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 Ten

 

{Three weeks later}

 

 

Demitri’s head was spinning.

 

Once he had arrived at the mansion he had been told tales, tales he had heard a thousand times but this time from the enemy’s point of view. He was amazed when he heard the younger generation of vampires openly take responsibility for starting the war. He had been raised thinking vampires were thoughtless arrogant creatures capable of nothing but violence but his illusions were being destroyed. He was beginning to rethink his images of the war, and he could see that his own words were making some of the vampires rethink some of there assumptions.

 

He was introduced around the mansion to the children of Vorador, and discovered that Vorador and Kain were related, they were brothers, making all vampires who now dwelt in this mansion either brothers or cousins. It was remarkable to the Hylden to find that the enemy had the same family structure that his own race treasured. However he became confused when he saw that some of those who claimed brotherhood also claimed something deeper. He understood that the two named Sebastian and Magnus were both children of Vorador but also shared each other’s bed; there were a great deal of others who also shared this kind of relationship. He was even more surprised to find that Kain and Raziel shared a similar relationship.

 

“But you are one of us?” Demitri asked Raziel when they were sitting in one of the kitchens, Demitri was rediscovering true food which some of the mortals living in a near by village had given them, seeing as how the mansion was empty of food of that nature. “You are Hylden.” Melchiah who was also sitting at the table smiled a little at the accusation.

 

“No,” Raziel smiled “I was human, but I died.” He left out the particulars of his mortal death not wanting to confuse the Hylden to much “I was reborn as a vampire, Kain’s first born son.”

 

“He raised the one who would kill him.” Demitri breathed, wondering briefly what that would feel like, for some reason he felt something shoot through him at that, a deep pain as he imagined briefly what it would be like to have to harm Charmian, his daughter still at home with his beloved. The thought of her warmed him.

 

“Yes,” Raziel sighed “he learned my fate a long time before he could say anything to me, it nearly destroyed him but I think that’s what it wanted, it was trying to destroy him all his life.”

 

“Who?” Demitri asked, thinking he knew no one of his people who had known Raziel and Kain were tied by blood, they merely knew that one would be born on Nosgoth to save them.

 

“The ancient vampire’s god, it was a daemon really. It was the true cause of the war, but knowing that I do not think it absolves the ancients of their responsibility.” He sighed deeply “it recreated me when Kain was forced to ‘kill’ me, it made me one of you I suppose.” He shrugged “I was a wraith really, but I think he did something to me to make me more a part of you than I was of Kain in that time. For a long time I chased him across the land and across time, desperate for his blood on my hands.”  He smiled, but it was bitter “I even forgot why I wanted to kill him, I needed to do it, and the way man needs to drink water and eat meat and it was something I needed to do. It took a big kick up the backside to straighten me out.”

 

“Kick?” Demitri couldn’t help but smile

 

“The reaver blade tried to consume me but he saved me.” Raziel explained

 

“But he knew who you were.” Demitri breathed “he knew you were born to kill him and still he saved you.”

 

“He believed he could save me and then land, he loved . . . loves me I suppose. I was his child.” He smirked “he is rather protective of what he sees as his.” Raziel lost his humor “for a little while I slowly began to understand but then . . . I met your Eino.”

 

“Oh.” Demitri looked down at the plate in his hands, now empty of food

 

“He took over me, but I could have stopped it if I had wanted to, I just wasn’t strong enough.” He looked up at Demitri “I nearly killed Kain; I thought I had,” suddenly the forced humor was back “who survives having their heart torn out! It was . . . impossible. But later Eino took one who was dear to me and fled, leaving me for dead.” He smiled “but I managed to put things right, I took my destiny and later I was rewarded, I have my life back now and Kain has his.”

 

“I am confused.” Demitri spoke slowly “this battle took place before Eino had his own form, Kain was a fledgling then, how could he have . . .”

 

“Time travel my new friend.” Raziel smiled “lots and lots of time travel.”

 

“That is the first time I have ever heard you tell that story.” Melchiah said slowly, “I have only heard bits of it from Vorador and Janos before now, never from you or father.”

 

“I don’t think Kain likes to speak of it much,” Raziel shrugged “I can’t blame him, he was losing his mind.” He shivered “thinking back it is different to accuse someone of being mad and then actually believe it. I can’t imagine what it must have felt like but I do know what it is like t fear such a thing, I believed that imprisonment in the blade would make me deranged.”

 

“You weren’t in there long enough.” Melchiah said trying to lighten the mood somewhat “give you another few thousand years.” Raziel made a small sound of agreement and looked to Demitri; the Hylden was looking out of the window longingly.

 

“This place must be different to your home?” Melchiah asked

 

“This is home.” Demitri answered, “All Hylden bar me, my Fulvia and another girl Octavia call this place home.” Raziel frowned “I and the two girls were the only children born in the dimension who survived our first days, the other six died within days of birth.” He sighed “it is a tragedy for many of us are barren or sterile.”

 

“Ironic.” Raziel breathed, Demitri raised his eyebrows but did not smile. Raziel fell silent for a few moments remembering his own children; he himself had given un-life to over a dozen mortals who had then taken their own children. It was strange though, he was close to them he supposed but it was very, very different to what he felt with his own father. His own children had been fond of him but had never shown the complete and utter devotion he had shown Kain, it felt empty. It was the real reason he had stopped passing his curse. He knew he should grieve for his clan but in all honesty he did not morn them truly and he knew when he had died they would have only mourned him out of formality and fear for they were leaderless, even if one of his children had taken the role of leader the clan would forever be living in fear for they were no longer ruled by a son of Kain.

 

“This land is beautiful.” Demitri spoke bringing Raziel out of his mood, “I understand why my people wish to return, everything is so alive.”

 

“I wish we knew where those of your kind who have returned were hiding.” Melchiah said slowly “I wish we could stop this fight before it even starts.”

 

“A great many of my people no longer want to fight, they are tired of war and its consequences, they merely wish to return; but this one who brought us through.” He shivered again

 

“Is it another daemon?” Raziel asked, “Maybe an ancient one like the elder god once was.” Demitri shook his head

 

“I know daemons and this was no daemon.” He said, having been a daemon speaker he was well verse in the tongue and minds of daemons, many were sheep like, simple with only basic instincts to guide them but higher daemons those who had intelligence did not dwell in the dimension with the Hylden they lived in the void. A few had come through on occasion but they had left the Hylden be, to pathetic for them to bother with. Many had wanted to break through into Nosgoth but the barriers were too high and strong around the land. The only creature capable of breaking through was this ‘creature’ and even he could not do it alone, he needed power, for months the Hylden had been giving power to this creature, allowing it to feed off their life force, meager as it was apparently it was enough. 

 

“I think,” Demitri stood “that I will go outside.”

 

“That’s not safe.” Melchiah frowned “there’s Hylden and vampire out there wanting your blood.”

 

“I’ll be careful,” Demitri smiled, the vampires frowned it was strange seeing the odd creature smile. He was slowly beginning to change; the fact he had escaped the rancid dimension and had eaten his first real meal was having a positive effect on him. His skin seemed flushed, the scars on his head-crest seemed fainter than before and the wounds he had gotten by simply moving were healing. Maybe soon his skin would thicken so as to not break at such minimal provocation. “I can hide in plain sight I’m sure I will be fine and I wish more than anything to see this world.” He smiled again “I would one day like Fulvia and Charmian to see this land.” At the vampires frown he elaborated, “Fulvia is my wife, she is the most beautiful of my entire race, she is brave and honest a true Hylden. Charmian is her mother’s daughter she has nobility in her veins and it’s apparent in her already.” Smiling he slipped out of the mansion and out into the world.

 

It seemed easier to hide in this land than in the dimension. Maybe because world of the invasion had not spread, the vampires not wanting to cause a panic. People didn’t expect to see a young Hylden boy so they did not. He moved through the swamp, finding it easier to do so than the vampires, water not harming him. This place was teeming with life, insects and small animals that preyed on them, a few larger one occasionally sauntered past a wolf trotted past on occasion and Demitri wondered to himself if it was a true wolf or a vampire. The idea no longer struck him with fear but rather amusement; they really were fascinating creatures, especially this new generation. The older vampires Demitri gathered were sky born creatures of grace but this new breed were . . . adaptable to say the least some could take to the skies in the form of many, many bats, others could grow fur and four legs and race across the land at frightening speeds. He had heard from the other vampires that Kain could call down fire from the sky.

 

He left the swamp and moved into the forests, he could see the pillars in the distance and they didn’t look as frightening as he had once been made to believe instead they seemed beautiful. An old building loamed before him and from the looks of it, it was at one time filled with water, but no longer, now it was dry. Curiosity got the better of him as it often does young creatures and he clambered down finding foot holds easily. Bellow the shaft leading down was an elaborate cave system, and he spent sweet moment clambering over the smooth rocks enchanted by the texture and shape. There was never anything like this in the dimension. But something new caught his eye, he could see the pillars under here also, running forward sure footed over the strange smooth rocks he clambered up once again finding it easy. He’d never had this much energy before, but then again he’s never eaten this much before and not just the quantity but the quality of the food seemed to do him well.

 

Making it up to the level of the platform he managed to clamber into a small crevice inside of which was a strange obelisk, vampiric magic poured from it in abundance and weary of such a monument Demitri leap away and onto the platform. The room was amazing, paintings littered the walls, telling once again the story he knew so well, but from a vampire perspective. It remained clueless as to the start of the war, making the vampires seem noble and right in their decision to banish the Hylden race and the blood curse of immortality placed on the vampires in revenge seemed a terrible price. Demitri snorted, while the story was wrong he couldn’t find it in him to be angry, instead he found himself looking at the way the paintings were made. He looked at it strangely, it was different to his races art, the style was smoother, taking away the ancients sharpness making it seem softer than they truly are. Hylden art told no lies, they drew what were truly there all sharp edges and foulness was kept in. The paintings here however told lies they hid all the ugliness of war, made it seem like an art form in itself. Demitri frowned suddenly noticing for the first time the damage to the paintings, claw marks covered them, all the faces were clawed, as if someone had attacked them. A sound behind him made him turn.

 

“Raoul!” Demitri snapped

 

“So you made it here after all.” Raoul stated “now Demitri, Now do you see why we fight, why we weep, why we wish to return.” Demitri swallowed, yes he could understand Raoul’s anger at the banishment, he understood now.

 

“yes.” He breathed, Raoul’s face lightened and he held out a hand, Demitri did not take it “but why must more blood be shed.”

 

“You think the vampires would be willing to just welcome us back!” Raoul demanded “they built these” he kicked the balance pillar “to keep us out, it took the strength of a true god to bring us back.”

 

“We have no god Raoul! We have never had a god! Why now do you deify some daemon?” Demitri snapped

 

“He is God.” Raoul shouted “he has preformed miracles! He demands sacrifice! And he is omniscient!”

 

“Madness!” Demitri cried slowly moving away as Raoul moved forwards “madness, there are no true gods, only daemons! The vampires they understand that now! I have spoken with them; they have taken me in, fed me, and healed me. They . . . they speak sense to me, they are not monsters.”

 

“Kain was a monster!” Raoul kicked at the marble ground his claws leaving deep marks “he killed my brother in cold blood just as our ancestors were killed for speaking truth!”

 

“He’s not a monster!” Demitri hissed, Raoul froze “yes he is here, he was among those who came to me when I first arrived, he has spoken with me, showed me things in books, Raziel is with him.” Raoul spat at the mention of Raziel’s name

 

“Wasted savior.” He hissed “why should anyone speak of him, it does not surprise me that he has joined with that monster.”

 

“He’s not a monster; he’s foul tempered yes, but not a monster.”  Demitri sighed

 

“It matters not that he is here, our Lord will destroy him.” Raoul laughed and Demitri stepped back again. He’d seen Raoul when he was in a zealous mood but never before had it been this over powering, this was different; this was madness, Raoul had lost his mind. “We sacrificed blood and he was merciful, he will destroy them!”

 

“Sacrificed?” Demitri frowned “we have never spoken of sacrifice, Raoul you are becoming what you hate!” Raoul laughed again

 

“We sacrificed two to our lord,” he laughed again but it seemed more of a giggle, a laugh of a child who has done something he should not have and knows it. “I’m sure you will approve of those we gave him, he took one but the other was spared in a miracle her life was restored to her, oh merciful god strike down those who appose you.” A cold dead feeling had slowly started to move through Demitri and he spoke quietly

 

“Who was sacrificed?” His voice calm “who Raoul! Tell me who!!”

 

“Who better than a foul dimension whore and she spawn!” Raoul laughed, no longer remembering that just a few weeks ago he had grieved the loss of Fulvia and had wept over the loss of her child. His mind had been destroyed, overrun by madness. “Fulvia was accepted as a sacrifice but her child was spared, he gave her, her life back, oh merciful God!”

 

Demitri felt nothing.

 

“But now you are a heretic!” Raoul screeched, Demitri’s mind fastened on that rather than the idea that his beloveds death. Never before had the word heretic been used by a Hylden, they had no god, why now had this changed, why had Raoul suddenly adopted this creature as a god? “And we have been shown by our enemies how to deal with heretics.”

 

“What are you saying?” Demitri asked having a feeling that he already knew.

 

“Those who accept god may return to Nosgoth, those who don’t will be left in the dimension and I will destroy it!” Raoul’s eyes were changing; his eyes which were once a Hylden green were now turning a devilish yellow. He truly had lost his mind, his eyes focused on Demitri and suddenly Demitri knew what was about to happen, Raoul ran at him, claws outstretched “you will be sacrificed to God!” he screeched as he ran, Demitri moved and managed not to have his throat ripped out and leaping across the platform he landed on a second passage way, one that lead up and he continued to run.

 

Only when he was outside did it hit him, Fulvia was dead, she was dead, murdered handed over to a daemon and murdered. She was dead. He would never wake up to smell her next to him, feel her soft warmth, her gentle touches. He didn’t feel it when he fell to his knees; he didn’t hear it when he howled out his misery, and he didn’t notice when six hours later he was lifted and carried back to the mansion.

 

She was dead.

 

End Chapter

 

Authoress note: ugh depressed now

 

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