Creation

Book One: The Balance of Life and Death

 

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.

 

Dedications: And As always this is also dedicated to my beta reader ‘odeena skywalker’ aka ‘Anne Shard’ because without whom this would most likely be practically unreadable for many. Also this goes to another friend of mine who would like to remain nameless but he’s been a great help and I just want to let him know how grateful I am.

 

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 one.

 

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

 

 

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Chapter Four

 

{One month later}

 

Four weeks later and the prophecy was still as foreign as it had been when first received. Raziel’s mood was currently immensely foul, a combination of frustration at this new prophecy and the storms arriving. The rainy season in Nosgoth was not long but when it started it did not stop or let up until the end of the season, it was surprising that there were not more floods than there were. Raziel had asked Vorador when he had experienced his first rainy season in the mansion, what stopped the mansion flooding? It was strange that it didn’t as the swamp was wet all year round and when the rainy season truly came it was always the first place to flood and yet the mansion remained safe, dry and warm. Vorador had answered that it was an enchantment of sorts placed on the building and gardens years ago and tuned up every few years.

 

So not only was the fledgling vampire and spirit of the reaver frustrated with the prophecy but his frustration was added to as he was trapped inside the mansion. He truly hated the rainy season now, being trapped inside a building with people who thought you were slowly going insane was not Raziel’s idea of a fun filled season. He remembered when he had truly been a fledgling, he had loved the rainy seasons then Kain was always amusing when bored and they always had ways to ‘entertain’ themselves; many a year Raziel would come to the sanctuary just before the rainy season so as to be ‘accidentally’ trapped within for a month or so, of course when questioned by his father he always denied this. But then again Kain had the ability to teleport him back to his clan and he had never used it, so Raziel had always known his ‘visits’ were enjoyed.

 

However towards the end of Raziel’s time as a lieutenant Kain had changed, he had become less and less amusing and more and more frustrated and foul tempered. At the time Raziel hadn’t known what to think about his Sires dramatic personality change but now he thought he understood. That must have been when Kain had discovered the Chronoplast and had truly started to try and think his way out of the dilemma. All his fathers past actions made some sort of sense to him now, he sighed remembering the night before he had entered the change that last time, Kain had sat up all night talking to him, refusing to let him sleep until it had been impossible to keep him awake, Raziel had woken briefly once before he entered the change completely his father had still been there watching him. He remembered laughing to himself and accusing Kain of being over protective but now he understood his father’s grief.

 

Shaking his head as if trying to move the memories to the back of his mind Raziel turned to look out of the window. The last storm of the rainy season was in full swing. The rainy season had been very, very short this year; usually lasting at least a month and a half, but this years had only lasted a month before the final storm set in. Despite hating the rainy season Raziel had to admit he did like storms, he liked sitting and listening to them, the sound of rain hitting the glass hard enough to almost break it, the wind howling through the gardens, he wondered how many trees had died this year due to the wind. He used to sit up and listen to them when young also; listening to the raging weather tearing Nosgoth apart usually countered by the slow even breaths of his sleeping father.

 

“Some storm,” Melchiah said opening the door and slipping into the dull room; unintentionally wrenching Raziel from painful memories, Raziel was grateful.

 

“It’s loud,” Raziel admitted blinking hard, his eyes were stinging far more than they had a right to “where is everyone, the mansions so still now, like everyone’s evolving.”

 

“They’re sleeping,” Melchiah nodded and came to kneel next to his brother by the window. “What were you thinking?”

 

“Strange question,” Raziel smiled and jumped as a branch whipped at the window, Melchiah stood for a moment and went to the bed pulling one of the thick furs away and taking it back to the window, dropping half over his brother and the other half around his shoulders.

 

“I remember the storms when we were young; they scared me half to death.” Melchiah laughed quietly pulling the fur up over his head, 

 

“You were already dead,” Raziel pointed out, the fur soft against his lifeless skin; he curled deeper into it wrapping the warmth around himself and pressing closer to his brother, grateful for the company. Storms always made him think to much.

 

“Yes, and Zephon used to run around the sanctuary trying to terrify me,” Melchiah sounded peeved “bastard,” Raziel snorted a laugh 

 

“I remember when you tried to get even and the two of you ended up chasing each other round the sanctuary,” Raziel muttered, “wasn’t that the year that you two . . .”

 

“Yes and yes we used to torture each other . . . but I think all brothers do, Sebastian’s has told me some interesting stories,” the youngest laughed “did you know him and Kain used to place rather evil traps around the mansion for Faustus and Marcus?”

 

“Can’t say I blame them,” Raziel muttered trying to imagine his father tormenting his adoptive siblings. Strange how fate works, Kain being taken in by his unknowing elder brother was obviously no accident.

 

“They locked Faustus in the basement once and forgot he was there,” Melchiah sniggered

 

“How long,” Raziel smiled, remembering doing something similar to Dumah.

 

“Just a few nights, Vorador found him eventually,” Melchiah shook his head, “I’m surprised we all didn’t grow up twisted,”

 

“I think we did,” Raziel corrected “grow up twisted that is,”

 

“I find it strange,” Melchiah mumbled “that I can’t remember anything after you . . . well after Kain . . . after you left,” Raziel sighed

 

“Just fates way of fixing things, I doubt anything interesting happened anyway, after all without me what would you have done with yourself,” he yawned once again feeling grateful to his younger brother for coming to him, finally able to stop thinking and relax Raziel rested his head on Melchiah’s shoulder and let himself doze.

 

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The damage done by the storm was immense, more so than Raziel had expected. He had expected to lose some trees maybe even a rooftop but there was nothing that could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes when he walked into the cemetery the following morning.

 

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“VORADOR!” the cry made the elder vampire almost fall from his chair as Raziel barrelled into the east wing library covered in muck, blood and swamp residue smelling like the inside of a half rotten corpse.

 

“Wha . . .” the elder vampire wasn’t allowed to finish his question before he was given an answer and it was one he most defiantly was not expecting.

 

“He’s gone Vorador!” Raziel panted, gripping the elders arm and trying to pull him from his seat, “come on we have to find him!” Vorador glared at the blood and muck Raziel was getting on his coat, the delicate stitching would not take kindly to being washed, he hissed lightly.

 

“Who?” Vorador frowned and eventually allowed the over egger fledgling to pull him out of his chair, his book falling to the floor. Raziel looked half crazed, eyes wild with excitement and fear, clawed hands shaking violently; Vorador half expected him to start foaming at the mouth.

 

“Kain! Kain’s gone,” Raziel snapped dragging the elder through the mansion, dripping over the carpet. Raziel glared at Vorador and noting the elders confused expression he elaborated, “I went to see him after the storm and everything was broken apart, the casket was empty, there was a lot of blood and all of the attendants were dead, drained and dry like dust.” 

 

“Your mad Raziel,” Vorador spoke appalled and stopped walking and no matter how hard the fledgling pulled he would not be moved, Raziel hissed and let go of the elder holding up a hand.

 

It was blood covered Vorador frowned, the childe had hurt himself? Parental nature taking over he took the fledglings hand suddenly stopped, it smelt . . . very familure, almost without thought his tongue flicked out lapping at the half congealed blood on Raziel’s hand. Power flickered through him like white hot lightening making his eyelids flutter, and he knew exactly where the blood had come from. Everyone had a unique flavour everyone’s blood was slightly different, like a fingerprint and right now he tasted a light spice coupled with raw seething power, even in this half congealed blood the power was almost throbbing.

 

Kain.

 

“Dead bodies don’t bleed,” Raziel hissed, “He’s out there and he’s hurt,” without saying anything more Raziel turned and stalked down the corridor towards the main entrance of the mansion, Vorador following.

 

The corridors were filled with his tension and Raziel could feel the power of the glyphs stir in him again, he half expected fire to burst out across his skin, but he swallowed keeping it inside; now was not the time to lose it. When he’d arrived at the graveyard and saw the destruction he had believed the storm was responsible in pulling the ancient building down but once inside he saw that was not the case. The inside of the great building was black, it had been burnt from the inside and magic crackled in the air sending static jolts of electricity through him; he knew this spell, he knew this feeling, this was what happened when Kain’s lightening spell was called indoors. Lightening would fall down from the heavens and rip the building apart burning everything inside. It had happened before, only then he’d watched it happen from a distance as Kain infiltrated one of the human strong holds and tore it apart from the inside, it had been rather dramatic.

 

But as destroyed as the rest of the building had been it was nothing compared to the scene that met him inside the main chamber. The great stone box that had held his father was broken, kicked out from the inside, blood coated the floor both human and vampire; the six attendants lay dead around the room and leading away down the southward corridor was bloody human footprints.

 

“Wait,” Vorador snapped Raziel span on his heal ready to yell at the ancient vampire “we will need aid,” Raziel glared for a moment eager to be on his way but Vorador was right and he nodded his consent. Vorador went very still and Raziel felt the power of the whisper emanate from the ancient beast. He waited for a few moments before Vorador turned to him again.

 

“Well,” he snapped, tension making him angry. The foot prints leaving the tomb were human not cloven, Kain had not walked out of that place. Someone had taken him out and by the mess of the tomb they had done it by force. But that made no sense, no one could hurt his father it just wasn’t physically possible let alone a human and anyway why would a mortal attack barefooted, it made no sense.

 

“Janos is already on his way here,” Vorador spoke after a moment snapping Raziel from his musings “your brothers are all to far away to help except Melchiah who is,”

 

“Here,” Melchiah interrupted the ancient vampire, “Magnus is just coming along with Sebastian, I didn’t find Marcus or Faustus,”

 

“Why so many?” Raziel asked, Vorador looked uncomfortable, Raziel felt his undead heart beat even faster and his head span slightly, this could not be good.

 

“I have been brought back from death young one,” Vorador sighed “it is a frightening experience, you are disorientated, alone, and your memory is jumbled; both times when I was brought back I panicked and had to be subdued until my memory gave me the bits I needed.”

 

“What are you saying?” Melchiah spoke angrily before Raziel could manage “that we’re going to have to fight our father! We’ll be killed I’ve seen him kill armies before!!”

 

“We just need to keep him still until he can think properly.” Vorador protested “he’ll be weak and unsure of himself, it won’t be that difficult.”

 

“How come you’re so sure it’s Father?” Melchiah asked and Raziel held out his hand, Melchiah blinked for a moment before leaning down and sniffing at the drying blood, the tip of his tongue flicking out to taste; the fledgling paused. “My god,” he breathed

 

“Hence the numbers,” Vorador snapped “I know Kain and he’ll not go down without a fight.”

 

“You want us to fight him!” Raziel snapped, Vorador opened his mouth to argue but closed it, he knew this was not an argument he could win and so he changed the subject.

 

“No doubt he’ll be starving so he’ll have headed to the nearest village,” Vorador paused “Ziegsturhl, he’ll be in Ziegsturhl or maybe Nachtholm,” he paused, “we’ll track him from the graveyard,” Raziel turned to look behind him as the scent of Janos came up the corridor just before the ancient vampire who was accompanied by Magnus and Sebastian, he turned back to Vorador.

 

“You really believe me don’t you?” he asked

 

“Dead bodies do not bleed; this blood is your fathers.” Vorador smiled “it looks like you got your wish little one,” with that said he gripped Raziel’s and Melchiah’s shoulders and teleported them to the graveyard. Raziel winced, he hated teleporting, he could now perform small teleports over a few meters, he’d been able to ‘port’ himself out from the guardian’s chamber at the last meeting but had only been able to go as far as the far side of the door.

 

They arrived moments before Janos, Magnus and Sebastian; without waiting Raziel tore down the corridor leading them to the main chamber which was the same as when he’d left it. The vampires spread all over the room checking it over but it was Janos who called everyone’s attention. He was knelt by the bloody footprints left behind.

 

“I may be wrong but wasn’t your father evolved when he died,” Janos asked Raziel swallowed, he knew someone would notice.

 

“He was,” Vorador answered as if just realising what the ancient was looking at, the footprints were humane, not the taloned feet of an evolved vampire but the prints of a fledgling or mortal.

 

“What does this mean?” Magnus asked voicing Raziel’s question “that it’s not Kain, if not then where is he? And who did this?” Vorador stood up and took a deep breath through his nose sharply,

 

“Kain left through this door,” he said slowly “he . . . maybe he was carried out?”

 

“Either way we have to find him!” Raziel snapped bolting down the corridor following the prints until they faded then he followed his nose.

 

This was amazing; his father had really come back! He knew he hadn’t been abandoned here! He knew it; he knew Kain hadn’t willingly died! Fate must have given him an ultimatum or maybe . . . it didn’t matter now, all that mattered now was finding him. He ran forwards not realising when he ran through wrought iron bars until a shout from Melchiah stopped him. Vorador slipped through the bars with a mist form and Raziel silently thanked fate for allowing him to keep his wraith abilities.

 

“You two go on,” Melchiah said, noting his brother eagerness to be going.

 

“If you find him call me,” Janos spoke carefully as if watching his words “I’ll teleport us to you,”

 

“When,” Raziel snapped correcting the ancient vampire “when we find him, not if.” this was his father, Vorador believed him why would Janos say that?

 

Shaking the question from his mind he ran forwards and out of the burial shrine, Vorador beside him, he stopped for a moment less able to follow his fathers scent outside, the wind and cool air killing it. It was Vorador who drew his attention to the blood, more blood splattered on the ground, it was Kain’s and a few feet away the body of one of the guards.

 

“It’s not going to be much of a homecoming if he goes on a killing spree,” Vorador muttered

 

“Janos doesn’t think its him,” Raziel breathed “why do you and don’t say dead bodies don’t bleed,”

 

“Janos never really knew Kain, they met once along time ago in Meridian but it was short; I knew Kain, I lived with him for a long time, I miss him just as much as you do,” Raziel snorted “it’s true, and I don’t know that its him, it might not be, it might be a hoax or some such, but I WANT it to be him, I want this to be real.”

 

“So do I,” Raziel sighed before heading off in the direction of Ziegsturhl

 

What if it wasn’t his father? What if Janos was right? Just him and Vorador wanting it to be Kain didn’t mean it was, this could be a hoax. Raziel gritted his teeth mentally imagining what he would do to those responsible if it was a hoax. He glanced at Vorador as they bolted towards the village of Ziegsturhl, the look of grim determination on his features made Raziel realise he had not been the only one mourning his father’s loss, Vorador just hid it better. It was only then that Raziel actually gave a thought to what the elder must have gone through, he’d practically adopted the fledgling scion, taken him in as one of his own, one of his fledglings and then to find out that Kain was actually his brother. Briefly Raziel wondered what it would be like losing both a fledgling and a brother all at once and shivered he opened his mouth to apologise to Vorador but was stopped as they entered Ziegsturhl.

 

“Rooftops,” Vorador breathed “we’ll cover more ground.” And with that they leapt upwards onto one of the lower buildings before leaping again onto a higher one. Together they searched the village and it didn’t take long to find what they were looking for. 

 

It hit Raziel like a lead weight in the chest, Kain was in that house.

 

The shock of having his father given back to him hadn’t really hit him until now, it had all felt somewhat dream like, and he had been waiting for someone to tell him it couldn’t possibly be real or for him to suddenly open his eyes and to be in his bed in the mansion. But that hadn’t happened, here he was awake and watching the building he KNEW his father to be inside. The actual shock made him dizzy and he felt himself go faint; only Vorador’s grip on his shoulders kept him upright. The rooftop was damp still from the rains and slippy, the near faint had made them both wobble.

 

“Don’t you dare pass out on me,” Vorador snapped before going very still again and speaking through the whisper, seconds later Janos, Melchiah, Magnus and Sebastian appeared on the rooftop, Magnus slipped and slid down to the gutter where he managed to get a grip, Sebastian and Janos reached down to help him, Raziel watched for a moment before he sprang back up at the sound of a wooden doorway opening. Leaping to the edge of the rooftop he peered over the lip and watched as a figure left the building.

 

It was his father!

 

Yet it wasn’t . . .

 

Raziel blinked hard unable to understand what he was seeing, all of his senses were shouting at him that this was his father yet his eyes told otherwise. Before him stood a fledgling, not an ancient; something small, young, fragile and tense. The creature on the ground below him was tall and strong looking but not a strong as his father had been. The skin that wasn’t covered in the remains of clothing was pure white, like clean bone no emerald tint touched it anywhere. His hair was the same colour but far shorter than Kain’s had been at the time of his death, Raziel remembered it reaching just above his waist when untied but this . . . creatures only fell a little below his shoulders. Yet this creature smelt exactly like his father had, it walked the same way, it moved the same, everything was right and yet everything was wrong.

 

“By the gods,” Vorador’s voice breathed beside him, Raziel jumped not noticing the elder’s arrival, to enthralled by the creature bellow that was now slowly licking blood from its hand.

 

“What is it, a daemon?” Raziel managed before the lump in his throat stopped him talking, Vorador looked at him as if Raziel had just said the most absurd thing in history

 

“It’s Kain,” Vorador snapped then frowned “but . . . but he is as he was when I first met him, he looks newborn.” Raziel dropped to the ground, Kain went deathly still at the sound.

 

“Kain?” Raziel breathed as the fledgling slowly turned, Raziel expected any number of reactions except for the one he got, Kain blinked golden eyes at him, tilting his head curiously for a second before speaking.

 

“Who are you?” he asked, Raziel couldn’t answer. His voice was exactly the same but was this really his father? Without thought for how the creature before him would react he approached closer and glared at it, it frowned at him before glaring right back, as Raziel studied golden eyes. It was as if something suddenly clicked into place. 

 

“Kain?” Raziel whispered “dear gods above is that really you?” Kain frowned in confusion and slowly nodded flinching backwards as Raziel reached up to touch his face.

 

“Who are . . .,” Kain froze suddenly as behind Raziel, Melchiah had just dropped from the rooftop, followed by Magnus, Sebastian and Janos. Kain crouched and hissed loudly, ebony claws glinting in the moonlight, Raziel span to look at those who had dropped from the roof and suddenly felt the tension in the air as Kain called magic to him but then just as suddenly it was gone. He turned and saw the tail end of the tattered cloak disappear round a corner.

 

“You idiots,” Vorador dropped gracelessly from the rooftop, landing heavily and tumbling backwards “why did you do that!”

 

“What?” Magnus asked, “We didn’t do anything,”

 

“You frightened him; he was perfectly alright until you all pounced on him!” Vorador got back to his feet and walked after Kain, Raziel ran to catch up,

 

“Shouldn’t we run?” he asked, his heart still pounding from the recent discovery.

 

“No,” Vorador said firmly “the last thing we want is for him to panic, god knows what he’ll do. I do not want to be responsible for setting him off and destroying a village.” Raziel nodded unable to calm his hammering heart, his father was back, back from death but he was different, he was himself as he was when he was newborn he was exactly the . . . Raziel paused

 

“He didn’t know me,” he breathed feeling his heart stop and his eyes burn

 

“I told you his memory will be impeded for a while, maybe a few days, we have to restrain him till then and then we can . . .,”

 

“Vorador?”  both vampires span around like lightening and stared, Kain stood half submerged in the darkness of an alleyway, tattered cloak held weakly around him, the material was ragged and practically falling from him, blood soaked and mud covered. Kain frowned hard and slowly stepped a little into the light bare feet sinking into the mud which was splattered high up his legs from having run through the forest. “Vorador,” the fledgling spoke again. 

 

“Kain?” Vorador swallowed and surprised Raziel by rubbing at an eye quickly, Vorador really had missed him, again for a split second Raziel felt guilt at not realising he wasn’t the only one suffering. “Are you alright? We’ve been looking for you.” Vorador held out an emerald talon to the younger fledgling and waited, wanting Kain to come to him.

 

Raziel watched as almost without question or hesitation Kain took Vorador’s talon with a blood covered clawed hand and Raziel felt a stab of grief. So this was his father before the betrayal at Meridian; this was his father when he still trusted people, it was saddening, yet at the same time it was one of the greatest event’s he’d ever witnessed and he actually laughed at the gesture causing Kain to jump back and Vorador to glare at him. He continued to watch as Vorador looked the pale fledgling over, Kain letting him move him around to look over all of him for injuries.

 

“You seem in one piece, I’m glad,” Vorador smiled, Kain just looked even more confused

 

“Who are you Vorador?” he asked

End of chapter

 

Authoress Note: HE’S ALIVE!! HE’S ALIVE!! MAW HA HA . . . alright Frankenstein moment over, *tuts* I’ve always wanted to play doctor Frankenstein *sigh* anyway is this getting a little to far from reality or is it still alright, please let me know.

 

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