Creation
The
second coming
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: All is not what it seems. An ending leads to another beginning,
a forgotten enemy raises its head and is misjudged and the land is once more
placed in peril.
Authoress note: Happy 2006 to everyone.
I
was worried about some OOC in this chapter especially but then I realized that
there’s no actual point in the games where the characters are happy so hence I
have nothing to base this chapter on so can it really be OOC? Oh well if you
think it is then I give you my apologies.
Italics mean either
flashbacks or thoughts
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It is cold
in the darkness with no light, no heat and no soft touches to warm those that
dwell within. Those who do live here have become cold and hard, foreigners to
warmth and kindness; strong survivors as those who are weak do not survive in a
place such as this one. It is a tragedy that they feel they must sacrifice
their softer emotions to survive, but not all of those who dwell here have
given up, some have continued to fight to keep themselves whole.
Some have
hope.
“Demitri,
you are pushing him too far,” the voice of Fulvia cuts through the darkness “he
will take action soon if you do not stop; and it will be action you will not
survive.”
“If I do
stop my love we will all pay a price which is not worth paying, no matter the
result the cost is far to high.” the voice of Demitri snaps, “I know the risks I
am taking but if it will keep you and Charmian safe then . . . then I am
willing to face his wrath, I faced Einos once before did I not?”
“You did
and if he had listened to you he would have not treated the nexus stone so
recklessly, nor would he have ignored the fledgling vampire, if he had listened
to you the scion would not have killed him.” Fulvia repeats these words as if
she has said them many times, a mantra reminding Demitri of his past
“He did
not believe the myth of the scion, he should have held true, if he had only
listened then his plan could have worked, if he had taken steps he could have
killed him but he left him to become stronger and he then rose up and destroyed
him. Eino was a fool but not so much of a fool as Philos.” Demitri sighed “for
at least Eino held the welfare of the clan above his own personal pride.”
“Demitri
please I beg of you, caution yourself, Eino trusted you, Philos does not, you
must be careful or you will end up dying for nothing.”
“If I die
it will not be for nothing.” Demitri snapped “it will be to keep us safe. We
will still be here but we will be safe.”
“Some
would willingly choose death over this injustice, this imprisonment.” Fulvia
whispered
“I know.”
Chapter
Four
“Azimuth?” Umah called as
she entered the mortal circles home, absently she rubbed her hands together, a
mortal gesture but one that still helped, and she hated this weather. She also
hated coming to this place but when Vorador told you to do something you tended
to do it especially in times like this when everyone was so tense that the
slightest wrong action could cause a violent reaction. The fledgling vampire
walked slowly forwards, careful of each step, the circles home was full to
bursting with trigger release traps, why it was so Umah had no idea considering
that the wars were over and no one hunted any one else.
With a loud sigh Umah
carefully stepped into the hallway that she hoped lead to Azimuths laboratory,
careful not to step on any of the triggers that she knew about. But damn it all
to hell they circle were constantly moving the damn triggers and setting the
traps on timers. So she waited by the entrance to the hallway for a full five
minuets and listened as several traps went off down the hallway; before she
moved forwards careful about which tiles she stepped on and what the weight
shift felt like under her feet. Slowly she made her way forwards for a few
moments until quiet by accident she collided with Mortanius to busy looking at
the tiles to look where she was going.
“Oh!” she squeaked then
covered her mouth ashamed of the sound; it was not the most vampire like sound
she could have made. Silently she cursed; she knew that if it had been anyone else
they would have probably preformed a very stylish back flip landing a few feet
away and hissing, maybe with some lightening flashes in the background . . .
well maybe not but they wouldn’t have squeaked.
“Umah?” Mortanius spoke “I
was just coming to meet the envoy, I had no idea that Vorador had sent you,” he
seemed genuinely surprised, Umah shrugged
“I came to find Lady
Azimuth, they wish to have a dimension guardian with them and they wanted
Azimuth over Mica.” She explained as the human guardian of death watched her
smiling softly, a nice little smile somewhat out of place on a guardian of
Death, it seemed somewhat fatherly and for some reason she found herself
pondering for a moment if he should have the title of father of the scion
rather than Janos despite the blood between Janos and Kain. The title seemed to
suit Mortanius more than Janos.
“I cannot say I am
surprised at this, your friends do tend to dislike the original guardians.”
Mortanius’ words pulled her from her thoughts and she nodded to him “come I
will take you to her,” reaching over to a tapestry he lifted it aside and
revealed a doorway behind it. Umah nodded knowingly, secret passageways, she
had known there had to be a way that the circle could move around their own
home without having to worry about traps. “I’m guessing your friends wish to
leave as soon as possible.” Mortanius continued as they walked down the candle
lit passageway “what with the severity of the situation.”
“Yes,” Umah agreed “they
do, I have been told to ask for or use my own teleportation to return to the
mansion.” She smiled suddenly “they are making Raziel go as well, he’s in a
foul mood about the whole thing.”
“I can imagine,” Mortanius
agreed “he does dislike the cold I am led to believe.” Absently the human
guardian of death turned to face the wall again and opened a door Umah hadn’t
noticed, they emerged into a laboratory.
“That’s an
understatement.” Umah muttered as they entered.
Azimuth was leaning over a
table a little way off, deep in concentration, so deep that she did not notice
them enter until they were almost upon her. When she did eventually notice them
she dropped a small black bottle she was currently using and cursed. The bottle
broke and the contents spilled onto the tiled floor and a pungent smell arose.
“Hello Azimuth,” Umah winced
at the smell “I was told you would be expecting me,”
“Yes” Azimuth muttered distracted by her
broken bottle “I was told you would be wanting me,” then almost as an after
thought “Ariel says that
“She is nervous,” he spoke
quietly, Umah looked to him surprised “she does not remember parts of her past
but for some reason Azimuth remembers the emotions she felt when . . . she
first met Kain, she has said she remembers feeling cocky then amazed and
finally terrified.” The mortal guardian of death smiled a little wider but Umah
could see the confusion underneath it “strange that none of the rest of us
remember.”
“Kain has that effect on
people.” Umah breathed “people look at him and see that he is young and . . . well
less than they expected visually but then they feel the amount of power he has
held barely under control and it frightens them.” Umah shivered a little
despite the warmth of the laboratory “at least that’s how I felt.” She snorted
suddenly “I expected him to be taller.”
“Yes,” Mortanius smiled
but it faded quickly “he is volatile, and that worries me somewhat; but he has
done much for Nosgoth and knows his responsibilities.” Mortanius rationalized
“unfortunately those responsibilities do not detail how many people he can and
cannot kill.” He smirked “he reminds me of my nephew somewhat.” The guardian of
death would have continued but Azimuth chose that moment to reenter the
laboratory and Umah turned to her.
“We will teleport.” She
said trying to sound firm and was half surprised when the little woman nodded
agreeing easily, she was wrapped in a thin cloak making Umah frown; she had
said she knew
“You do not need to be
worried,” she swallowed, hoping not to embarrass the little witch but rather to
help her, “he’s a child really, a stupid, spoilt child; both of them are you
needn’t worry.”
“I am not worried.”
Azimuth snapped “I am merely concerned for the fate of our land is once again
in question.” Umah sighed; obviously the little witch did not want to talk
about her fear. Azimuth shivered in the cold, the thin cloak doing nothing to
protect her. Umah lead them inside, the corridors were warm and Umah smiled,
she always felt safe in the mansion it was silly she knew for the mansion was
no better protected than anywhere else in Nosgoth but this place felt safe to
her. As they entered the main entrance hall Umah rolled her eyes she could here
Kain from here.
“Melchiah,” Kain was
saying loudly “look outside, tell me what you see.” There was a pause where
Umah assumed Melchiah was talking at a normal level and the words were muffled
as if he was talking into his hand “no not the trees, look at the ground.” Kain
snapped “yes Snow, Snow means its cold so go put something warm on!” there was
a sound of feet moving quickly and a door slammed.
“He sounds like my father once
did.” Azimuth muttered, Umah smiled
“I suppose he cares.” She
answered entering the entrance hall. Vorador and Janos were talking together
and seemed amused at Kain’s little dig at Melchiah to wear something warmer.
Raziel was complaining to his father who was quiet obviously not listening and
was instead focusing on a very interesting thread in the carpet. Melchiah
reentered the hall in a thick winter coat that came down past his knees, Umah
smiled the coat seemed to be devouring the young vampire alive.
“You’re going to
“This is warmer!” Melchiah
snapped at his father as he came to stand beside him “I doubt I could get much
warmer without bringing hot coals inside my pockets!” Kain smirked at his
childe
“I wasn’t talking to you,”
his hand skimmed over Melchiah’s head as if ruffling hair the young vampire did
not posses. Melchiah made a face but it was clear he enjoyed the attention.
Kain walked towards Azimuth frowning down at the little woman, Azimuth drew
herself up trying to seem imposing which was near impossible given her height.
“I honestly did not think I would have to dress this little expedition.” Kain
muttered
“my wardrobe is none of
you business,” Azimuth said firmly, Umah was impressed, Kain lifted an eyebrow
at the little woman before sighing loudly and disappearing in a small light,
Azimuth looked around her for a moment noticing she was now the scrutiny of the
five remaining vampires; it made her uncomfortable she couldn’t quiet shake the
feeling that they were sizing her up for a meal. But before she was able to say
anything new Kain reappeared dragging a fur lined coat and dropped it on her
“It is my business if you freeze,”
he muttered. “if you freeze you die, if you die Mortanius yells at me, if
Mortanius yells at me I will yell back, if I yell back Mortanius will throw
those skeletal people at me and they give me the shivers and if Mortanius
throws skeletal people at me I will kill him.” Kain paused for breath “now ask
yourself, do you want Mortanius to die?”
“Dramatic.” Umah smirked,
Kain shrugged as Azimuth pulled on the to big coat.
“It worked though.”
Melchiah spoke walking up to Azimuth as Kain went off to snap at someone else “don’t be offended lady,” the youngest of
Kain’s sons spoke around the fur collar of his own coat “my father is not
enthused about this trip and his frustration is vented on those around him.”
“I doubt anyone is
enthused with this trip.” The young witch agreed, it was odd she found, talking
with Melchiah was not like talking to other vampires, he seemed human.
Azimuth had always
disliked vampires; the idea of one day being eaten did not in any way appeal to
her and thus her fear began and grew with every day. The fact that she did not
remember much of her past life did nothing to dampen the hostile feelings she
held towards vampires. But for some reason she was able to stand being near
this one, the youngest child of the one who had killed her. She still found it
hard to believe she had been killed by such a creature, looking at Kain now, he
looked to frail to have done half of what he had, he was to thin. Azimuth
remembered telling him such when he had first been resurrected.
“I just hope it doesn’t
rain.” Melchiah muttered, the idea of rain made Azimuths already poor mood
worse, it reminded her of the vampiric weakness of water and if it did rain
then no doubt she would have to spend even longer among the creatures.
“Can we please just get
this over with,” Azimuth grumbled
“I second that.” Raziel
muttered, Azimuth smirked at him, a man after her own heart even if he was a
vampire.
* * *
“So this is the Hylden
city?” Raziel mussed as the mist cleared and the ruins of the once great city
came into view. Kain mumbled something under his breath and turned away, Raziel
sighed; he had know his father would be like this, when ever Kain disliked
something he usually sulked and shouted at people. The fledgling smiled
remembering when Kain had ruled Nosgoth, even then he had sulked, and he had
tried to hide it but had often failed. It was surprising really, to think
someone who could accomplish so much was still so childish at heart.
Turning away from his fathers
retreating shadow Raziel looked back to the Hylden city. It looked strange to
him, he had seen many ruins in his time and all ruins had a certain feeling to
them but not this place. Ruins usually felt warm, lived in, safe but this place
felt cynical; like an abandoned hospital. There had been very little if any joy
in this place. The arcetecture was sharp edged and brutal where the ancients
used smooth lines and curves the Hylden seemed most fond of sharp corners and
odd angles. For some reason just looking at this place disturbed him, the
spirit of the reaver shivered suddenly a lot colder than he had been before.
“It is a strange place.”
Azimuth spoke startling the fledgling vampire, he should have heard her or
smelt her as she approached but he had not, she had just suddenly appeared at
his side, it was disturbing. “It reminds me of the eternal prison.”
“I have not been there,”
Raziel answered “I have wanted to, I have wanted to explore all of Nosgoth but
. . . but Kain stopped me going to far south.”
“I can’t say I am
surprised,” Azimuth looked to the once wraith and smiled a little “from what I
have come to understand the Hylden took one he . . . favored there I doubt he
would want his son there as well.”
“True.” Raziel agreed
watching as the ship turned so as to dock as close to the land as was safe, a
portion of the gateway collapsed as he watched and briefly he wondered just how
old this place was “Magnus’ fate there was . . . painful for him.” He sighed
“do you think that thing is trying to return?” Melchiah slowly walked up to the
pair, muttering under his breath about the cold.
“I doubt it,” Azimuth
spoke calmly, fussing for a moment with the thick fur she had been ‘made’ to
wear
“But it is possible.”
Melchiah breathed, his breath pluming on the cold air.
“The pillars are strong
and pure once more, the land is strong also. It would be ridiculous for it to
be able to get through now.”
“But if it was them this is
a place were it could do it.” Kain’s voice made them turn; Raziel winced that
was twice now in the last few minuets someone had managed to sneak up on him, he
was losing his edge obviously. Melchiah sniggered at his elder brother and was
rewarded with a punch in the arm.
“What do you mean here?”
Azimuth asked, her voice was shaking less now as she was slowly coming to terms
with the idea that the scion wasn’t after her blood “whats so special about
here?”
“Other than it was a city
where a race opposing the pillars dwelt when they lived on this plane.” Kain
smirked a little as if the answer should be obvious “this point is the furthest
from the pillars and if you concentrate,” he closed his eyes and seemed to be
listening to the same music only he could here “the magic of the binding is
stretched here, the way it is at Avernus.”
“But Avernus is because of
all the dimension magic that was once focused there.” Azimuth began she opened
her mouth to continue but was interrupted
“The entire island reeks
of them; their magic old as it may be may still give something else a way to
stay connected to this plane. If it can come threw this is where it will do
it.” Kain spoke as if he knew he was right, as if he thought he couldn’t be
wrong
“I don’t feel anything,”
Melchiah breathed, and jerked suddenly as his father’s bare hand closed over
his forehead.
For a moment Melchiah just
frowned wondering briefly if Kain really had had enough of him and was about to
tear his head off, literally; however after a moment a strange sensation over
took the youngest of Kain’s brood and he found himself feeling as if the air
was suddenly thicker, closing in on him, sapping energy from him. Blinking
Melchiah yelped, everything was green, absolutely everything, even the air here
was green, poisonous. It was killing everything it touched, he could see it as
it touched his brother, it was trying to kill him, slow him down make him weak.
Turning to look at Lady Azimuth he flinched he could physically see the poison
eating her alive. Melchiah jerked backwards trying to escape and found himself
pressed back into his father who was holding him still as he tried to struggle.
“Now you know what I see.”
Kain breathed calmly
“That’s was, that . . .
that’s powerful.” Melchiah said shakily
“It is that yes,” Kain
agreed smirking now, once again his hand went to his child’s head and instantly
Melchiah saw the green he swallowed knowing that this was a foreign power, but
then out of the corner of his eye he saw his fathers hand, Kain made a pass and
instantly the green closest to them disappeared and slowly the rest started to
fade. It was not gone completely but the poison that had touched him, tried to
crush his life was no longer there.
“It is not as powerful as
me, so don’t worry.” Kain smirked,
“But,” Melchiah began but
stopped as the ship slowed and stopped, he watched actively as a few people
moved setting anchor and drawing planks of wood to make a walk way between the
ship and the land.
“I said don’t worry, it
wont touch you.” Kain muttered as if tired of telling him Melchiah smiled a
little and watched as his father moved towards the ‘bridge’ before following,
Raziel walked next to his brother who did now seem to have calmed a little,
Lady Azimuth followed behind them.
Inside the city was dark
and cold, the water here seemed to have stopped flowing and stood in great scummy
pools, green mildew climbed what was left of the walls, strange black sea birds
filled the sky with screaming cries. The whole place had an atmosphere of loss
and emptiness, to Raziel it reminded him somewhat of when he had first risen
from the abyss and had gone to his clan-lands only to find it decimated and
empty. The fledgling vampire shivered
and sped his pace to match that of his father, he looked up to see Kain staring
ahead with some sort of grim determination and he frowned Kain seemed to know
exactly where he was going, leading the group into an old tiny room, Raziel
yelped when the doors closed of their own will and the room jolted. Kain
smirked at him
“It was once called an elevator;
it will take us up or down.” He paused frowning “it surprises me that it still works;
its power source should have run dry a long time ago.” He sighed “I’m liking
this less and less.”
The four of them
teleported across what had once been a bridge but had now collapsed, Raziel
found himself staring avidly around at the buildings it made him sad to think
that a race of people had once lived in such a place, it was so lifeless. If
this was what the eternal prison was like then it was little wonder that the
inhabitants had lost their minds. He was slowly following his father when he
suddenly walked into him, Kain had frozen on the spot and was staring straight
ahead, ahead was a large doorway, cracked and broken and from the cracked
leaked green mist. It felt cold, as if it was simply destroying warmth
absorbing it and turning it to ice in the air; it did not feel the same as the
force of destruction which had threatened them so recently, in fact it felt
very, very different.
“This isn’t the same thing
that threatened us before is it?” Raziel looked up to Kain and flinched, for a
moment honestly upset at this development before he turned to his child, mask
of calm in place.
“No Raziel it is not.”
End chapter
Authoress note: so what is threatening Nosgoth?
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