Creation

The second coming

 

Book Two

 

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’m still here!

 

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

 

 

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Chapter Seven

 

The woods were a quiet place generally, but tonight that silence had been destroyed completely, by the ruckus coming from the ancient’s citadel by the pillars. Small animals peaked out from dens and burrows fear gripping them, but after what seemed like a few moments they seemed to recognize the sound and hid deep in there burrows. For despite the fact vampires did not hunt small vermin the sound of an angry predator could send Childs down any animal’s spine if that animal knew itself as prey. The shouts were not directed at prey however but rather they were directed at each other. The arguments had begun around mid afternoon and had gone on until early morning. The shouts of the scion mixed with those of the ancient guardians and Vorador; even Janos would occasionally join the hollering.

 

“How long are they going to keep arguing?” Melchiah asked rolling onto his front. He and his brother Raziel lazed together in one of the guest suits they had been given to stay in while negotiations were in occurrence. It was designed to save those who dwelt in the mansion from traveling back and forth every day but so far, Kain, Vorador and Janos hadn’t had the chance to make use of there rooms yet as they were yet to leave the main chamber once. Raziel looked at his younger brother from the bed opposite and sighed

 

“Ten more minuets.” He smirked, Melchiah made a face “well how am I supposed to know?” Raziel muttered rolling his eyes.

 

“It wasn’t really a question;” Melchiah answered “I was just complaining out loud.” He sighed loudly and rolled of the bed landing silently on the floor, on his feet. “This is ridiculous, what are they arguing about anyway, we don’t know enough to argue about anything.”

 

“True.” Raziel agreed watching his brother walk over to the window “I think the ancients are making stuff up, bringing up past incidents and using them as precedents which in my opinion is stupid, the Hylden are hardly going to repeat themselves.”

 

“Precedents are good Raziel.” Melchiah sighed “we can learn from them and while it is unlikely the Hylden will repeat themselves exactly their style will most likely remain the same.” Raziel made a face at Melchiah before standing himself.

 

“It doesn’t really matter, because no one knows whats going on anyway and if we don’t get out of this building soon, I’m going to go out of my mind.”

 

“Speaking about going out of your mind.” Melchiah swallowed “I think Vorador and Kain are going to lose it soon if we don’t get them out.” The statement was said half joking half serious, for Vorador and Kain had been acting strangely, snapping at shadows and drifting off into space. “I’m worried for father.”

 

The statement was not made lightly for since the mention of the Hylden’s possible return something inside of the scion had seemed to break. Something small but vitally important, only those close to him would notice it but that was what made them worry more.

 

“He’s been . . . strange.” Raziel breathed, “he’s starting to remind me of . . . before all this, when we were trying to fix all this a first time, he’s got that same far away look to himself.” He sniggered suddenly “you know before the restoration I used to think he really had lost the plot, he always looked like he was somewhere else when ever talking to me.” The smirk faded quickly remembering those conversations, he had hated his father so much, but still he had been unable to completely crush the strange feeling of worry at seeing him deteriorate. It was one thing to say his father was mad it was another to actually start believing it. But then Kain really had been mad, Nupraptor’s poison had been in his mind at that time, twisting his thoughts the way it twisted the other members of the circle, driving them into madness.

 

“We should make an excuse,” Melchiah breathed “something to get them out.” As he stopped talking both fledgling’s ears pricked up as footsteps, both turned to the door at the same moment and watched it open.

 

“You really shouldn’t look so guilty when I walk in, makes me all suspicious.” Kain muttered before allowing himself to collapse on the bed formerly occupied by Melchiah.

 

“Father?” Melchiah began “what are you  . . .” he paused realizing how rude what he was going to say sounded, but Kain finished his sentence for him.

 

“What am I doing here?” The scion smirked at his youngest fledgling; it was amusing to him that if anyone would look at them now they would call them brothers rather than father and son, it still confused him why Fate had brought him back so young. “I wanted to speak with someone who isn’t likely to argue with every word that comes out of my mouth.” Raziel laughed “its not bloody funny,” Kain smirked “they are the most argumentative creatures on this land.” He paused “or any other land for that matter.”

 

“You’re a good match for them then.” Vorador muttered wandering in and collapsing next to his brother. “I hate my life.” He sighed dramatically, Kain sniggered.

 

“I hate your life as well.” The scion breathed “I hate this ‘talking’ it would be so much simpler to go out there and have another look, surely we could figure out how they are coming through, determine how close they are to achieving it.”

 

“You’re just bored.” Vorador mumbled rolling onto his side, making himself comfortable. Kain sighed and looked to Raziel who smirked at him.

 

“You never were one for diplomacy.” Raziel smiled, Melchiah glared at his older brother. While Kain had never taken votes and had most of the time ignored his children’s opinions he’d never denied them the knowledge of what he was going to do, they had played at diplomacy, it hadn’t worked.

 

“We argued too much.” Melchiah breathed “Rahab and Dumah disagreed with each other just because they could, strange that they sought each other out for their arguments.”

 

“They did like to argue a little too much.” Raziel grinned, knowing he was just blowing air, he had no idea about the ‘extent’ of his brothers relationship but he doubted it extended beyond brotherly competition, Dumah had far to many female warriors for him to enjoy Rahab’s company that much. “I think . . .” but he was cut short by Melchiah who had grabbed his shoulder and made the motion for him to be quiet. Pointing to the bed it seemed both Kain and Vorador had gone far too long without sleep. The two fledglings made their way to the door.

 

They shut the door and turned into the corridor walking straight into Janos, the ancient almost fell backwards but his balance was good and he managed to regain his footing, a few rumpled feathers were all to show for his near tumble. Raziel and Melchiah sniggered; Janos glared before shaking his head rolling his eyes muttering something about ‘fledglings’ under his breath.

 

“Have you seen your father?” he asked after a moment, Melchiah nodded

 

“They are both in there,” he pointed to their room, “have the discussions stopped?”

 

“Only for a short while, we need sleep like everyone else.” Janos smiled at the fledgling’s surprised look, and went to open the door,

 

“Their sleeping.” Raziel called quietly and Janos stopped and smiled to himself. It often made him smile when he thought of his fledglings. It was quiet remarkable how after so many years after his death his only two sons had found each other, looked after each other without ever knowing they were related. It had to have been fate, for fledglings simply did not survive on their own, it had to be fate that Kain had found his older brother, who had taken him in, taught him, protected him; without Vorador the scion would never had had the chance to grow to become the savior of the land.

 

“Are you hungry Janos?” Melchiah asked, Janos smiled “we’ll bring something back for them.” Janos nodded and the two fledglings and ancient made their way down the corridor leaving Kain and Vorador to sleep.

 

 

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Pain.

 

Pain, often a bad feeling was a blessing now to Demitri; it let him know he was alive. Without opening his eyes, he tried to work out what had happened in his mind, he was obviously lying down, he could tell by the cold under him, cold and hard, maybe he had drank to much and Fulvia had kicked him out of the bed. No that couldn’t be it; yes his head hurt like he’d been beaten but there was no dull nausea, or Fulvia fussing over him, pretending to be mad. Not that was not what had happened; he’d left in the evening to retrieve the shard of the nexus stone . . . the nexus stone! The gate, he’d dropped the shard into the gate, Raoul had caught him . . . he’d fallen into the gate; no he’d been thrown in.

 

He must be dead then.

 

But his body hurt as though it was alive. Begrudgingly he opened his eyes, and waited for a second for things to come into focus. He must have fallen through the gate and landed on the bottom; he expected to see broken machinery around him, maybe the strange green mist that had once emanated from the gate but that’s not what he saw. He saw rocks, strange rocks they were smooth and flat, unlike the jagged ones he was used to, the air was different also, lighter, easier to breathe. Demitri’s heart started to pound as he tried to make his tired and battered body sit up. As he lifted himself a wave of nausea flowed through him, he dried heaved once, twice before his stomach settled. For the first time since he could remember Demitri was glad that he hadn’t eaten in a week. Shakily he managed to push himself up so he was sitting and Demitri got his first good look around where he was.

 

This was not the Hylden’s dimension.

 

This was . . . this was Nosgoth.

 

“Oh . . .” Demitri managed, he swallowed hard as he looked around, high rocks loamed over him, and he was in a canyon.  There was some vegetation, not a lot but to Demitri who had never once seen any kind of life other than other wasted Hylden and a few ragged daemons it seemed breathtaking. A breeze moved over him and Demitri let out a delighted laugh at the soft warm caress of the air; he wanted to stand, wanted to move. But looking down at his legs and feeling the intense pain coming from them, standing did not seem to be an option. Suddenly the novelty of this new land was gone and replaced by fear, he might be able to stand but it would be difficult, it would be even more difficult to move and there was no way he could run and Nosgoth was ruled by vampires.

 

The young Hylden shivered remembering against his will all the stories Raoul had told, and how knew better than Raoul who had shared the mental connection with his brother, he had seen the vampires. In the tales Raoul had told the vampires were fearsome, merciless creatures, with strange and dark powers, they could become invisible, breathe fire and could hypnotize you with a single glare. He felt his heart speed up and tried to calm himself, there was little use panicking, the best he could do now was hide and think. Placing his dry palms on the ground he slowly tried to straighten his legs and then put weight on them, stopping every time he felt his muscles shake and every time pain caused him to. After what felt like an eternity Demitri managed to get to his feet, leaning heavily on the rock wall.

 

Slowly he gingerly began to walk, having no idea where he was going his progress was slow and it wasn’t long before he knew he was being followed. Suddenly his head span, he could hear something, straining his hearing he froze, he could hear footsteps, a heart beat, breathing. His own heart sped up and he jolted forwards, with a pained yelp he hit the ground having tripped over himself in panic. The creature approaching obviously heard him fall as the footsteps speeded up and came close at an alarming speed. Demitri closed his eyes, wrapping his frail arms around his head and eyes, curling in on himself; he knew at the best of times he was no warrior, he was . . . he wasn’t anything but mediocre and now that he was lame, he knew he was dead.

 

“Now then that’s a surprise.” The voice was female, Demitri kept his eyes covered, he would die with his own mind, he wouldn’t let them hypnotize him.  “I haven’t seen one of you in a great long while.” He heard the creature sit beside him, still he kept his eyes covered the female laughed “why so scared little one?” Demitri mumbled something; muffled by his arms the words were indecipherable to all but the one next to him.

 

“Vampire,” she laughed again “I am no vampire,” Demitri frowned behind his arms before peaking out.

 

No she was not a vampire.

 

End chapter

 

Authoress note: Seriously tired now!

 

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