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 it’s 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
Six
It
was three days since the visit to the circle and two days since Kain had locked
himself in his room and completely ignored anyone who came to the door. The
voluntary exclusion had left everyone puzzled until Vorador actually managed to
get inside the room, Raziel and a few others had waited outside the doorway
expectantly, trying unsubtly to eavesdrop but the voices were to muffled to
hear through the dark wood. However after a moment there was a loud growl from
the room followed by a crash and Vorador had been unceremoniously shoved out of
the door, his nose bloody.
“So
what’s wrong with him?” Raziel asked for the sixth time as Janos dapped at his
child’s nose with a tissue before ‘accidentally’ dropping the tissue and having
to lick the blood away.
“He
has remembered . . . something and he needs time to sort it out,” Vorador
managed when Janos drew back long enough to let him speak
“Why
is that bad?” Magnus was lounging on a chair across the room a book in his lap,
Sebastian stood behind him “other than slight confusion,” Magnus added “it is
strange that his memory is all over the place instead of chronological.”
“Well
his life wasn’t exactly chronological was it,” Raziel snapped glaring, Magnus
shrugged but Sebastian glared back. Normally Sebastian’s backbone when it came
to Raziel was non existent and he seemed almost frightened of the reaver
spirit. However Sebastian miraculously developed a backbone when ever anyone
went for Magnus.
“Plus
father was never the most ‘stable’ person,” Melchiah said quietly trying to
ignore the glare Raziel gave him
“Nupraptor
position isn’t in him any more!” Raziel growled “none of the other circle has
it any longer why should he!”
“Actually,”
Vorador sighed getting everyone’s attention back, “its none of those, he’s
remembered why he was fighting in Meridian,” Sebastian coughed suddenly and
wobbled on his feet “don’t worry,” Vorador flinched suddenly as Janos moved his
broken nose back into place so it would heal straight “he’s not coming after
you,”
“You
mean he’s not angry?” Sebastian asked, Vorador snorted then winced again
“Tell
that to my nose,” he muttered “but no he’s not angry at you,
he’s just . . . confused.”
“But
he was raging before, he killed me,” Sebastian swallowed Vorador seemed
impatient
“Yes
well last time he didn’t remember the guilt he felt after killing you, he
didn’t remember the Serefan Lords words to him . . . the world looks different
when you can see it from the past and the future.” He looked to Raziel “just
give him another day or so and he’ll straighten it out,”
“Yes
well what about the meantime?” Raziel sighed and slumped back in his chair.
“We
leave him,” Vorador answered “there’s nothing else we can do as I highly doubt
he would accept help if we offered it.” He tried to smile comfortingly at
Raziel when the fledgling looked even worse then before “He’ll be fine,”
Vorador urged
“Um
. . . yeah,” Raziel breathed “I’m . . . I’m going to get some air,” and with
that he stood and marched out through the glass doors and round to the front
courtyard. The fledgling had no idea where he would walk just that he needed to
be out, if he remained in that place where he could practically taste his
father on the air he knew he would only end up exacerbating the situation.
The
air was cold and crisp, the snow still hard on the ground. Nosgoth would be
frozen for the next few months until the thaw when the snow would turn to slush
and become dangerous. When the snow was melting in the thaw the vampires tended
to behave in a similar way to when the rainy season came; they remained indoors
sleeping through most of it. A lot of vampires actually slipped into an
evolutionary sleep during a rainy season or a thaw, the same way many animals
slept through the winters. Raziel smirked half wishing
evolutions hit every year instead of every few decades or so; however a crunch
to his side made the fledgling jump and lose his thoughts. Glancing to the
source of the sound he saw his father clambering gracefully from the hidden
tunnel, Kain looked around making sure he was alone, unable to spot his childe
as the fledgling was far down wind. When he believed himself to be alone Kain
moved onward through the swamp and after a moment Raziel followed.
He
followed his fathers boot prints in the snow until he could see him ahead; then
he leapt upwards and followed through the treetops. Surprisingly Kain didn’t
turn towards the villages when Raziel expected him to but instead turned
further westward. Frowning Raziel continued to follow wondering to himself what
Kain was doing, why would he leave the mansion if not to hunt; did he even
remember his way around Nosgoth? Kain paused suddenly and sniffed the air,
Raziel froze, knowing he’d made to much noise or not realised which way the
wind was blowing or some other trivial thing that would give away his presence.
Kain turned and looked right at him before sighing and moving onwards. Raziel
knew that his father knew he was there but for some reason he wasn’t calling
him out. This confused the reaver spirit and so wrapped up was he in his
confusion that he failed to notice the second set of tracks on the other side
of the briars.
They
continued moving westward for half an hour and in the distance Raziel could see
the pillars, it became obvious that that was were Kain was heading, although
Raziel wasn’t sure why he would want to see the pillars. He paused, Kain was
still a guardian, he was still the balance guardian.
The aura that the guardians all held still hovered closely around him, the
magic he used was still tied to the pillar unlike Arial and that generation of
guardians Kain had not been robed of his guardianship, he made the eight
ancient guardians into nine. Raziel nearly laughed wondering what the ancient
guardians would think of that. No doubt the image conscious guardians would be
worried that Kain didn’t match them, they’d paint him blue and glue paper wings
to him. Raziel nearly sniggered aloud, that’s what they got for being more
worried about image than power or their responsibilities as guardians.
A
loud snap to the left alerted Raziel to the fact they were not alone Kain to
must have heard it but he just kept walking; Raziel opened his mouth to shout
but was a second to late. The great black creature leapt, Raziel saw his father
spin and tense himself for the blow; he felt the air
crackle with magic. Deep in his mind he knew the black daemon wouldn’t be a
real problem for his father but the front of his mind was to busy screaming at
him for him to realise this and before he’d formulated a plan of any sort he’d
leapt. He collided heavily with the creature sending them both to the left
missing his father and landing in a briar. A hand gripped his shirt collar and
pulled hard, drawing him out of the briar and off the daemon which was also
getting to its feet.
“Why are you following me?!” Kain demanded
However
before Raziel could answer the daemon charged making both vampires leap to the
sides to avoid being impaled on yellow horns. Raziel blinked as Kain moved
forwards slashed the creature across the eyes with his claws and shifted into
mist to avoid being clawed in return.
“Why
do I not have my damn sword?” Kain muttered coming back into solid form next to
his child, Raziel smiled before he could help himself and leapt again; glyph
magic poured through him and fire erupted over the daemon as he struck it,
bouncing backwards he smirked as the huge creature writhed. “Show off,” Kain
muttered before several lines of white lightening fell from the sky straight
onto the daemon, the creature exploded.
“I’m
showing off?” Raziel answered, Kain just smirked
“I’ve
fought these creatures before,” Kain stated plainly, Raziel nodded
“Yes
you have, they shouldn’t be here any longer after what you . . . after the land
was purified but for some reason they remain.” The reaver spirit shrugged “we
do not know why or where they are coming from but we will soon.”
“Did
you check Avernus?” Kain asked, Raziel blinked at him and Kain shrugged “don’t
ask me where it is or why you should go there . . . it’s just a gut feeling.”
“You’re
‘gut’ feelings have saved us quiet a few times,” Raziel remarked “and no we
have not checked Avernus, it’s rubble now, it was never rebuilt after the great
fire.” Raziel swallowed “you’re heading to the pillars?” he asked Kain sighed
“Yes
and as you’re here already you might as well come along, seeing as how you had
to follow me.” Kain turned and continued heading west, the pillars were little
than half an hour away. Raziel smiled knowing his father would have sent him
back if he truly did not want to be with him, the gesture was not lost on the
young vampire.
“You
want to see the pillars?” Raziel asked although he knew the answer “there white
now,” he mumbled. Swallowing he asked a question he’d wanted to ask since he’d
given himself up to the blade. “How . . . how did you know that you would be
able to fix the pillars?”
“That,”
Kain smirked “was the easy part,” he looked towards the distant pillars for a
moment before answering “when they were black and corrupted and when others
touched them they were cold, hard and dead beneath their fingers but when I
touched them I felt magic pulsing underneath the surface, the blackness would
crumble away where my hand was and that tiny part would be whole and pure until
I drew back. My magic could heal a tiny part of them for a few seconds just by
touching them.”
“How
did you know that it wasn’t just because you were the last guardian,” Raziel
asked
“I
didn’t know for sure,” Kain answered honestly “but I trusted myself, it was the
only thing I have ever been sure about in my life, I could not be wrong.”
The
woods grew thinner as they approached and Raziel found himself wondering just
what Kain had meant when he said that restoring the pillars was the only thing
he had ever been sure of in his life. His father had always seemed so sure
about everything he did, so strong, but Raziel was quickly learning that this
self confidence was mostly a mask put in place to hide a weakness. When the
land had first been healed he’d spent much time with Vorador as well as Janos
and Vorador had told him a great deal about his father when he was younger; it
had shocked Raziel that Kain had so little faith in himself and even less in
those around him. But Raziel liked to think he understood why. The pillars were
loaming up in the distance now and Kain was smiling a strange sort of smile,
one Raziel had rarely seen.
They
entered the clearing that held the pillars and Raziel almost felt the tension
and confusion melt away from his father. He remembered a long time ago Kain
telling him that when he fed he gained clarity and never before had Raziel
understood what he had meant but watching him now Raziel knew, certain things
in this world made your problems melt away, made them insignificant and
worthless gave you a clear head and gave you clarity. The pillars stood whole
and pristine, great pillars of white Marble. Raziel wondered what it must be
like to look at them and see living things rather than just stone, but his
thoughts were interrupted as Kain stepped up onto the marble base and the
symbols carved into the ground glowed with power, both Kain and Raziel froze,
Raziel seemed panicked while Kain seemed relieved.
“Alright,”
Raziel murmured “that’s never happened before,” Kain turned to him and smiled,
it was an odd gesture to Raziel, he’d seen it to few times in the past. But it
seemed to fit him better than the usual smirk or frown.
“This
is what happened the first time I saw the pillars.” Kain smiled to him “I think
I was nine, maybe ten, my father brought me up here to see them,” Kain laughed
“poor man nearly had a breakdown when they responded to me. Pulled me back
before I could touch them, took me home and told me to never tell anyone what
had happened; after a while I just forgot it had happened.” he turned back from
Raziel to the pillars “I admit when I found out I was the balance guardian I
wasn’t as surprised as I should have been, I think subconsciously I already
knew.”
“But,”
Raziel stumbled over his words, blinded suddenly as Kain touched the balance
pillar and the light from the symbols intensified, he watched as the light
moved up into the pillar and down Kain’s arm into him. Kain stayed that way for
a moment before drawing back. “That does not happen when the other guardian’s
touch the pillars!” Raziel snapped as Kain walked back and sat on the edge of
the marble base, the light dying down to a comfortable glow now. Kain sighed
and looked confused again.
“I
don’t know,” he breathed after a moment
“You
don’t know what?” Raziel asked sitting next to him
“Anything,
there is so much that I should know but I don’t,” he groaned and fell backwards
lying on the marble base
“Like
how you powered up the pillar,” Raziel turned to look at the balance pillar
still faintly glowing, Kain smirked, Raziel paused and swallowed “or who I am
or why you hate Sebastian?” Kain looked uncomfortable
“I
don’t know,” Kain shrugged “I don’t even know that, I don’t remember anything;
nothing solid only fragments, unrelated fragments and emotions. I remember
killing Sebastian but I don’t really remember why, something to do with that fight
in Meridian the one I lost; but I remember how angry I was when I struck him
that last time and how at fault I felt after.”
“It’ll
sort itself out.” Raziel mumbled, repeating Vorador’s words hoping they were
true. It didn’t seem to be getting better though, the more time that passed the
more confused Kain seemed to become.
“I
don’t remember you,” Kain snapped suddenly “but . . .,”
“It
doesn’t matter that you don’t remember me,” Raziel interrupted “it doesn’t
matter,”
“I don’t remember you but I remember what I
felt,” Kain breathed looking at his fledgling for a moment before looking away
“there are fragments, images but more so than that I know how I feel around you
and about you,” Raziel looked surprised, Kain looked confused and shook his head
as if fed up
“Father?” Raziel breathed feeling pure unadulterated joy
spread through his veins,
“It’s
strange not knowing why I feel this attached to you, I can’t . . .” Kain
started and before Raziel had really decided what to do
he had suddenly wrapped his arms around his father and crashed their lips
together in a bruising kiss. Desperate, needy and bruising, he smirked against
Kain’s mouth feeling all his father’s frustration and anger pour into that
single action; he felt the muscles along Kain’s back relax as the tension
almost flew out of him and he deepened their kiss. But instead of fighting his
child for dominacne like Raziel had expected, Kain drew his child into him. A
hand moved to cradle Raziel’s head, clawed fingers buring themselves in black
hair, claws tensing and untensing rhythmically. Raziel searched around his
father’s mouth finding fangs and teasing them making his father purr.
‘Accidently’ cutting his tounge so blood filled the kiss, leaking out therough
their joined lips. When he heard his father groan aginst him claws gripping his
scalp painfully he let his hands fall down his fathers back setteling on his
backside and pulling, almost forcefully hauling Kain into his lap and
tightening his grip began grinding against him,
“Do you remember how to teleport?” Raziel
gasped as Kain moved down to nip at his throat, he could teleport himself but
never further than a stones throw and he’d never been able to move more than
himself. He felt his father smile against his skin and then he was swallowed in
light.
≈ Δ ≈
He’d run down to the pantry to grab a bottle
or two or three.
Taking a deep breath Razeil pushed open the
door, expecting to see his father waiting for him and that’s what he got but
was surprised none the less to see that his father had already undressed and
seated on the edge of the fur covered bed. While he almost purred aloud at the
view it still shocked him how much more frgile his father was now that he was
younger, it amazed him really that such a ‘slight’ looking creature could
really have managed all Kain had done. But then again youth did have its advantages;
walking forwards he dropped the bottle on a table and moved to his father
suddenly crushing their mouths together again.
Years of lonliness and fear flew away with
that one touch, lust and love ignited like a parifin soaked blazer inside of
him and he felt like he was burning. It made him tremble to feel his father
bend to his will, his father who had always been so dominant before, always in
charge, on top was inviting him into his mouth onto his body. This would be a
nice reversal. Then Kain pulled back and Raziel whined only to shiver as he
felt him move lower.
He let out a small growl as his member
threatened to stain his pants, at the thought of what Kain was offering as he
moved lower and lower down his form. His mind raced as he thought for a way to
keep his control when he felt like his bones had turned to noddles, submissive
noddels that would quiet contentedly lie back and let his father do what he wanted.
Unfortunately for Raziel, thoughts vanished as his father knelt before him. Kain
absently rubbed his cheek against leather-clad thighs making his child swallow loudly;
his whole body tensed as if in pain but this wasn’t pain yet at the same time
it was. Dear god it had been so long since he’d been touched at all it was
agony and this was Kain, Kain who he thought he had lost forever, Kain who he
had gone through so much to now be with. His legs shivered and he nearly fell,
feeling as if his heart would burst.
“Don’t lie down yet,” Kain breathed and
despite the leather separating them, the younger vampire shivered at the
sensation of his father’s cool breath against his member.
“Then get on with it,” he spoke through
gritted teeth, and gripped the bed post hard for support as nimble clawed
fingers tugged at the laceings on leather pants and freed his child’s arousal. Raziel
let out a strained sound as the first tentitive kiss on the tip of his arousal
sent stars shooting off behind his eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was because it
had been so long or if it was because this was his father who was touching him
but he seemed amazingly sensitive tonight but then again Kain had always known
how to make him melt. He felt his hips jerk forwards sharply and felt his
father gag, but as he was about to pull back Kain purred sending vibrations
through him, making him shiver; claws sunk deep into the bed wood.
Raziel felt a horse cry escape him as his
father greedily devoured him, relaxing his throat and taking him in to the
hilt, pulling back slightly only to go back down again. Hand’s gripping
Raziel’s hips moved back to roam over his backside as the hard press of fangs
on either side of him just made Raziel shudder. He reached down to touch his father’s
hair, and burring clawed fingers deep into it and gripping hard. The action
made Kain purr again and again Raziel’s legs almost gave up their effort to
keep him upright ad he leaned back against the bed post. As his father’s tongue
teased the veins running along the underside of his shaft Raziel was unable to
prevent himself from bucking forwards, driving his shaft deeper into his
father’s mouth. He felt Kain laugh against him and his legs really did stumble
this time and he groaned. Kain seemed to take this as a sign as suddenly the suction
increased and the hands roaming Raziel’s backside moved with a purpose. Raziel
reached down to cradle his father to him, hips now bucking faster as he sought realease
from this torturous tightness that was both pain and pleasure, both physical
and emotional. His skin felt on fire, his every fiber sizzling from the raw
need and urgency racing through him. Then eyes fluttering close and head thrown
back, he screamed his release.
He felt heat on his face and brought a
shaking hand up to see what it was, blood, he hadn’t realised he was crying.
Catching his breath he let his mind rebuild itself, Raziel attempted to think Kain
had swallowed him before, but it had never been that intense it had always
seemed like Kain felt obligated to give him something before he took him but what
had just happened, he swallowed, that had felt like his father had really
wanted to do that for him. Swallowing again his throat dry he looked down, Kain
was still on his knees; hair tousled smirking up at him licking his lips.
Reaching down he cupped his father’s face surprised when Kain turned and placed
a kiss on his palm.
He was so different now, his father and yet
not his father, Raziel had mentioned this to Vorador over the last few days
when Kain had locked himself in his room. Vorador had wisely surmised that the
change was linked to Kain’s memory; something had occurred in
“Dear gods I love you,” Raziel all but
growled out as he roughly pulled Kain up and held them together with a crushing
force; bodies flushed against each other.
Eager hands groped Kain’s taut backside as
his mouth claimed his father’s in a ravenous kiss, the taste of himself in his
fathers mouth sent a lightening bolt of pure lust back down to his groin
reawkening him. Kain purred feeling his child ‘come back to life’ against him and
ground his hips against Raziel’s. Raziel groaned all thoughts of slow, tender
remembering and familiarizing themselves with each other were long forgotten;
he had to have his father right now. He needed it, the feeling of power and
need mixed together dangerously inside of him. Raziel pressed back, still half
expecting Kain to press against him but the aggressive action didn’t come,
instead Kain lifted a leg, winding it around his childs hip before lifting the
other allowing Raziel to lift him and turn them around dropping the onto the
bed without breaking their kiss. Insainly at the back of his mind Raziel made a
mental note to make his father eat more, Azimuth was right he was far to light,
to thin.
Kain groaned appreceativly as his childe’s tongue
ravished his mouth with harsh starved strokes, like a man deniead what he needs
most and finally has it in his hands. Impacient now, Kain’s claws shreaded the
shirt Raziel had been wearing, letting the tatters fall to the ground. Raziel
drew back slightly and Kain opened his mouth to speak but swallowed his words
as a desperate, starved mouth closed on his chest, nipping all the way down,
little shallow bites that bled droplets but made him arch and cry out.
“Roll over,” Raziel breathed drawing back,
and to his surpirise his father obeyed without a word, while still not sure if
he liked this submission or if t was to alien Raziel decided it did have good
points although part of him missed being pinned under a weight larger than his
own and taken, he missed the feeling of giving in, of being controlled and
dominated. But was beginning to enjoy the reverse.
Starting at the back of Kain’s neck Raziel
left a burning trail of little shallow bites down his father’s back, immensly
enjoying the little sounds they drew out of his normally quiet father. Grinning
he bit hard on the bottom of his fathers back, right on the joint where back
becomes backside. His father bucked at the bite and Raziel nearly got a broken
nose, Raziel drew back giving a panting Kain a moment to regroup.
“Touch . . . ,” a shallow breath “me,”
The words froze Raziel completely as he lent
back down, his father was normaly nearly silent during sex, Raziel was used to
nothing but growls and deep groans of approval; having him speak, having him
beg it made Raziel want to die to presserve the moment eternally. He couldn’t
help but obey and drew back sucking powerfully on a finger before sliding it
down his fathers back and inside him. He felt Kain tense then sigh and he lay
down, pressing all of his weight onto his fathers back, still searching inside
of him, showering opened mouthed kisses across Kain’s shoulders. After a moment
he slid anther finger inside and sissored them, stretching before resuming his
search. It didn’t take long to find the little protrusion and gently he
attacked it sinking fang into vein at the same moment.
The cry he got in return almost made him
stop, thinking either he was hurting his father or he had just brought him.
Swallowing hot blood he hadn’t tasted in over a millenia Raziel felt his eyes
burn again and he drew back, pulling back completely.
“Roll over,” he was embaressed at the hic-up
in his voice as the emotion worked its way up his throat. But the sight of his
father trembeling beneath him made him burn again.
“Now,” Kain breathed wrapping legs around his
child’s slim hips, Raziel smirked and holding his father’s hips in an iron
grip, he buried himself in Kain’s tight heat in one smooth thrust and the noise
he got in return set his very soul on fire.
“Now,” he answered when he found his voice. As
his father tightened around him Raziel drew back before snapping forwards, Kain
groaned appreciatively making Raziel tremble, trying to keep control. He moved
out a little and snapped forwards again, another groan once more and he heard
Kain scream. There that was it, with that knowledge Raziel let go of every
fiber of control he’d ever had.
Raziel growled as he slammed into his father’s
body, snapping his hips making them both cry out. His claws were digging into
alabastor hips and he pulled his father back onto him with each thrust; he was
drawing a lot of blood, the fur beneath them was becoming matted with it,
sticky and warm. The smell of blood however just made him move faster still,
movements becoming almost jerky, he was going to give himself wiplash, but it
didn’t matter. Leaning forwards he sunk fang into his father’s shoulder;
purring contently at the gasped cry and the tightening of pail arms around his
shoulders, black claws digging into the soft skin of his back, blood running
down between them making his movements smoother. He growled louder in his
throat as he desperatly sought release from the still painful pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of his mind it still hadn’t quiet sunk in that this was
his father he was finally with once more, he still couldn’t believe it, Fate
had given him the most wanted thing and it didn’t matter that he lacked a memory;
it really didn’t matter because he was still Kain and Kain still wanted him.
Love wasn’t tied to memory.
Time seemed to slow and speed up at the same
time, it was fast enough that the building pressure was growing pheonominaly
but it was slow enough that he could feel each sensation tearing through him
each time he sheathed himself fully in his father. So lost was he that he
barely noticed the splash of wet heat hitting his abs when Kain reached his
peak; all he knew was the tightening of the muscles around him as his own
orgasm caught him by surprise, sending him deep into unconciousness.
“That was good,” Raziel breathed as he slowly
woke, curled under clean furs wrapped around his almost asleep father. Kain
smiled at him sleepily, before closing his eyes “good,” he said again, Kain
laughed
“Is that all you’re going to say now?” he
asked still not openeing his eyes
“Mmm humm,” Raziel purred and nuzzled at
Kain’s shoulder “I have missed you!”
“So you keep saying,” Kain tightened his grip
on his child “how long could I have possibally been gone for you to miss me
this much,” Raziel swallowed
“You’ve been dead a mortal lifetime, but I
was gone an age and then we fought for a long time before then, so it’s . . . been over a millenium since I’ve last actually
told you,”
“Told me what?” Kain frowned opening an eye
at Raziel’s tone
“I love you,” Raziel swallowed and buried his
face deeper against his father’s shoulder “even when I hated you I still loved
you, I still followed you and I never got to tell you how sorry I am.”
Kain didn’t say anything, couldn’t say
anything. He didn’t yet know what Raziel was reffering to and now he was dreading
remembering. So instead of speaking he just lay there in silence with his child.
End Chapter
Authoress
note: yay lemon, it felt like we would never get
there but here we are. I think I’m making Raziel into an emotional wreak, but
then again he’s meant to be but I think I’m over doing it.
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