Kain stumbled through the woods. The feelings of weakness still threatening to take over him. His will drove him despite this. He knew something was graphically wrong and he had to fix it one way or another. He fell against the heavy wooden doors at the entrance to Vorador’s home. On the other side a servant opened the door and allowed him in. He immediately asked to see Vorador.

He sat in a room the servant had given him, the pushed chair offering him no comfort as he rocked gently, trying to keep his strength. Vorador came to him a little slower than he had liked. Kain looked up at him, and seen him visibly shaken, almost frantic under the worn thin cover of his smooth personality.

“Who are you?” he asked, the upheaval in his voice barely hidden as well.

“I am Kain. I have come to see you. Something very bad has happened.”

“If you’re talking of those cattle in the Sariphan stronghold, nothing bad has happened.”

Kain narrowed his eyes. “Don’t try and hide from me Vorador.” This made Vorador draw aback some. “I can tell you are agitated right now. It’s bad enough you just lost your Sire not too long go and avenged his death. I fear something by far worse has just happened to him. I can see you have felt it too and you’re terrified by it.”

Vorador recovered some, his shoulders drooping in sadness. “You are right.” he paused. He looked up at Kain. “I have felt Janos’ existence blink out, then return. His presence had always been a warm one, unlike most other vampries. Now it seems he has returned. He seems so cold now, and it’s growing, consuming him. I feat what has happened.”

Kain nodded in agreement. “I felt the change in the time stream and the memories that flooded into my mind offer no comfort.” He closed his eyes. “The one you knew as a sire is gone. I fear he has fallen to a deep corruption which I am not sure we can save him from. I grow weaker be the minute, whatever place I had in the future flooding into my mind preparing me for that role for when I return.”

“Has...any of it told you what exactly happened?” Vorador asked slowly.

“Like I said, he is gone. Changed into something by far darker than we ever will be. He rules Nosgoth, not I. My son has brought this upon us. We have to forgive him though for I should have never left him so ignorant as I did when I put him into the role of Nosgoth’s savior. That role has not yet changed for him so there is still hope. If Janos has not yet killed him. I don’t think he has for I still feel his presence here although faint.”

Vorador sat down, in a chair near where Kain was sitting. “Do you have any suggestions from now therein?”

Kain looked over at him. “Yes. We must stick together. You know Janos by far better than I do and you will be very helpful to all under his rule to help others, human and vampire alike to survive. We must both sacrifice a great deal of dignity in order to survive this,” Kain said, drawing upon the new memories. “And one request.”

“Ask it,” Vorador said. “I accept your alliance. I feel I will need it.”

“Help me to the chronoplast. I will give directions. I feel m my strength weakening and I fear I will not make it on my own. I must get back to my own time and face my fate and hope salvation will come soon.”

Vorador nodded. “I grant it to you for the knowledge you have given me.”

“I wish I could have been of more use in that case, but there are a lot of blanks I’m sure will be filled very soon,” Kain sad.

“It is enough, if it ensures my survival and would help me ensure the survival of other vampires,” Vorador said. Kain looked at him again. Vorador had seemed to have calmed down. Kain was sure what he had offered the more ancient vampire offered no comfort, but at least he would have a head start for what is to come and what horrors he would face soon enough.

Kain bowed his head, “I thank you.”

Vorador nodded, then got up. “I will allot you some time to recover, and some fresh blood before you go. At least you can go forward to your fate refreshed.” Vorador left the room. Kain watched as he closed the door behind him, then leaned back heavily on the chair. No...no comfort or amount of preparing could help him. Not for what he feared was to come.
 
 

The carriage that took him most of the way to the chronoplast seemed to get there all too soon. From there, he bid farewell to the young vampire that had taken him. He knew he would probably not see that one again, the other being barely past the fledgling stage of his existence and would be too weak for what was to come.

He trudged and stumbled through the Vorador's to the chamber, having felt no refreshment from the human one of Vorador’s servants had brought him. He should have been at his full strength, but wasn’t. Somehow, his strength seemed to go as soon as it returned and made him feel weak. He made a point to find out why this was so when he returned.

He moved slowly through the chamber, resetting various dials before he finally came to the portal. He took a deep breath, fathering all he could of himself, and stepped through.

On the other side of the portal, though it’s hazy, disorienting stream, he found himself in a very different place. The room looked the same at the same time, but everything felt so...alien. He heard a polite cough below him and looked down to see Vorador standing there. He would have wondered if the chamber had worked at all if it wasn’t for Vorador’s state of dress.

Kain looked him over, a sense of dread filling him. Instead of his usual elaborate dress of that of a nobel, he was wearing leather. Snug fitting pants that hugged his form, and matching leather vest. The only thing that remained similar to Vorador’s style was the white shirt underneath, it’s lacy accents about it. This era had definitely been changed much, enough so to make Vorador leave his usual high fashion.

He looked down at himself, to find his own manner of dress had changed. Indeed he was still wearing the familiar leather pants he had for a great time, but his clan banner was gone. In it’s place was a loose shirt with leather trim. He still had his gauntlets, which finished what he was wearing. It made him wonder if Janos had allotted individual clans to control different territories. If he did, why didn’t he have one?

Vorador finally spoke, breaking his thoughts. “Janos would like to see you. He asked me to find you. He is....becoming suspicious to your trips through here as well.”

Kain looked at him. Even how he spoke had changed. From the voice of a confident noble, cultured thought time, to something sounding like all that had been broken. It crept into his undertones, but fear and uncertainty was more dominate now.

Kain nodded and walked down the stairs. He some of his strength return to him, but not enough to make him feel anymore secure. Vorador silently lead him outside, laid a hand on his shoulder and teleported the both of them away. When they re-appeared, Kain looked around immediately. This place certainly looked like the Sanctuary of the Clans, but the architecture was slightly different, the feel of the place different. He shivered, feeling a cold presence nearby.

Vorador hadn’t moved his hand. “I bid you good luck. I will speak to you later. Your advice was greatly helpful all these years.” Kain could hear the sympathy, and thanks in the other’s voice. He blinked, his mind questioning. What had they become? Lowly salves to Janos? Did his sons even exist? Had he even made them? He felt a pang of fear for the life of Melchiah, his gentle and weakest son. Always so strong and yet so weak. Easy prey for a harsh world had it not been for his protection and the protection of Raziel’s.

He took another deep breath and went forward, somehow knowing where to go. He strode though the heavy stone door into the main chamber to see one thing somewhat similar to what he had known. At the base of the pillar of balance sat a stone throne. This one was more elaborate than the one he had made for himself. This one also had bones imbedded in it. Most likely the remains of those who had angered the ancient vampire. what amazed him the most was that all nine pillars stood, pure and uncorrupted. How could in the midst of damnation, could they stand whole?

His wandering mind came back to reality as he came out of his short daze and seen the being that sat upon the throne. Janos....a darker Janos. He had seen long ago an ancient book with a single picture in it of the vampire. The picture had degraded with age but it was the only way he knew who this being before him was. This though, was vastly different. The picture he had seen, thought ruined with time, he had peen a pure, almost holy being amongst his curse. This being however, was graphically different and ever so much darker.

“Come child. Don’t leave your master waiting,” Janos said, a mischievous smile upon his face. The very sound of his voice sent a shiver though Kain.

Kain took a few more tentative steps forward, towards the other. “Go ahead, have a seat,” Janos gestured to the stone carved floor. “You might as well for what I have in mind for you.”

Kain dreaded this. His mind reeled. He felt much like he should, mentally and physically, but somehow, now, here, he felt pure fear. Fear of this being before him. Fear like he’d never felt in his life. He guessed that this was how it must have felt to have been one of his own slaves. They had feared him with all their core as he feared Janos now. What had Janos done to him?

Kain halted his mind again and sat. “Be grateful for now, Kain,” Janos said, standing up and stretching his ravens wings. “I very rarely offer you a seat.” He walked closer to Kain, and circled him a couple times. “Yes....how does it feel Kain? To feel fear of me as your own slaves feared you?”

Kain looked up at him bewildered. “Not too talkative are you today? He. Well...” Janos stood over him, the Reaver in his hand having used it like a walking stick. A very fearsome walking stick. “I know what you have been up to, but I will not punish you this time. I know what has happened and I know that this isn’t the reality you knew at one time, and thus I will forgive you for now. Would you like to know what happened while you were gone?”

Kain merely looked up at him, fearing to say anything, but very much wanting an explanation. “Ah, I see. Playing the silent slave today. Not your usual game.” Janos walked back to his throne and sat. “Everything as you knew it has changed thanks to your first born son. I am how I am now, and you and everything else are my slaves. Yes, your sons exist, but not as you know them. I allowed you to create them. I allowed you to do everything you knew you had done up to a point. Soon after you damned your firstborn to the Abyss I stepped in. That is when everything changed. The last little bits of the goodness that existed in me made sure I at least allowed that part in history. I allowed you to play your game of try to teach the savior behind the master’s back. Something deep within me, a mere shade of my former self has kept me from completely damning all of Nosgoth.”

Kain tilted his head. This was definitely interesting to hear, but he held his silence. “You see....Raziel will never kill his brothers in anger and vengeance. He will aquire those powers he possessed another way now. Certain things, no matter how much tampering in the time stream, will never change. If they are ment to happen badly enough, they will happen and time will see that it does one way or another. His fate as savior has yet to change. Your role, however, and the role of the guardians have changed. You’re all my slaves to do with as I please. How you came to be, was my fault.” He gave another maniacal grin. “Dear Ariel...how beautiful was she...until she tried to stab me in the back one night while I rested. She was one of many I shared my bed with. If she simply had wished ot be rid of me so badly and killed herself, I would not have been so harsh on her. No, her choice was her own fault and her death. Then you were born, and I had seen to it your life was much as you remember it.”

Janos looked straight at him, into his golden eyes. “You are my slave now, just as much as she was. Remember this, for I can bring your death as brutally as I had her just as easily as I can upon you.” He propped his chin on one hand, leaning against one of the arms of the throne. “So...how does it feel to suddenly have everything as you know it collapsed and to find yourself, a former king, turned a slave?”

Kain stared at him, rage building. His temper was legendary and he had spared none in anger. As easily as his anger had come to a boil, he felt it flash away, gripping his midsection in pain. “Now now dear Kain. We can’t have thought like that run through your mine. I have kept you alive so long because you have always provided me with good entertainment. Your will is one I have yet to crush.”

Kain glared at him, anger still seething. “You seen Vorador didn’t you? My dear, prodigal son? I raised him since he was at least fourteen you know. He was like a natural son to me. We had much in common. He was a street rat with no home, rejected by all. I was a vampire, a demon to all, rejected by all. Now he is my slave as well. How I loved his company then, the feeling of taking care of a child as if he were my own, the joys of seeing him learn and discover for himself. Ah, how they grow.” His voice suddenly went form playful to ice. “He is my slave now too. I know he has developed a fear of me. How a burning hatred has lodged itself deep within him. How far removed I am from that kindly being that took him and loved him unlike so many others. He feels deeply betrayed by me you know. And so you know. No one will escape me. Eventually, you will fall as well.”

Kain stared at Janos, a plethora of thoughts, emotions and fears running madly though his mind. Janos stopped speaking finally. He paused for sometime before he pointed to the door. “Go now. You need rest again. Your weakness is because of me. I have learned to be a vampire in more ways than one. Feeding from your life force, your Janos: vitality grants me more power. It also keeps yours in check and sees that you will not be a threat to me.”

Janos’ arm stayed up, still indication that Kain was to leave, and he did so. Outside the doors shut automatically, and he kept going. He headed in a direction he wasn’t sure of, but somehow knew what was there. What seemed like half way there, he realized where he was going. Vorador had asked to speak with him after Janos was done with him.

He passed through some architecture in the Sanctuary, familiar and yet not familiar at the same time. To another less heavy, ordinary door he stopped. He knocked gently, rapping his claws against the polished wood. On the other side he could hear a voice that gave him permission to enter.

The room within, however, was very familiar The style, the smell, the color scheme.
Finery was here, everywhere, contrasting to the simpler outer areas. He scanned the room to find Vorador across the room, sitting on an antique couch by a stand and lamp. As he approached the other, he could see very visibly, years of pain and sadness in his expression, in his posture, burning brightest in his greenish golden cat’s eyes. Vorador didn’t speak for a time, until he finally drew deep breath and motioned for Kain to sit. Kain had waited patiently for he knew he couldn’t rush a bering in the other’s state of mind. He sat down on the couch, close, but not too close to Vorador and waited.

“How did it go?” Vorador asked, his voice soft, and horse.

“The usual I guess, I do not know. My mind is in a bit of a jumble right now, so I am merely guessing.”

“I’m surprised you come from being with him unscathed. when your mind returns, and you will regret it, you will know what I mean.” Vorador paused for a couple minutes. “I am...glad...you stopped by my mansion and warned me. nothing you said could prepare me for what really came. The pain and horror of it all.”

Vorador stopped speaking abruptly, the pain and anguish flooding to the surface, threatening to break a very thinly worn barrier. “He...wasn’t always like this. Was so. Vorador’s words faded, held back tears finally breaking free. A hand came up to his face, and his body shook with silent sobs.

Kain could think of nothing he could do to soothe the other’s pain. He felt some shock at the freeness of the other’s emotions here. Most likely this, in his own chambers where he was free to do as he pleased, he spent much of his time loosing withheld emotions from horrible days past, alone in the dim light. Kain moved a little closer and put a hand on Vorador’s shoulder, feeling it shake beneath his claws as he choked on his own tears and grief. “I’m....sorry....”

A time passed and Vorador seemed to calm himself some, and bring back some of his cool reserve. He leaned against Kain heavily, shifting for a new position, feeling considerably weak physically and mentally and yet safe in Kain’s arms. Kain’s mind kicked into his fatherly reserve, his manner changing to the one he had used many times before to comfort one of his sons in a time of need and weakness. He gently stroked the elder vampire’s shoulders and waited for him o speak or whatever.

Vorador simply stared off into space, his eyes not really seeing the interesting painting that hung on the far wall from where he was staring. He did not move, but he finally spoke. “Do not be sorry Kain. Just be here with me. I hate suffering alone, like you. You’re the only one I can trust. Your sons are so weak and frightened of Janos they dare not so much as speak out of line to him.”

Kain’s mind quickly wandered during the next bout of silence. His sons were indeed alive then. But so weak...he wondered again how dear gentle Melchiah fared in this time. Proud Dumah and Turel, it was difficult to imagine them beat down, especially Dumah’s ego and Turel’s playboyness. And his dear three recluses. Rahab, Zephon and Melchiah. He knew Zephon was a trouble maker from time to time, and really did not expect him o be alive here. For all he knew, Rahab would have been magically bound to a great library and it’s guardian and librarian.

His mind came back to reality when he felt Vorador nuzzle against him and sigh. He stroked the other’s back lightly and wondered. Wondered how could this one’s sire have possible broken him like this? So completely broken and weak, the threadbare remnants of his former personality, proudness and power trapped within this severely weakened being...

Vorador nuzzled further against his chest, feeling comfort finally. Here, he did. He had for some time since he had been thrown in with Kain in that dark cell after being punished by Janos. Kain’s will refused to break completely, remained fresh and strong even centuries later. This had caused Janos’ attention to shift form Vorador to Kain. That strong will irresistible to him, almost an euphoric drug. For now, Vorador was glad Kain could not remember everything because of his journey. For now, he would not remember the pain and the torture Janos had put him though. Pain and torture he had been through himself, then had to help Janos put Kain through the same hell. In their pain, they ahd come together, both still with high hopes of one day being free of this hellish nightmare.

A time passed again, in silence. Vorador lie curled against Kain on the couch, almost sleep when a knock came to the door. This jolted them both out of the half asleep daze they both had fallen into. It was late now, and it made both wonder who could have been calling os late at night. Vorador got up and started to get the door when Kain's stopped him. Instead, Kain answered the door and was taken aback with what he saw there.

This was his poor Melchiah, weakest of his young. He stood here, before his sire, the worst wreck of a vampire he’d ever seen in his life. It was difficult to tell the worn rags from Melchiah’s hanging skin. He looked vastly underfed, as if whatever he got was tossed, mostly drained corpses and nothing fresh at all. He had always been slight of build and unsure in his movements, but now he shook with weakness, his body so thin he looked like some lesser undead, not a vampire. And yet he was.

A light of happiness at seeing his sire lit behind clouded and dull eyes, filling them with some light and life when he seen who had answered the door. This was only temporary thought, knowing something Kain did not. “Father...Janos wishes to see you again tonight. He says he has decided a punishment for you again.” Endless sadness was behind Melchiah’s voice as he spoke. It was apparent to Kain that the young vampire seen him rarely, and knew more than he let on about what went on here. he made a mental note to talk with Melchiah, perhaps bring him fresh blood, and find out more later.

He gave Melchiah a nod, then looked over at Vorador. The elder vampire had curled up again on the couch, a new look of fear and sadness coming back to him visibly again. Vorador gave him one weak nod and he left with Melchiah in the lead. Somewhere deep within him, he knew Vorador was not going to be all right. He had a strong feeling that the elder would break down again in his misery.

Melchiah led him across the Sanctuary to another set of rooms, these more elaborate than anything else in the stone fortress. Melchiah stopped at the doors and indicated that Kain must go on alone. Kain have him a short nod, but he paused at the door, just before he would have pushed to open it. He turned back to Melchiah and embraced his withered youngest son for a minute. Melchiah stopped shaking for that one minute, finding comfort there for that brief time. Kain let him go, and Melchiah hobbled off, gripping the walls. Kain’s young son didn’t look back at him, but Kain shrugged it off, guessing that the young one felt good reason not to.

Kain opened the door silently and strode in, shutting the door after himself. The interior was simpler, much to contrast Vorador’s chambers. Here, simpler things decorated the room in calmer tones, none of the lavishness Vorador possessed, and a mere shadow of Janos’ former personality.

Kain smelled a warm scent within the air, possibly insect form a fire pot in the room, that was both very alien and familiar at once and gave him no comfort. The smell was so alluring and yet his mind screamed ‘danger, get out now!’ over and over. He forced himself to keep walking to the inner chamber, where he found Janos. This chamber, where the elder slept was as simple as the rest of the rooms. Simple linens and muted tones here as well, still that shadow present here.

He looked at Janos himself. His pale blue skin dullish gray in the dim light, his ebony wings all the blacker against the gray walls. Contrasting, he wore a simple garment, one he perhaps slept in. The simple white loin cloth rode high on his hips, showing off his trim body, and sleek musculature, and dropped down just past his knees. His long hair was pulled back with a simple cloth tie. Kain would have found him attractive, a true dark angelic handsomeness about him, if not for the conversation with him earlier.

Janos said nothing. His face was neutral at first, but then a slow, best described, diabolical smile crossed his face, destroying the placid, innocent look on his face. Kain inwardly shuddered in fear. Oh how he felt like one of his own victims from times long since past right now. How they must have feared him. How they did his every biding in an attempt to appease him, and hopefully, live the experience. How the same pure fear crossed his mind now.

Janos approached him slowly. “Dear Kain....I’m so glad you’ve come willingly. The last few times I sent your fragile son, you were so bent out of shape you hit him. Such pain, poor little Melchiah has endured. From me, from you, from his brothers. I suppose that showing outside the door gave him a little spark of hope in his miserable existence. I’ll let him keep that little spark for a time.”

Janos’ hand came up to brush Kain’s cheek. Behind those beautiful golden eyes, evil lie and Kain was staring it right on with as much defiance he could muster. Janos smiled at this. “Ah, you’re more willing to fight than usual tonight. Good. I was hoping for an interesting night.”

Kain shuddered, more openly this time. Janos chuckled, and his hand closed forcibly on the collar of Kain’s shirt and yanked him with more strength that he looked like he possessed. He tossed Kain onto the bed and was onto of him instantly, his wings spread, a dark shadow upon them both. Kain grabbed Janos’ shoulder and tore him away from himself, throwing him against the wall with a juicy thunk.

Janos pulled himself up, his shoulders shaking, then out loud with the same laughter that shook him. “Oh you are spirited today,” he said between laughs. He turned to Kain, where he could see what damage he had caused the other. Janos’ side was bruised, and healing rapidly. He wiped a bit of blood from his lip and brought himself to meet Kain fully. Kain retreated some from the other. Janos slowly crept forward, his hand waved in front of him and Kain fell backwards, held there by invisible bonds.

Janos walked over to the closet and pulled something from it. “Looks like I’ll have to use these again.” His smile turned sadistic. “For the first time in a while.” He walked over and tied Kain to the bedposts. Kain pulled at his bonds, whatever spell that held him dropping as he was tied. The silken ropes proved to be very strong, too much for him. He gave up after a few minutes, Janos having sat near him laughing quietly the whole time. “Had enough? I know it hurts a great deal to have rope burns.” He leaned over Kain. “My dear Kain...” his hand brushed the side of Kain’s face again. “Ready? I am,” he said with a grin.

Kain stared at him, hatred burning bright. Janos’ feral grin worried him, but his hatred burned that away. He knew what Vorador ment now. What hell the elder was talking about. Oh how he will repay the ancient for this.

Janos’ head moved down, pressing his lips to Kain’s. Kain tried to pull away, but the other’s strong hands held him. The expression of anger never left Kain’s face. Janos laughed at this softly, laughed at Kain’s will to resist him. Janos took the tie that held Kain’s hair back out and ran his fingers thought the silken silvery strands. He ran his fingers along those bony ridges on the other’s forehead. A crown for the King of the Vampires. This had always made Janos laugh. More so after he took over for now he was the king of all of Nosgoth.

His attention went back to those lips. Bent cruelly seemingly permanently, more so now for his anger seethed. Janos knew what he could do to change this. He pulled an item from a stand. How he loved to study the wonderful form of the other with his hands. Smooth away that resistance enough to make what he wanted all the easier. He stripped Kain easily, not tearing any of his clothing. He poured the warm oil over the other’s body and worked it in every so slowly. He worked that resistance out of Kain. At least for now.

He added his lips and tongue to the massage. He felt those muscles go slack under his working hands and tongue. He could sense the younger vampire’s rage lessen only slightly. He was enjoying himself some finally, but not for long. Soon, his own pleasure would begin. He reached down and stroked Kain’s aroused stiffness. Kain gasped and Janos knew he would have him. He continued to stroke him as he leaned down to lick that same stiff member.

He every so carefully licked and sucked at the younger vampire’s stiffness, mindful of his fangs. He licked the area around the ring he had put there so long ago. He remembered how Kain had screamed when he had done it. Screamed like a tortured soul straight from hell itself. That, he grinned, was a little gift to Vorador. He knew that the two of them had become very close. That extra little stimulation that brought a lot of pleasure to his child. He still cared in a way, not so much as he had at one time, but that one little gift to them was one of the very few he had granted amidst their torture.

He caught part of that ring with a fang and tugged at it. Kain reacted at the sudden twinge, he grunted, and groaned as Janos continued. In no time, he had Kain withering against his bonds. Janos positioned himself over Kain, roughly grabbing him by the hair, his face over the other’s. “Do you want this?” No answer. “Do. You. Want. This?”

Kain looked him in the eyes, rage still in his eyes, clouded by the pleasure he’d been dealt. “Never. You will never have me.”

“Oh I think I do. I have had you so many times, each time just as good as the last. And I will have you again.” Janos stroked his cheek again, then pressed his lips to the other’s. He repositioned the rest of himself., pushing apart Kain’s legs and tossing aside his loincloth. He placed the tip of his stiff member at Kain’s rear entrance. Kain pulled at his bonds, not wanting what was to come. Janos didn’t care, he took Kain any ways, plunging into his depths. Kain cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion, yanking hard at the ropes, his body tensing up hard.

Janos groaned out loudly and panted. “You know this hurts less when you relax and yet you never do. Ah well. Makes this all the better for me.” He started to thrust within the other, groaning loudly. Tensed up like he was, the tighter a place Janos had forced himself into. All the more pleasure for him and pain for Kain.

He groaned and thrust slowly within Kain. He wanted to draw this out again. He knew that due to Kain’s time hopping that Kain was back to is full strength mentally. He would enjoy breaking him back down. Enjoy every delicious second of it. He felt Kain relax some and laughed. He was resisting Janos again, like he had for a long time at first, trying to deprive Janos of as much pleasure as he could. Janos still laughed at this; he knew he would get his own way soon enough.

Janos reached down and stroke Kain’s member. Kain jerked and gasped, his body clenching again. Janos somehow knew him well. Knew he would react like this. Janos kept stroking him while picking up pace with his thrusting. Kain yanked against his bonds, unable to help himself against the pleasure being dealt to him.

WIth a few last powerful thrusts Janos drove himself as deep as he could and went over the edge. Kain soon followed, spilling his seed all over his stomach and against Janos. Janos watched Kain intently as he came down. Janos reached forward and kissed him and stroked his hair. “Good boy,” Janos said, his voice mocking him. He leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “I look forward to next time.” Janos laughed at him, enraging Kain. “Until then my dear Kain.” He waved his hand over Kain’s face, and Kain passed out.

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