The Remembered Gods
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’s that simple.
Also note this fic discusses and contains
hints of Rape
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Janos/Vorador
Authoress note:
Please note this whole fic is in Janos’ point of view.
I am judging Janos was in the device for
six hundred years, this was worked out from the timeline but my mathematic
skills really do suck so if it is wrong I apologize.
EXPRESS WARNING:
Dedications:
This fic was inspired by a review given to ‘Forgotten Gods’ and so in turn this
sequel is dedicated to Jade.
Also Schuldig Schwarz
whose amazingly flattering reviews have been so very sweet and inspiring. Also
because she’s a legacy of Kain fanatic just as much as me.
And As always
this is also dedicated to my beta reader ‘odeena
skywalker’ aka ‘Anne Shard’
because without whom this would most likely be practically unreadable for many.
Italics
mean either flashbacks or thoughts
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Chapter Four
{Janos
Audron}
The
wind was strong outside, sliding down chimneys, loud and vocal.
The
rooftops were high over looking the lower city. Janos smiled. Up here, with the
wind coiling around his wings, was almost like flying
again. He half opened his wings, laughing quietly when the force of the wind
pushed him back a few steps.
Vorador
smiled, watching his Sire as he flexed his wings in the wind, occasionally
taking a step or sliding backwards when the wind forced him to. It had been far, far too long since he’d seen
his Sire smile like that. Vorador winced; it had been far, far too long since
he’d seen his sire at all.
Janos
stopped playing with the wind and crouched low. Vorador watched as his Sire
drew magic around him.
Janos
reached out with his mind once again. He felt his mental energies coil and
twist around the Hylden city. The barrier was still there, but it was . . .
thinner than it had been. Janos smiled and pressed against the barrier.
Immediately, he felt it shimmer against him.
“Its weakening,” he breathed, opening one eye, watching as
his child smiled at this and nodded.
The
barrier shimmered again and became even weaker; Janos pushed harder and felt
the barrier collapse completely. He smiled widely and pulled his mental energy
back into himself.
“It
is down,” he said, standing; his child nodded and reached out to whisper into
the Scion’s mind.
“Kain,
the
Janos
smiled. He had been right; Kain really was the Scion and tonight all Hylden
would be driven from this land, forced into a purgatory much like the one the
vampires now endured. His smile became a grin, something that changed his whole
face. According to those who had ever seen him grin, it changed his face from
soft and smooth angles to sharp and animalistic.
He
stopped grinning and nodded to his fledgling, drawing his power around himself,
gathering enough to teleport himself and Vorador to Kain. While the energy
twisted and snapped around him like a wild thing, he also sent out a tendril of
power to catch Kain’s location.
“Then,
we are ready to help you. Janos is casting a spell that will bring us to you in
moments. I look forward to thanking you in person for saving Umah's life.”
Vorador
disconnected the whisper and stepped up to his sire. Janos smirked at the
strange joy that jumped in him at the idea of destroying the Hylden once and
for all.
“We
will end it now,” he hissed. His child managed a wobbly smile and Janos knew he
was worried. He wrapped arms around his child, holding the two together.
The
power reached a crescendo, and then the two were gone, reappearing moments later
in a foreign space. The stones around them were destroyed and lay about the
ground in shambles. Above them loomed ruined machines, more advanced than those
in the device, and at his feet lay what was left of a large machine. Janos hissed lightly.
The
whole place stank of Hylden.
“I
will try to detect the location of the Hylden Gate.” Janos composed himself and
nodded to Kain.
He
reached out again, noticing this time that his power was waning. He had used it
to much lately and he had not recovered it fully. He silently cursed himself;
he should have spent the night hunting, rather than lazing about and ‘playing’
with his child.
Nevertheless,
he sent a thin tendril out and had it cover the entire city; it did not take
long for it to zone in on the gate. The thing radiated stinking green power; he
pulled his energy back and stood, only to hear Kain
and Vorador snapping at each other.
“Monster!”
Vorador growled.
The
Scion sneered back at him. “She chose
her fate. Was she acting as the dutiful lieutenant following her superior's
orders? I care not! What's done is done.” Kain folded his arms like a petulant
child and for the first time Janos noticed that Umah, the young fledgling, was
missing.
Oh
dear.
“We
were wrong ever to trust you!” Vorador snapped, tensing himself to pounce. Kain
noticed this and tensed also.
“Do
you so wish to return to the grave, old friend? You are in no position to
challenge me,” Kain warned.
“We
have no time for this discord.” Janos hissed, hoping his age and superiority
would make the two stop before claws were used. “I sense that the Hylden Gate
is nearby. I can transport us there.”
“We
will settle this in good time. Tonight the Serefan Lord dies, tomorrow... we
shall see.” Kain nodded at Janos before growling snidely at Vorador.
Janos
sighed, thankful that a fight had been adverted. But he did not have long to
wallow in his relief as he was suddenly struck with a bolt of telekinetic
energy. He hissed, falling backwards, hitting one of
the broken walls, forcing his wings to an angle they were not keen on; after a
second he recognised the reaver’s energy. Glancing to the side he saw his
fledgling had also fallen and was lying very still. Kain was the only one
standing.
“This
round is mine, dark one,” the Hylden Lord’s voice hissed.
Fear
gripped Janos’ stomach in an iron grip; his child was lying so very still. He
cursed himself for feeding from him earlier and thus contributing to the
weakness. His fear jumped inside him. What if he was dead! It would be His
fault! He would have killed his child just as he had his saviour.
“I
must tend to Vorador, proceed without us, Kain,” Janos snapped noticing Kain
watching him; Vorador was still lying frighteningly still. “I can teleport you
to a place near the gate, but you will have to close it on your own. Use the
Nexus Stone, cast it into the gate and the magic of the stone will destroy it
utterly.”
“Cast
your spell then, and let us finish this,” Kain hissed. Janos obeyed and Kain
vanished.
Janos
moved to his child.
//**//**//
“You’re
awake,” Janos smiled, relieved.
“I . . .
think so,” Vorador mumbled, raising a talon to his head.
Janos
gritted his teeth together hard. How dare that Hylden scum even attempt to harm
one of his blood! Fear was rapidly replaced by anger;
the Hylden Lord would die by his hand.
“I must go
and aid Kain,” he whispered, nuzzling his fledgling’s cheek. “I will send you
home and return with the Scion.”
“Wha . .
.” Vorador managed. “You are not going anywhere near that fight!”
“The Scion
is hurt, I have felt it,” he pressed, keeping his voice level. “He has thrown
the stone into the gate and is defenceless now. I must aid him or he may die.”
“I don’t
care!” Vorador snapped, yelling now. “You’re not going, I won’t allow it!”
“You forget
your place,” Janos frowned disapprovingly.
“Please
don’t, Janos,” Vorador begged, “you are still too weak.”
“Weak worthless vampire whore.”
“I am not
weak,” Janos snarled, standing.
“If you
leave me now I will never forgive you,” Vorador hissed, eyes glowing fiercely.
That was
the last time he would ever see his fledgling, although he did not know it as
he teleported Vorador back to Sanctuary.
//**//**//
He
held his breath entering into the main chamber of the gate. He could
practically taste Hylden on the air, and the whole compound reeked of them and
their foul magics.
Cloven
claws clicked on iron floors as Janos stepped onto the grated floor that stood
above the gate. Below he could easily make out his captor and his Scion. He
watched momentarily as the Hylden struck wildly at Kain. The Scion seemed
relatively calm despite the fact he was injured and defending bare-armed against
the reaver blade.
He
continued to watch as the Hylden let lose a wild cry and aimed a death blow. The
scion dodged this and raised his hands; vampire magic filled the air and flames
erupted over the Hylden Lords frame, causing him to drop the reaver.
Janos
nodded. Now was the time.
“You!”
the Hylden Lord snapped as Janos put himself between the Hylden and the sword.
“Yes,
your prisoner from whose blood you built your evil plans,” Janos hissed,
sidestepping with the Hylden, preventing the monster from touching the blade. The
Hylden sneered.
“What
could be more righteous than to take our revenge and your freedom from the same
source? Tortured eons of suffering are too good for you, vampire!” The Hylden’s
sneer widened. Janos growled; this creature was filth.
“But
not for you, Hylden,” he snapped back, “who has dared to set a corrupting foot
upon this world after your banishment. Return to the demon dimension in which
you belong!”
“And
by what right, cursed one, did you send my kind to that place of evil?” the
Hylden questioned. Janos sighed; the same old questions. This was the one
question the Hylden had asked him again, and again, and again. He glared at the
creature and gave it the same answer he had always given it.
“By
what right did you lay on us the curse that drove us from the light and made us
predators of humankind!?” he growled.
For
the first time in over six hundred years he got an answer.
“It
was justice for our banishment from the world; you see what it has made of our
once fair race.”
“I
see you have taken your true form at last.” Janos felt no sympathy, not after
all they had done.
“Then
go and see what it makes of you!” the Hylden cried as Janos leapt. He was
easily knocked back.
“Kain,
the sword!” he cried, feeling the scion’s vampire magic and the magic imbued
within the reaver coil around each other. They did fit well together, better
even than Raziel and the Reaver had.
The
blade had been made for Kain, not for Raziel.
He
hissed, dodging a blow from the Hylden, and turned to fight in earnest. However,
it took only seconds, weakness rapidly eating at him, and he fell quickly.
He
cried out suddenly as he felt a blow connect with the fragile bones in a wing. The
bones shattered, and the wing fell limp. He almost fell to his knees; he would
have fallen had it not been for the iron grip around his throat.
“I
sentence you to the hell of your own making - a prisoner for all time!” The
talons around his throat tightened. One wing flayed wildly, trying to escape,
while the other hung limp.
He
was going to be damned, had he not suffered enough? Was there still more he
must endure before he will be pure once more? Agony raced up his spine from the
broken wing and he hissed, then suddenly the breath stealing grip on his throat
was gone.
He
was thankful that the pain was fading.
He then
realised he was falling.
//**//**//
Janos
lifted himself to his knees feeling the dull throbbing in his head; a talon was
raised to check for damage. His wings hung useless at his sides, and the fiery
pain in them was spreading fast. He looked up. The same golden glow of his
prison wall surrounded him. He hissed.
The gate
was closed.
Creatures
were approaching him; he hissed once more and tired to stand, his wings still
hanging useless even as they healed.
“You are still fair of form,
vampire. That will go first.”
The End
Authoress note: The ending line was taken from
defiance, I thought it ironic that the Hylden should say to Janos what they
said to Kain ^_^
Please forgive me that this was a
major angst filled creation, I don’t know what came over me, I blame Janos, the
poor guy, nothing good ever happens to him.
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