziel smiled his voice almost sing song

 

“Raziel you’re making this worse, stop it.” Janos snapped glaring at the fledgling

 

“He can make it worse if he wants to, don’t tell him what to do!” Kain snapped before his chin was grabbed by Vorador who dragged the fledgling scion back over to his conversation.

 

“Argumentative isn’t he,” Janos breathed, Raziel nodded and smirked “but seriously Raziel they aren’t going to judge him,” Janos chided, “they will simply talk to him; they just want to meet him. It is a great honour for them to be able to talk with him,” Raziel laughed but stopped suddenly when three vases exploded simultaneously, Kain was getting very angry.

 

Raziel had never believed his father when he was young and Kain told him that he hadn’t always had control over his magic, Kain had told him that when he was young his magic was too big for his body to control, to make raw magical energy. But now Raziel was seeing the proof. Kain could use his magic perfectly, it obeyed every whim he ever had and like all circle members he could fire off numerous spells without breaking a sweat however he constantly had that magic under some control and when tension or emotions ran high that control faltered. Three times now Raziel had gotten small lightening shocks as power crackled over his fathers skin when he touched him, Kain unable to hold it inside, twice they had had to have the mirror replaced as it had cracked and once Raziel had watched as Kain poured life into the frozen ground of the garden making the land grow beneath them. The bigger the emotion the bigger the damage as the more raw power escaped; after their first night together they had woken up the next evening freezing, discovering that the window was gone, shattered all over the courtyard. Vorador to Raziel’s surprise was often more amused than angry, usually teasing the fledgling asking what had done it this time.

 

“Raziel’s fault,” Kain explained in front of everyone much to Raziel’s embarrassment, “well really it was his mouths fault.”

 

“Kain please,” Vorador said keeping his voice low “they just want to talk to you,” a small crack appeared in the window but did not get any bigger as Kain sighed swallowing the magic as it reached out to wrap around Vorador, a small slash opened above the elders eye. Janos jerked and stood but Raziel’s grip on his arm stopped him “just talk then you can ignore them all you want,”

 

“there isn’t a way out of it,” Kain sighed, Vorador shock his head slowly as Kain reached forwards to wipe the blood away from the already healed slash, a bloody finger disappeared inside Kain’s mouth as he nodded. “Alright, let’s get this over with.”

 

Raziel glared hatefully at Vorador as they walked down to the front hall where everyone was waiting to teleport to the pillars. This was not going to be pretty and he half hoped that the guardians would say something, would anger his father so Kain could lash out, put them in their place. The guardian’s owed them respect and it was a respect they were not giving, so Raziel hoped that actually meeting Kain would change their attitudes. He took a sharp intake of breath as the pain in his lower back spiked suddenly making him limp for a moment before he tried to cover it up; it was embarrassing enough with Vorador winding him up he didn’t want to give the emerald skinned elder or anyone else extra ammunition.

 

“Still sore?” Kain asked from behind him, hand settling in the small of his child’s back “you want to stay here?”

 

“Get away, you’re not that good,” Raziel smirked shoving his father’s shoulder, Kain huffed “I’m fine,” the fledgling pressed “and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t miss this.”

 

“You really think it’s going to be that bad?” Kain smirked Raziel nodded

 

“I’ve got a bet running with Melchiah that you murder at least one of them,” Raziel laughed but stopped when he felt Janos’ glare at the back of his head.

 

“I’d rather not murder anyone today if it’s all the same;” Kain answered “I’m more concerned that they will expect me to deal with their little demonic squatter problem,”

 

“So what if they do, you don’t HAVE to do anything,” Raziel pressed, Kain sighed

 

“I think I am obligated to,” Kain breathed “I’m not sure but I believe from the way people talk that I was . . . neglectful of my duty as a guardian to begin with, I’d rather not be.”

 

“You saved Nosgoth and you think you were neglectful?” Raziel smirked “I think not,” Kain shrugged as they came to a stop in the front hall.

 

“Father,” Melchiah greeted walking over, his head got rubbed in return ad he tried to dodge away and tumbled into Zephon.

 

“Raziel,” Dumah purred “are you alright brother . . . you seem somewhat stiff this morning,” he grinned widely and glanced at his father who shrugged again as if to say ‘don’t look at me’

 

“I’m FINE Dumah thank you for your kind concern,” Raziel hissed through clenched teeth

 

“KAIN,” Vorador called across from the hall where his own childe were gathering around him, Kain nodded and wrapping his aura around his childe he teleported them out of the mansion and into the clearing of the pillars. Or at least that was the plan, in actual fact Kain overshot the pillars and ended up in the woods, slightly too far north.

 

“Bugger,” Kain muttered “I think I’m still a little off, has everyone still got all there parts?” he asked smirking and received nods, no one laughed as the danger to losing limbs was still very real.

 

Kain’s memory still not in place he’d had to relearn how to teleport, and once he’d managed to move himself around the mansion in one piece Vorador had given him a slave to take with him. Unfortunately only the slaves head came back. Kain’s aura only wrapping around the mortal’s head when he ‘ported’ hence why it was the only part of the slave that teleported when he did. The turned south and started walking in the direction of the pillars, which were barely a few feet away; they could hear the commotion being made by those already waiting and Raziel briefly wondered why so many people had to be here today, what was the big deal. Entering the clearing from the rear they walked in on a conversation.

 

“Did you bring him,” Mind was asking Vorador, as he walked across the base of the pillars, wings gleaming in the moonlight, obviously just been treated, Raziel half wondered if the guardian’s still took to the sky or remained land bound so as to not mess up their feathers.   

 

“I’m here,” Kain answered walking up behind the eight ancient guardian’s who were now gaping at him “not what you were expecting?” Kain asked, glaring at Vorador who had promised that this type of staring would not occur, the emerald skinned vampire looked apologetic.  

 

“Um . . . no,” Mind stuttered slightly before regaining his composure and looking down the bridge of his nose at the fledgling scion. “I thought you would be older, more evolved perhaps, not quiet so young.” at this Kain snorted and walked around on the grass to the front of the pillars deliberately not stepping onto the marble.

 

“I fear I am older than you,” Kain answered “for I have seen several futures of you’re world and lived through each of them.”  He smirked “you should know not to judge by appearance,” the mind guardian looked behind him at the other seven and turned back to Kain looking smug,

 

“We did not call you here to argue with you, Kain,” he spoke calmly, “you are one of us and it matters little what we say or think, this is the way the future has been written and so it shall be.” Kain rolled his eyes but held his tongue on the snapping comment he wanted to make and said simply

 

“Why did you call me here?”

 

“We have a . . . dilemma left over from you’re actions years ago.” States stepped forwards, Raziel felt his teeth grind together in anger and saw Kain blink in surprise, obviously Kain had not expected to be blamed for the actions of the daemons.

 

“And you found yourself incapable of controlling a few rouge daemons?” Kain sneered “the great pillar guardians? I thought you were warriors.” The look of disgust he received in return made the fledgling scion blink in confusion

 

“We have great warriors, but we will not fight these daemons it is not our place.”

 

“Actually I think it . . .,” Kain was interrupted

 

“And nor is it yours Balance you shall not be the one to do this,” Mind spoke “for you are a guardian and this is not a worthy task for you despite it being your failing that brought them here.”

 

“Excuse me?” Kain asked

 

“You do not belong in battle Balance, you belong with us. But we did not call you here to debate your duty.” Mind looked behind him at the pillars.

 

“Tonight is the night to call fate down to us and ask her guidance for the future,” Dimension spoke up, stepping forwards, Kain looked confused

 

“Why not just open the time stream,” he asked, the guardian’s looked appalled “it a lot easier to understand than fate,” Kain shrugged,

 

“The time stream is fragile and must not be tampered with,” Time spoke staying behind dimension and mind, almost as if cowering, “it shows only what might happen; it shows ripples of our actions now.”

 

“I am beginning to see why,” Kain breathed the guardian’s looked perplexed “why Raziel has become so frustrated with you, you are rather idle aren’t you.” He sighed “at least your mortal guardian’s got their hands dirty.”  

 

“We are the guardians not the soldiers,” came the reply, Kain almost baulked as he saw that it was conflict who gave this reply

 

“Nonsense give you a stick and some rocks to throw and you’ll be well away,” Kain smirked, “the daemons will be running for cover.” The guardians looked to each other then to Kain and after a few moments of silence in which the guardians seemed to have a staring contest with the scion they moved away. Each guardian moved to stand at the foot of their pillar and slowly called their magic to them. A few more moments went by in silence as the guardian’s built up their power pitifully slowly.  

 

“Is this a mime? Are they actually doing anything or is it theatre?” Kain asked Raziel snorted along with Vorador who tried to pretend he hadn’t

 

“No,” Janos snapped, he had not been amused “it takes time, to build up a reasonable amount of magic, this is only the beginning.”

 

“You’re serious?” Kain asked, Janos nodded looking somewhat perplexed, “not only do they refuse to fix the problem caused by their messing with the demonic worlds but they can’t even call up a mediocre amount of power between them.”  

 

“Come back Moebius all is forgiven.” Raziel whispered hoping no one heard him. Kain looked to his child strangely; his memory of Moebius still missing but knowing his child’s rage at the man the comment still confused him. “Moebius was a weedy old man,” Raziel explained “but he had more power in his fingernail than this lot and he held us at bay for thousands of years and destroyed the ancient vampire race; this lot couldn’t fight there way out of a paper bag.”

 

Kain snorted at his child’s comment and becoming bored waiting for the ancients to do something, stepped up onto the marble. As Raziel had expected the symbols flared to life, burning with purifying flame; the guardian’s almost fell over, shocked by the sudden outpouring of raw magical power. They stopped their calling and watched as Kain walked over to the balance pillar and touched it setting it alight so the pillar to blazed as if made from white fire.

 

“What . . . what are you doing,” Nature asked

 

“I have other tings to do,” Kain snapped “I don’t want to be here all damn day.” With a magical effort the scion pushed the flame from his pillar into those behind it alighting the pillars two by two until all nine were blazing bright enough to light the night sky. Nature slowly reached forwards and touched his own pillar with the tips of his talons.

 

“They’re . . . tingling,” he spoke stupidly, “they’re . . . they’re living again.”

 

“It is balance that calls, Balance that wakes.” A voice came from the air, those around the pillars took a few steps back and Kain glanced at his child

 

“You can hear that?” he asked Raziel nodded and watched wide eyed as his father dissolved into laughter.  “And to think . . . and to think . . . I thought . . . I was mad.” Kain managed between laughter

 

“Kain the redeemer,” the voice spoke again “why do you wake me.”

 

“Kain,” Vorador’s voice was shaking “who is that?”

 

“Why am I woken once more by you, Redeemer?”

 

“Vorador meet Adonel the soul of the balance pillar.” Kain was still sniggering quietly to himself a relieved laughter now he knew he wasn’t mad. Vorador looked to Janos who had tears in his eyes.

 

“Redeemer?” the soul of the balance pillar demanded, voice still smooth and gentle but with a slightly peeved tone to it now.

 

“When the pillars were raised our nine most powerful mages were sacrificed, their souls made the pillars. We thought . . . thought them dead in the stone, that no one had enough power to wake them again . . .  it seems we were misplaced in our knowledge.”

 

“Kain.” The pillar snapped gentleness gone from her voice and Kain smirked at it “what would you have of me Redeemer, you who restored us.”

 

“They wish to call on fate,” Kain answered “can you do this?”

 

“I am Balance I can call Fate for you if . . .,” the pillar spoke but was interrupted as Kain slashed his own palm and pressed it to the burning marble, the blood was absorbed. “Thank you Redeemer.” Kain stepped down from the marble.

 

The light around the pillars grew suddenly, no longer merely lighting the sky but blinding the earth and sky both. The light burned brighter than then sun and whiter than the moon and blinded everyone but did not last long, when it cleared fate lay in the circle of the pillars. She blinked and stood, moving towards the edge of the circle to find she could not leave, she was bound as Arial had once been.

 

“Why have you summoned me?” she asked at last, Kain looked to the others and shrugged, slowly Mind stepped up. 

 

“We wish for guidance,” he spoke clearly and slowly as if to a child

 

“I have given you the prophecy,” Fate answered “that is all the help I may give you,”

 

“Could you re-word it then?” Raziel snapped stepping up beside his father, the guardian’s glared at him as if only guardians may talk to fate. Fate smiled at Raziel

 

“Very well young one, I shall not reword it but I will make it clearer as far as I am allowed.” She took a few steps forwards

 

“Please speak plainly,” Raziel asked looking frustrated, Fate’s smile widened at him and for a moment she was beautiful to him, for that single moment the reaver sprit forgot why he hated her and wondered if there was a way to keep her. But the moment died and Raziel resurfaced in his own mind.

 

“Acena is mad in his lust for power,” she began “he is changing the balance but was interrupted

 

“Who’s Acena,” Raziel interrupted, again he was glared at by the guardian’s, Kain hissed at them quietly and not surprisingly they backed down. Afraid of the scion who had the power to wake the pillars.

 

“Acena is that which keeps me balanced, he is chaos while I am order, he is destiny while I am fate” she answered “one of us cannot exist without the other, we must be balanced; by starving me of my life energy he is in effect killing us both,”

 

“He’s breaking the system, creating chaos where there was order, sounds like he’s doing his job,” Kain muttered

 

“And you must do yours Balance,” Fate turned and looked squarely at the balance guardian “we must be balanced or all will end. Without his influence life would stagnate, death would not occur in the world, but without my influence there would be no new life no birth all would descend into chaos. Nosgoth would die.” 

 

“Since when is it my job to baby sit you,” Kain snapped earning a hiss from the guardian of the mind

 

“You are that which was absorbed,” Fate spoke to Kain, Kain’s expression fell, “you have been reborn as the prophecy said, you have seen those who wronged you and who you have wronged and you have made the nine sing once more,”

 

“You lie spirit,” he snapped anger clear in his voice

 

“I do not lie Balance, I cannot lie,” Fate came close to the edge of the circle and placed her hand on the barrier “you have been called back by Nosgoth to keep it safe once again.”

 

“Have . . . have I not done enough for you!” Kain was yelling now, the grass around the pillars was turning a sickly brown as magic poured out from him in his lack of control “I spent my life saving this blasted stinking land and you wish for me to . . . to relive that fate, to give this life also,”

 

“I do not wish Balance, I cannot wish. You have no choice, you will save the land once again or it will perish, non other can do this task. But you are not alone this time.”

 

Kain was silent, and Raziel could feel the anger and frustration pulsing out of him, the sickly brown death had reached the edge of the trees now and the leaves were dying, bark falling from the branches and slowly the trees began to rot.

 

“Kain,” Vorador spoke quietly, Kain’s head snapped up and he glared, Vorador pointed to the death emanating around him and Kain just blinked then turned to walk away.

 

“Wait,” Fate called, Kain kept walking “Acena has touched you, he has placed something inside you, it is something I can remove.” Kain stopped and turned back “Acena has altered your mind Balance, you yourself are unbalanced. You cannot heal Nosgoth if you yourself are contaminated, this was shown to you before by your child.”

 

“My name isn’t Balance,” Kain snapped walking back towards the barrier and stepping over it like it was nothing more than stuffy air “my name is Kain, if I am to be the one to fix this at least have the decency to call me by my name.”

 

“Very well Kain,” Fate said and placing small hands on his shoulders reached up and kissed his forehead, then she was gone.

 

“I’m getting sick of this,” Raziel snapped after a few moments of awkward silence.

 

“How dare you talk to the Fate!” Mind had walked over to them “how dare you address her, she who gives us purpose, how dare you! how . . .,” he was interrupted as Kain blatantly walked through him, knocking him to the ground and snarling at him briefly

 

“Kain,” Vorador called as Kain made to walk away, Kain turned to him his face frighteningly blank and without looking at any of them he spoke 

 

“I’m going back now,” he said simply before erupting in a fleet of silver winged bats that spiralled up skywards and flew towards the mansion.

 

End Chapter

 

Authoress Note: dun! Dun! DUN! What did fate do to Kain!! Cliffy . . . well sort of its all I could manage at three a clock in the damn morning. I must sleep now!

 

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