Creation

The second coming

 

Book Three

 

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: I must apologize once again for the length of time that has passed between updates; unfortunately, life sometimes gets in the way.

 

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

 

 

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Chapter Nine

 

 

“Something is wrong.” Vorador spoke as they exited the Seer’s well concealed home in the canyons. The air around them crackled with energy, strange energy.

 

“I think you better come back inside.” The Seer spoke from the entrance way, frowning the vampires followed her back inside. “I thought we had a little more time than this but it appears I was wrong.”

 

“Why whats happening?” Vorador snapped, making way as Melchiah and Demitri reentered the dwelling and settled on the bed, Demitri seemed worried but his fear was fast falling away, impressive for a creature who moments ago was in fear for his life; he’d always been told he was good at adapting.

 

* * *

 

“Lord the gate is gone!” Raoul spoke, the council gathered around him as he spoke into the pitch black void. A window to the void had been opened a short time ago when the ‘creature’ had first made contact, the window made communication easier.

 

“It matters not.” The voice came from the nothingness “it mattered nothing in the first place.”

 

“Then Lord why have us build it, our resources are stretched enough as it is!” Raoul shouted then fell suddenly silent, he knew he had just made a possibly fatal mistake, he had watched before as the last council member to not be courteous to this ‘creature’ had had his skin melted from his bones. Instantly he fell to his knees “forgive me lord I forget myself in your presence it shall not occur again.”

 

“Little Hylden.” The voice breathed and Raoul readied himself to feel his skin burn but nothing came “I will not tolerate this behavior but your kind are few and I find that destroying you would be a waste, as you say resources are stretched.” Raoul breathed a sigh of relief but it turned to a scream quickly as the skin on his back did start to burn. The pain lasted only for seconds but it was long enough for Raoul to learn not to raise his voice again.

 

“Did you bring me the child?” The voice breathed. Raoul nodded not yet able to form words, the sensation of nausea filled him as he smelt his own burning flesh. A screaming baby was brought forth, the rag it was wrapped in was blood stained, the blood still wet and fresh.

 

“Its mother was not agreeable.” The solider who brought the child forth spoke, he smirked a little but it was twisted, for no Hylden enjoyed killing another, this one had lost his mind in the dimension a long time ago to find such joy in the murder of another of his kind.

 

“May . . .” Raoul spoke finding his voice at last “may we then assume that the lady Fulvia is dead.” The solider nodded and handed the baby to Raoul who was still on his knees. Raoul stared at the baby, Charmian Demitri had named his child and she was beautiful, looking on her gave Raoul a strange kind of joy, a joy that spawned from knowing his kind was once again breeding and that they had a chance to live now. It pained him to have to sacrifice the child. “We will cremate the mother; her loss is a great one, for there are far too few females who can breed. She truly was a noble Lady, a true Hylden.”

 

“Enough of this.” The voice from the void snapped impatient “give me the child and I will send you and this group to Nosgoth, from there you will open another gate.” Raoul nodded and looked to the small girl child again

 

“Little one you are a savior of your race.” He said before lifting a simple blade and slicing cleanly through the Childs throat.

 

The ground shook violently around them and Raoul clutched at the dead child’s body using his own to shield it as if the baby was still alive and able to be hurt. A sickening sensation of spinning over came him and he heard those around him crying out in fear as they were hurtled from their own dimension to another. The landing was rough and still Raoul cradled the dead child. When he was certain that the transport was completely over he looked up and his breath was stolen away from him.

 

Green.

 

There was so much green, everything was alive, in this place, he jumped when he realized he had landed in a shallow stream. He laughed out loud looking at the water, it was clear, clean and alive, small fish swam in the shallow depths, the grassy banks smelt alive and full of vitality, and from the soil sprang small flowers, delicate forms of life, thick bushes and tall strong trees. Raoul could feel himself weeping, it was unlike he remembered, it was better, he truly was home now.

 

Suddenly his breath caught in his throat when he felt movement against his chest, slowly looking down, he felt as though his heart would stop. For in his arms the child was looking up at his great green eyes blinking happily at him while it gurgled away to itself.

 

“Sweet life.” He breathed and crushed the child to himself.

 

If he had a god he would have thanked it for this miracle but having none he simply rejoiced in the life which had returned to the child. Nosgoth truly was a magical place, a place for miracles. Absently his mind went back to Fulvia, the pretty young Hylden who had hardly stopped being a child herself when she gave birth to Charmian and to her husband Demitri whose misguided delusions had caused him also to perish. Silently in his mind Raoul swore to himself and everything around him that this child would not suffer, nothing would harm her, she would grow up in this wonderful place and she would be happy and one day she would have children of her own, because Raoul would look after her.

 

* * *

 

“What on Nosgoth was that?” Raziel snapped as the ground beneath them slowly settled and became sill once more. He looked to Vorador for an answer but the elder vampire was looking at the scion who was just standing there frozen.

 

“I don’t understand,” he breathed “the pillars are whole but the lock . . . the lock is broken.”

 

“They are through.” The Seer finished for him “the gate they opened was open for scant moments but it was long enough for a number of them to come trough and they will be much bettered armed to open a gate on this side.”

 

“Oh.” Raziel breathed “wonderful.” He opened his mouth to speak once more but fell silent when he realized every one was looking at Demitri, the young Hylden was rocking slowly back and forth muttering to himself

 

“He’s here, I failed, I couldn’t stop him, I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry, he’s here now, he’s here now.”

 

“He really is mad.” Kain snapped “wonderful we now have a small invasion on our hands, one mad Hylden and a completely unprepared population of vampires.” He sighed “depressingly it’s better than what we had before.”

 

“Who is he?” Melchiah asked, placing a hand on the shaking Hylden’s shoulder, Demitri said nothing “Melchiah shook him harder. “Demitri who is he!”

 

“I don’t know.” Demitri laughed, the sound desperate and hopeless “I don’t know but I know he’s evil!”

 

“Evil as in vampire evil?” Kain muttered, Vorador frowned at the scion, but not in anger rather in confusion “the interactions between our race have been nothing but misunderstanding after misunderstanding, I am merely wishing to know if this creature is truly ‘evil’ or if this is yet another misunderstanding.”

 

“Nothing is truly evil.” Melchiah breathed, Raziel snorted

 

“What of that thing we found last year?” he asked

 

“That was an antromorphic personification.” Vorador spoke “it wasn’t made of conflicting morals like most living things it was just one thing, so no it was not truly evil for to be evil you need to be able to make a choice and it had not the capacity to make a choice.”

 

“I’m so confused.” Raziel snapped, Vorador looked as if he would explain but Raziel held up his hand “no don’t explain it to me! That just makes it worse. It was an atro-thing lets just leave it at that.”

 

“I think we have a slightly more important problem to deal with.” Vorador said calmly “the Hylden have just broken through.”  He sighed “no doubt they will have demons with them,” he swallowed “at least we are here though away from the others, that is good.” 

 

“Good?” Melchiah asked confused, still sitting with Demitri who seemed to be calming down now.

 

“What about the mansion!” Raziel snapped, “We are all here who’s protecting the mansion.”

 

“You underestimate your cousins.” Kain smirked, “I think you’ll find they will be alright,” Raziel glared at his father

 

“You cannot possibly know that.” Raziel hissed.

 

While it was true that the spirit of the reaver had at one point held no love for the children of Vorador over time he had grown fond of them, Magnus’ had a great many amusing quirks that could keep an entire hoard amused for several weeks. While there were others whom he had shared drinks, nights and stories with, he would be saddened if something happened to them. But more than that his own brothers were at that mansion now, not to mention a great deal of younger fledglings; Zephon had for example only recently taken under his wing a young girl from one of the human settlements. Her name was Ileana and the fifth born of Kain’s brood had quiet simply fallen head over heals for her, while being shy around others it was clear she loved her sire a great deal and it would be a loss to them if something should befall her.

 

“Raziel.” Kain snapped bringing his eldest child's attention back to himself “this is not a full invasion; this is a small party of some well trained hunters.” Raziel nodded “what do you think they are hunting.” Raziel sighed, it was clear that this band of intruders would be coming after them

 

“but how would they know we were not at the mansion, the mansion is a clear obvious vampire home, why not strike there first, we need to go and protect it!” he was becoming most irate, Kain sighed and clenched his fist for a moment, slowly losing patience with his eldest, there were times when Raziel could be very stupid.

 

“didn’t you notice on your little stomp around Nosgoth when the daemons broke through before that they always knew where we were!” he snapped, the others took a few steps back, clearly seeing Kain losing his patience, Raziel made a face, “they track us through magic Raziel its something we cannot hide and it is loud and clear, we may as well be standing on a cliff top screaming! Trust me they know where we are they will not attack the mansion.” He sighed and turned away

 

“Kain.” Vorador frowned something was most defiantly not right with the scion although it was understandable why. Kain grunted at the elder vampire and absently kicked the wall, making a low noise in the back of his throat he turned and headed towards the small entrance way. “Where the hell do you think your going?” Vorador snapped

 

“I’m off to fix it AGAIN!” Kain snapped, Vorador grabbed his arm and pulled him back, but Kain twisted out of his grip “Just leave.” Kain snapped “this is my problem, it doesn’t concern you.”

 

“You big stupid . . .” Vorador shook losing the words “this isn’t just happening to you! It’s happening to all of us, we are all affected by this. So I think we would all appreciate it if you lost the tortured hero attitude!”  There was silence in the cave for a few moments as everyone absorbed what Vorador had said, Melchiah swallowed moving away from the Hylden boy and walking to his father, he said nothing, just simply stood next to him. The scion frowned at his youngest for a moment before sighing.

 

“I . . . I’m sorry.” He breathed looking at Vorador “it’s . . . I fixed this, I gave up everything! Everything I ever had for this damn land, my mortality, Magnus, Sebastian, my children, Raziel, you, everything I ever cared for in this whole wasted world was sacrificed to save it and now its all starting again.”

 

“maybe,” Vorador agreed “but this time we will stop it before it gets out of hand like last time.” He absently ran a hand over the scion’s hair a reassuring gesture. “We’ll think about this later but right now we have demonic entities to deal with.”

 

“That’s easy.” Kain muttered looking at the ground “we can take them by surprise, get outside, surround them and attack; they are not the most intelligent of creatures they should fall easily.”

 

“But you said they would know where we are.” Raziel pointed out “how would we surround them.”

 

“Not this close, they can sense magic, but their senses are very strong but not very accurate, they know the area we are in but cannot pinpoint our exact location.

 

“Well that’s something I suppose.” Raziel breathed “I always knew Daemons were stupid.” Kain rolled his eyes at his child before creeping out of the Seer’s home and moving northward up the ledge, Vorador followed but moved southward and finally Melchiah and Raziel came out together and stayed in the center.

 

“There’s a fair few of them.” Melchiah breathed, Raziel tried to look cocky at his youngest brother, who raised an eyebrow at him.

 

“I’ve taken down twice that number at once.” He lied, his voice shook ever so slightly and Melchiah laughed

 

“I’m sure you have brother.” He soothed, “but you are not alone this time, I believe we just went over this with father.”

 

“Don’t talk about me when I can hear you its rude.” Kain called from his vantage point a little way away, Raziel sighed

 

“You can always hear us though.” He breathed, a small pebble struck him and he glared at his father

 

“If you don’t mind,” Vorador snapped from a little way south of Raziel and Melchiah “I would appreciate it if you would stop bombarding each other with pebbles and concentrate on the matter at hand.”

 

“He started it.” Raziel muttered, he heard his father mutter something that sounded remarkably like ‘did not’ but stopped himself calling back as the seriousness of their current situation made itself known, one of the larger daemons roared in frustration sending small rocks falling.

 

Kain frowned at the daemon, it was insulting really that a creature of such low inelegance and wit could be such a threat, maybe not to himself but to those whom he had promised to protect. He sighed since when had he become the vampire races protector, no one had asked him, they had just assumed, he’d been resurrected to protect them. It was insane really for he had been anything but a protector in his past life, he’d been selfish, self serving and self centered. The only ones who had every openly received his protection had been Melchiah and sometimes Raziel. A sound alerted him suddenly and he turned to find Demitri right beside him.

 

“How did you get there?” Kain snapped, partly impressed but partly annoyed no one could sneak up on him, yet this mere boy had managed it, and what was worse was the fact that he had seemed to exert little if any effort to do so.

 

“It is one of my few skills.” The Hylden spoke calmly “I am able to hide in plane sight.”

 

“Marvelous.” Kain breathed “how many of your brothers can do that also?”

 

“You expect me to answer that.” The Hylden smirked, outside appearing completely confident but inward his stomach was performing summersaults, this was ridiculous two days hence he was curled up with Fulvia, wondering if he should get out of bed or remain in the warm soft embrace of his love for a few moments more, now he was perched on a cliff almost taunting his most feared enemy who up until a little while earlier was little more than a legend to Demitri.

 

“You should have remained inside.” Kain snapped “if they know where we are because of you I will have your head, needed or not.”

 

“I came to aid you vampire.” Demitri snapped trying to sound confident but his voice was shaking, Kain looked at him as if he had grown an extra head “I am a daemon speaker.” He breathed “I’m not the best but I am able to control weak willed daemons.”

 

“And this helps because.” Kain snapped, the Hylden looked at him as if he were considering glaring but fear was stopping him. Instead he turned to face the daemons and the green in his eyes turned smoky and glowed brighter. The daemons all froze in there place and seemed not to see anything.

 

“Well, well.” Kain breathed standing indicating to the others it was safe to move

 

“You don’t need to kill them any more.” Demitri spoke still controlling the daemons, we simply imprison them, and bring them out when we need them, and they live with us.

 

“I would rather die than be imprisoned.” Raziel spoke calmly pulling a small sword from its sheath on his hip. He disappeared suddenly and Kain rolled his eyes watching as the daemons faded with him.

 

“What?” Demitri frowned

 

“He took them with him to the spectral realm.” Kain breathed, “His form was restored and his powers remain, they won’t be coming back.”

 

“But it’s cruel to kill them.” Demitri snapped angry at the fact no one else seemed bothered by this, maybe vampires were monsters after all.

 

“You should know what it feels like to be imprisoned.” Vorador snapped Demitri opened his mouth but closed it; the elder vampire had a point.

 

“You should return to your mansion now.” The seer spoke from behind them “this place will be safe once you are gone, and you are needed at the mansion.” She walked up to them “I bid you all a safe journey and do not fear.” The ground beside her moved and every one par Demitri stepped back as a corpse rose from the earth broken and rotten. Demitri gasped as said corpse seemed to shake its rotten skin away revealing the clean and youthful vampiric Raziel beneath.

 

“That’s vile.” Melchiah breathed

 

“Morbidly fascinating.” Demitri whispered, Raziel raised an eyebrow at the Hylden youth before shrugging. The Seer smiled and little and looked to Demitri,

 

“There was a task given to your family.” She breathed “the one you loved failed in this task, you must bear it alone now.” She looked grief stricken “I pity you, killing you own is a terrible task.” Kain snorted at her words.

 

“We should return to the mansion.” Vorador snapped back “if there are daemons here and you both speak true then Hylden are here also and we need to talk about this.”

 

End Chapter

 

Authoress note: Got myself a few evenings of easy work, got a few days of at the bar to house sit for a friend of mine, making a pretty penny and giving myself the time I need to write this. Yay.

 

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