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
* \/ * /\ * \/ * /\ *
It is a
dark place here, cold and empty.
Well
almost empty.
This is
the place between sleep and awake, between life and death. The empty realm created
for daemons and old Gods to dwell. It is here, in this place, shrouded in the
darkness that two figures meet. There is little light here for mortal eyes but
these creatures are not mortal and there eyes glow brightly reflecting the dim
light, both sets of eyes are pure green, no white or pupil break the glow.
“He means to do it Demitri,” a female voice whispers in the
darkness, the fear obvious in her tone. “he truly will accomplish this,
but at what cost. I fear such a cost will be to great for us to pay.”
“Fulvia” the second voice answers, full of sadness and grief
“Philos means only to grant us the freedom Eino could not. Would you
truly rather remain here or return to where we should be.”
“If he does this it will bring about the end!” the voice of
Fulvia snaps “for us and every other living thing in existence.”
“I care not for any others!” the male voice snaps loudly
losing the clam tone it once had “I care only for you and
Charmian!”
“You think Charmian and I have any bigger chance of surviving than
anything else!” the female demands, the male is silent, the female sighs
losing her anger “I know Philos means well and that he believes he is
doing the right thing but . . . he will kill us all.” There is silence in
the darkness for a few seconds before the male tries to speak.
“I know Philos’ methods are a little . . .” the male
begins
“Insane?” the female snaps, interrupting the male
“Demitri this ‘method’ is pure evil I can feel it, it twists
and writhes inside me and screams at me.”
“You have become over sensitive my love, your power picks up a
small emotion and brings it out of proportion, nothing in this or any other
world is ‘pure’ evil.” The male answers but his voice is
faltering, he does not believe his own words.
“This creature is,” the female Fulvia answers; she turns to
leave “This will not end well Demitri.”
Chapter One
The prey
ran, the hunter followed.
Kain had
to admit he did miss this, the hunt, the chase, the smell of fear, the adrenalin.
The new peace that Nosgoth was currently enjoying was refreshing and the scion
had to admit he did enjoy not having to slink about like a common thief but he
also had to admit that he did miss hunting. The new found peace currently meant
that man and vampire were no longer enemy and it was no longer permitted for
one to hunt the other. Vampires expected to survive from the blood fountains
which now held an endless supply of blood; occasionally the mortals would hand
live convicts to the vampires, it was becoming a common method of execution.
But gone were the nights when vampires freely stalked their prey, slinking
through villages and stealing into homes.
Kain knew
he wasn’t the only one who missed the hunts, Vorador felt the same, the
emerald skinned vampire had had a hard time adjusting to the new peace, and his
anger at mortals would always cloud his judgment. But on nights like tonight
animosity was the last thing on anyone’s mind as it was a night when they
could hunt again. The woods were
thick, trees densely packed allowed the ivory vampire ever so slightly but
amazing reflexes allowed him still to bolt. Smirking to himself Kain twisted
and headed towards the left, putting on a burst of speed as he drew closer to
that which he hunted. He was temped to use magic to bring the prey to the
ground but that would end the chase far too soon. Yet at the same time he was
aware of the slow burn in his legs that was increasing with each bound
signaling his muscles exhaustion, he would have to end this soon.
His smirk
widened, if he was tiring then surely his prey was also and if the prey was
tiring then they would soon start to panic and if you panicked you made
mistake; you didn’t always notice what you would if you were thinking
clearly. Ignoring the burning of his legs the scion put on yet more speed and
slowly pulled ahead of his quarry, putting a small distance between them before
suddenly stopping and twisting to face the on coming prey. The collision was
loud, the cry of surprise from that which was being hunted echoed throughout
the forest, and was shortly followed by sounds of a fight. Claws dug into
Kain’s arms as his own gouged great wounds in his prey’s chest. The
prey twisted in his grip strong claws raking across his eyes blinding him with
his own blood, the scion snarled loudly and twisted throwing his prey off
balance and hurtling to the ground where he pounced, pinning his quarry which
still fought him. Claws flashed, fangs sank into soft flesh and snarls filled
the air around the two for a full twenty seconds or so before both fell silent.
“You
bastard.” Vorador panted admitting defeat “how did you overtake
me?”
“Pure
. . . talent.” Kain muttered spitting out a mouthful of his own blood and
rolling off Vorador to land on his back on the woodland floor.
Vorador
sat up smirking before wincing in pain and holding his shoulder which had
dislocated when Kain had knocked him down. Absently the emerald vampire looked
at his torn shirt and sighed mournfully, his love for his finery would never
die. Sparing a glance for Kain who was now panting on the forest floor the
elder smiled, the scion was in even worse shape than he was. Blood covered
Kain’s torso from deep slashes on his chest and abdomen, the slashes
across his forehead had healed already but the blood was still blocking his
vision; absently Vorador wiped some away.
“Get
up then,” the elder smirked standing and looking down at the scion
“Give
me a minuet,” Kain muttered sitting up, the scion reached down to his
left knee which was sitting at a very wrong angle and jerked suddenly, popping
the joint back into place. He waited a few moments before standing
“Getting
old are we?” Vorador smirked watching as Kain struggled to his feet
“Drop
dead,” Kain smiled at the elder with venom in his eyes but then his
expression changed “What’s Janos doing way out here?” Kain
muttered his expression confused but when Vorador turned no one was there and
Kain had used the distraction to bolt.
“Cheating
Bastard!” Vorador yelled and tore off after the new prey.
The two
often did this, it was a game of sorts; used to burn away the want to hunt live
prey. However not everyone approved of this.
“Must
you two really do that?” Janos snaps when the two vampires entered one of
the drawing rooms located in the south wing of the mansion “I know
brothers are meant to fight but this is going a little bit too far.”
Vorador
and Kain were now currently covered in blood, mud, cuts, and leaf-litter.
Vorador’s right eye was swollen shut and he was bleeding profusely while
Kain was currently leaning on the elder vampire as the bone in his right leg
fused back together from a rather unpleasant break, he too was also bleeding
profusely. Both were smirking in a rather idiotic fashion despite the amount of
pain they had to be in.
“Dear
Lord,” Melchiah who was sharing the drawing room with Janos dropped the
book that had been sitting in his lap and stood. His expression was something
between worry and blood-lust.
“I expect
this from fledglings but is this really anyway for a grown vampire to
behave!” Janos snapped, Vorador blinked taken back, it had been centuries
since he’d been shouted at by his sire, Kain sniggered before wobbling as
Vorador let him go and he was forced to stand on a broken leg. “And you
can stop smirking,” Janos rounded on the scion “you are supposed to
know better! You’ve got your own fledglings to think of, is this any kind
of example to be setting them?” Kain blinked at the ancients outburst before
smirking again.
“Are
you scolding us?” Kain asked, Janos stopped as if just realizing what he
was doing, he had often scolded Vorador in the past but never had it occurred
to him that he would one day do the same to the scion. It was odd for when the
ancient had first met Kain he had expected some great creature of dignity and
pride and while so some extent Kain could be that Janos had learnt that most of
the time it was a mask the scion wore for one reason or another and that the
reality of it was very different. It became hard for the cerulean ancient to
view the scion the way he felt he should and not view him as an overgrown
fledgling which was what he acted like most of the time; spoilt and childish
with a habit of tormenting everyone and everything.
“Well
. . .,” Janos muttered absently before regaining his composure “I
am your father also, now Sit Down.” While his words were strong, his mind
was racing and he didn’t really expect to be obeyed, amazingly though he
was, however weather Kain sat because Janos told him to or because of his leg
was debatable.
“Has
he always scolded?” Kain asked sitting, Vorador laughed and nodded, Janos
clipped him behind the ear, and Kain smirked “I’ve never had anyone
scold me before.”
“I
scolded OUCH . . . you,” Vorador yelped as he was forced to sit by his
sire
“You
nagged, there is a difference.” Kain muttered, trying in vain to reach
around to clean a cut on his back, thankfully Melchiah took over.
The
fledgling stared at his sires back for a few moments, horrified and quiet
impressed Kain had been able to walk home, most of his back was bloodstained
from several deep cuts and in one place it looked as if Vorador had sunk his
claws in to pull out Kain’s spine. Absently Melchiah ran his fingers over
the wounds, Kain winced ever so slightly.
“I’ve
a good mind to put you in a bath,” Janos muttered “a mortal bath.
Water.” He emphasized then paused “do you really have to almost
kill each other?” it seemed Vorador was in as bad a state as Kain.
“Yes,”
Vorador snapped at his sires less than gentle cleaning, however it wasn’t
in Janos to be angry for long and soon his ministrations became slightly
gentler. Melchiah smiled at the two, they were well suited for each other,
Vorador willing to do what Janos would not to protect his people and Janos
balancing Vorador stopping him from losing touch with mercy and compassion.
Melchiah sighed quietly and absently his fingers went in his mouth sucking
blood from them.
“Have
you had any word from Raziel?” Melchiah asked, Kain smirked but flinched
when his fledgling’s claws dipped into one of the wider, deeper cuts and
pulled out a fragment of dirt.
“He
did try to contact me this morning,” he muttered pushing Melchiah away,
Melchiah snorted and looked to Vorador who shrugged
“If
he wants dirt in his wounds then let him have dirt in his wounds,” the
emerald vampire smirked but the smirk was cut short when he winced as Janos
lapped at one of his more sullied cuts.
“What
did you mean by try Father?” Melchiah asks moving closer to his father,
gingerly lifting his blood stained hair to try and get a look at a cut on the
back of Kain’s head, Kain rolled his eyes and lets his fledgling tend the
scrape wincing as he did so.
“He
still hasn’t got the hang of whispering yet; he got out half a word
before he lost focus and shattered the connection.” Kain sighed
“but at least he made the connection this time,” Melchiah, having
made sure the last visible wound was clean, begins picking leaf-litter from his
fathers hair.
“You
realize I can do this myself,” Kain mutters half hoping no one would
hear, but pride forcing the words out, Melchiah stopped, “I didn’t
say stop, just letting you know I’m perfectly capable of tending to
myself.” Vorador snorts at the fledgling shaking his head.
* * *
The
Southern lands were snow covered and cold. Raziel was less than pleased.
“Everything
looks fine,” Raziel murmured, he was currently huddling as close to a
half sheltered wall as possible while wrapping his fur lined coat closer around
himself. “Can we go home now?”
“You
complain like an old woman,” Ariel snapped reaching for the vampire and
dragging him out into the street “and I thought vampires were supposed to
be tough and not mind the cold.”
“Quiet
the opposite actually,” Raziel grumbled as Ariel linked arms with him and
started them towards the docks, Raziel considered pushing her away but after a
moment realized she was giving off body heat and pulled her closer “we
hate the cold, it might not kill us but it slows us down and if our blood
freezes we enter a hibernation of sorts that can kill us.” Ariel blinked
at him Raziel sighed “if you’re asleep you can’t very well
get out of the rain or avoid being hunted or . . . anything.”
“Um
. . . right,” Ariel answered, she’d never really thought about it
that way before.
The docks
were quiet far from the lower quarter and progress was slow, but thankfully
unlike when Kain had last been in the city, there was no curfew and the streets
never closed down. Odd rumors had been circulating in the city lately, reaching
far to the north; no one had thought much of them to begin with but when the
rumors continued growing louder the circle had decided to send someone. Raziel
had grumbled when he had found out it had been him who’d been nominated,
he’d always hated winter even when young and had immediately started a
three night long rant about how the circle hated him and were doing this to be
spiteful; on one was surprised when Vorador locked him in a cupboard.
“So,”
Raziel breathed watching his breath plume in the air “any ideas as to
what this could be.”
“None
what so ever.” Ariel answered smiling “it’s probably nothing
or something simple that’s been blown out of proportion.”
“That’s
what Kain said.” Raziel muttered “but he looked a bit odd when it
came to the part about the green fog,”
“Odd
as in?” Ariel asked, Raziel shrugged at the question, he knew of no other
way to describe Kain’s reaction to the green smoke. He was unsure why the
mention of green would disturb his father but something in the back of his mind
seemed to know; unfortunately the back of his mind was content to keep this
knowledge a secret.
“I
hate this city,” Raziel murmured and Ariel sighed loudly, “well its
cold, its damp and its full of waste.” Ariel smiled at his complaints
“You
sound like your father, he’s none to keen on industry either;
you’re all living in the past, if your not careful you’ll get left
behind.” Raziel rolled his
eyes at Ariel’s words and sped up his pace a little, they were passing by
the large ornate gates that separated the industrial quarter from the rest of
the city and the smell was making the vampire sick.
“Magic
is stronger than mans power.” Raziel answered Ariel’s words, the
woman nodded
“This
is true, magic is stronger than industry but that is simply because industry is
young now, it will grow more and more powerful as it progresses.”
“Industry
needs things though,” Raziel snapped, “it needs fuel and man power
and components and it breaks down every few minuets. Magic is self contained it
needs no power, no components and it does not break.”
“That
might well be true for the magic you wield Raziel.” Ariel nodded
“but take Vorador or your father for example, you did not know Kain when
he was young and nor did you know Vorador, the amount of times their magic went
out of control . . . well I’m surprised that mansion still stands.”
The previous balance guardian sighed “and before you start snapping at me
I am not completely taken with industry any more than you, it pollutes the
world and it has a darkness to it that I do not favor, I merely admit that its
advantages outnumber its disadvantages; light, heat, food, it saves countless
lives daily.”
“Yes
but . . . . Oh,” the reaver stopped. the two had entered the docks and
Raziel’s words had been stolen from him; in the harbor stood a ship so
huge it defied words “I’ve never seen one that big before,”
the reaver muttered, Ariel smiled
“Industry.”
She snapped triumphantly
* * *
Magnus
yelped as he hit the wall, pressed against it by his brother; but the yelp was
silenced when Sebastian’s mouth closed over his own. Closing his eyes
Magnus felt his legs weaken under the weight of both himself and his brother,
and the two were sliding to the floor. A loud ripping sound snapped the
fledglings back to the real world as part of the wall paper snagged on
Magnus’ belt as the two slid to the floor. Leaving in its wake a very,
very big rip. But before either of the fledglings could snap out a curse they
were interrupted.
“Vorador’s
going to have your head for that,” Kain smirked making the two fledglings
jump, they were silent for a moment staring at the young scion
“What
happened to you?” Sebastian asked looking the still bruised and bloody scion
up and down, taking in blood stains and torn clothes.
“Vorador
found out I broke that vase in the library,” Kain answered, Magnus and
Sebastian went pale, if Vorador could do that to Kain then what would he do to
them, Kain laughed at their expressions
“You’re
lying?” Sebastian asked
“Yes,”
Kain admitted “we went out . . . again. But he really will have your
heads for that,” he pointed to the ripped paper.
“Nah,”
Magnus smiled but underneath he looked worried “he’ll just use it as
an excuse to build another wing, no doubt with yet another library.” His
expression though was the opposite of his carefree words. Again they were
silent for a few moments before Kain gave in.
“Don’t
worry,” Kain continued to smirk “I wont tell him it was you,”
“Good
because we covered for you about the tear in the west wing library
carpet,” Sebastian muttered brushing himself down, Kain’s eyebrows
rose “and the broken coffee table in the pantry and the shattered crystal
decanter from the north wing drawing room and . . .”
“Yes
Sebastian I get the point,” Kain muttered “and the decanter was
Raziel not me,”
“don’t
blame him because you can’t control your magic.” Sebastian smirked
before he yelped as a blue spark shot out and sent a small electric current up
his arm. Sebastian glared at the scion
“Don’t
blame me I can’t control my magic.” Kain muttered, glaring,
obviously insulted by the suggestion that his power was not completely under
his control.
“I
didn’t mean that,” Sebastian muttered dodging another spark,
“alright! I’m sorry. I merely meant that . . . oh I don’t
know what I meant.”
“You
rarely do,” Magnus could not avoid the opportunity to tease. “but
really Kain just because Raziel is orally talented does not mean that . .
.”
“VORADOR
MAGNUS RIPPED THE WALLPAPER!!!” the scions shout echoed down the corridor
and some where in the basement Vorador’s ears twitched.
* * *
In the
realm of darkness something stirs.
“We
will be ready soon Demitri, I hope I can rely on you to do your duty?” a
male voice deep and fore boarding echo’s throughout the gloom
“Was
that ever in question Lord.” Demitri answers
“Soon
we will be free of this accursed place and we will have what was rightfully
ours once more.” The deeper voice laughs; there is silence for but a
moment before Demitri gains the courage to speak
“My
Lord, some of your followers believe . . . well there is talk that . . . . The
price we will have to pay for this freedom . . . . Well is it . . .”
“The
price we will pay is nothing compared to what we will gain.” The deeper
voice snaps “and frankly Demitri its questions like that that make me
question your loyalty.”
End of Chapter One
Authoress note: well there you have it chapter one
of the second coming.