Days later when he awoke, that cool body he fell asleep to so close by was not there. He looked around, finding he had very good night vision. He sat up and hit his head on the lid of the sarcophagus, only to see it move a minute later, to see the one who had left.

“Father?”

A warm, if somewhat threatening smile greeted him. Blood had dripped down his chin, having fed recently. “Come my child, feed. Your first real meal since your rebirth.”

Raziel smiled, in all the glory of a child, and climbed out of the stone box. Nearby, a couple humans were chained to the wall, crying pitifully for mercy. He looked between them, unsure what to do. He looked at Kain questioningly. “There are two ways we feed.” He pointed to the first chained human, a young male, who hung in his chains, pleading for freedom and occasionally his mother. Kain walked over and slashed at him with his claws, killing the young man. He waved Raziel over, whom followed. “There is this way, stand there, a couple feet away.”

The scent of fresh blood made him salivate in anticipation. Instance took over as he opened his mouth, blood flying across the space between him and the corpse and down his gullet, the body twitching with the force of being drained so quickly. The other human screamed, frightened more as she witnessed the act. Raziel’s head spun as the last bits flew to him, blood dribbling from his lips. He felt his body instantly nourish itself with it.

Kain smiled. “And there’s the other way,” he gestured gallantly to the mindlessly scared human female. Raziel looked at him, then her and walked over slowly. He looked her over as she cried and begged for dear life itself. Raziel raised one hand, placing it gently at her throat, raising her head. He leaned closer to her, instinct guiding him again. He sniffed at her throat, smelling the closeness of pure blood throbbing inside tender arteries. His lips met her throat, searching, feeling her pulse. There...

He bit down, fangs slicing though flesh and hitting its goal. Blood flowed forth, more slowly as he suckled it from her, slowly supping away her life. In the matter of a couple minutes, her life left her along with the last of her blood. He drew back and looked at the grayed corpse, giving it an odd look as his hand drew away, letting her head flop limply.

Kain smiled. “Use the two ways wisely as the situation varies. You will get plenty of practice over time.” He looked at the drained bodies, then to Raziel, smiling. “Come child, now that it is dark I can safely take you to my home.”

Raziel willingly followed Kain. He followed him for what seemed like most of the night though dense forests. They came to a stone thing, stepped onto it and arrived in a clearing. Before him was an even greater stone disk, glyphs and other odd writing upon it. Great cylinder stones lie about, broke, cracked, crumbling. Raziel walked closer, to look them over better. A tentative hand couched their cool surface, feeling a tingling of remaining power within them.

“Behold Raziel, the true power of Nosgoth. The Pillars long ago crumbled to the state of decay you see here before you. There is much more to their story, and you will learn it one day. The truth behind them. But for now, and here, you can see things from your own view. A view I will help you shape. You are an unfinished creation that with much in store for you.”

Raziel turned to the other, elder vampire, a curious look about his face. “For now Raziel, let’s turn you to other things. Simpler things for your forming mind.”

Kain stepped closer. Oh one day you will understand my beautiful child, he thought. Understand through a great pain and misery that will turn you against me, or so I understand now. In time, I hope I understand more. He smiled, a dangerous twisting of his lips, for now...you are mine to have and control, as is all of Nosgoth. “Your destiny is great young one, but for now, live as I will show you.”

Raziel looked up at Kain, unable to understand or comprehend what he was saying. Everything seemed so outrageously complex to him right now. in time, he hoped dearly to understand as Kain was suggesting. “Father...?” he asked, his voice smallish, innocent sounding.

Kain’s mind was elsewhere, past the more complex thoughts of destines and ruling. To something more...primal. he looked Raziel over, really seeing his young fledgling in the moon light. How pleasant it was that he raised such a fledgling that as beautiful as he. One day, time and evolution could claim his own beauty, long before it would this one. Vorador was an example for how time took one’s outer beauty as the price for adapting to survival. How he would evolve, he had no clue. It was difficult enough, now, with so few female vampires about, outnumbered by males. Humans were too frightened to take as he wished.

Here, in the pale moonlight, he could see how beautiful his dear fledgling was. his light form was topped with sleek, sinuous muscles, looking nothing like someone who wore heavy armor all his life as he had. The armor he had always wore in the past, when he was living, gave him such a heavily sculpted body, strong shoulders and chest to support it’s heavy weight. Raziel was different. He was younger apparently when he met his end and despite it, his lighter, smaller build suggested he spent more time wearing a priest’s robes than armor. A charismatic leader whom was willing to face danger when necessary. His face alone was finely sculpted, his fine features, the tips of his delicately pointed ears, the dark hair that framed his face and emphasized his jaw line.

A hand came forward, to catch his face, the claws of his pale hand running delicately over it all the while looking into greenish tinted yellow eyes. So naive of everything. Naive of even the look of his own eyes, the hunger there. Kain leaned closer to Raziel, their lips almost touching. His voice was a whisper, “My beautiful child...” He pressed his dark lips against the other’s, Raziel’s eyes going wide in surprise.

Internally Kain laughed. He was going to show Raziel reasons to stay loyal. Provide everything for him, make him so loyal he would not question one word of his. He would make him feel, make him fear, make him strong, make him the leader of his new armies.
This dear, dear child of his...so ripe for the taking, so puppet like in this time. He would see that he never looses that trait. For him and only him. The yet to be made others would be jealous, but they would know the same. This one was truly his. They will only be necessities in his plan as cover for other intentions.

He slowly coaxed Raziel’s mouth open, to receive his exploring tongue. Kain found sharpening points of developing, growing fangs. Soon his younger outer appearance would be complete. Fangs, ears and a scant few other telltale signs of him being a vampire. His cut his own tongue on one long white point of his own fang, and lead it back into the other’s mouth to encourage him, bribe him with fresh blood.

Raziel took the bribe, trying to drink down the precious droplets that fell free. He breathlessly fought for more, giving a muffled whimper when he could not get any. Kain stroked the long dark strands of his hair from the nape of his neck, his hair cropped shorter than in the back. He would have to encourage otherwise from him, to let it grow out some to please him.

Kain finally pulled back, his eyes half lidded, looking into the other’s, drunk on the moment, breathing heavily. Raziel looked up at him, still an innocent glint to his eyes along with the same glint of lust that mirrored Kain’s. “Come child, here...”

Kain lead him to a slab of stone, and coaxed him to lie near it, onto the cool ground. They were close to the Balance pillar, and Kain knew what he was doing. He gently pulled Raziel’s worn pants from him, mostly for he had no spares at the moment. Raziel watched as he did so, unsure, but following dutifully. Naked before him, Kain looked him over, taking in the subtle details of him. A hand gently lie Raziel’s head back, a whispered word to relax, and he went to work. Working over his softer neck with his lips, slowly down more. He heard the fledgling’s breath catch in his throat as his lips and hands worked over his chest as he would have a female’s.

He felt the other’s back arch and push against his lips. Gentle hands stroked his sides, as he suckled one pert nipple. He continued lower, examine his tender stomach with his tongue as his hands traveled even lower, gently stroking his hips and thighs. As he worked down, he gently worked his legs open, just a little, to give himself some more room. Gently, a hand came up and touched his sac, taking it into his hand and rolling them around in his hand.
His lips met the slightly softer head, kissing it gently. Raziel gasped and withered beneath him, more so as he took the head into his mouth and gently suckled at it, careful of his sharp teeth.

He stopped, pulling his lips away. he slowly moved up, relishing the soft whimper. He kissed him gently on the lips as a hand worked his legs even further apart, so gently, Raziel not realizing what Kain had in mind. He moved again, this time lying himself over Raziel, positioned between his parted legs. He lie his body over him, careful of his weight, their eyes meeting once again. He smiled, kissing him gently again on the lips, then puling back, a dark seductive look about his face. He softly moved over his face, kissing him softly, slowing down drastically with all the care of a lover. But he was a false lover, and one of the damned. He knew this so well...and would use it again to totally control this one.

Raziel’s hips twitched, feeling a burning need. His hard self brushed Kain and jabbed into his hips. One hand went down and raised one of his legs, then positioned himself carefully. Raziel gasped at the contact at the small, sensitive opening. “F...father...?”

Kain answered, his voice a purr, “Just relax. Relax and this will go easier. You have much to learn...”

Raziel nodded his head and did his best to comply, tilting his hips some to meet Kain more. Kain smiled; so obedient and receptive. Oh how delicious this one was and he didn’t even know better to fight him. He gently pushed forward and felt that ring of muscle contract in protest. Raziel tried to keep himself still, but it was rather comfortable. Kain stroked his hair gently, reassuring him. He reached between them, his clawed hand softly stroking him. More soft, wandering touches and strokes met his cool skin until he was relaxed even more.

He pushed carefully at Raziel’s entrance, making the younger vampire gasp and twitch at the contact. Kain’s hand gently stroking his length kept him from getting too upraised. Slowly, he pressed forward, easing himself into him very slowly. His hand moved a little lower, massaging his sac. Raziel twitched under him. “Hurts father....”

“I know. It will the first few times. Just relax...” He pressed a little harder, easing the head into him. Raziel withered and moaned, feeling that hard invader just inside him. He felt his muscles clamp down on him, making him feel larger than he really was. He cried out again, but was silenced by a soft kiss from Kain. He lovingly kissed him, trying to distract him as he pushed in more against protesting muscles, slowly encasing himself deeper in his dear fledgling.

Kain’s head tilted back as he groaned and slowly buried himself to the hilt. Below him, Raziel was twitching, silent tears falling as the pain overwhelmed him. Kain seen this and leaned down to lick those bloody tears away from his face, to kiss his eyelids and gather a couple drops more of the crimson fluid from them before it could fall. “Shhhhh....”He said soothingly, stroking his hair. “Shhhh....it’s going to be alright....I’m here...”

“Hurrrrtsss...” Raziel said softly, almost a whine, crimson tears dribbling free from his pale eyes.

“Shhhhh....” Kain said again. He reached between them and grasped the fledgling’s hard length and stroked it gently, making him gasp and relax a little. He kept working him, leaning back some so he could reach all of him. To caress his sac and length, trying to relax him again. Raziel purred and moaned, arching his body against his sire, the tension melting form him again. Kain leaned down to place a passionate kiss upon his lips, to distract him as he finally started to move within him. He gave long, slow thrusts, enjoying the muscle wrapped around him, that opening that squeezed so, milking him as muscles protested his movements.

He groaned, almost a purr as he moved. Below him, Raziel was moaning finally, over the pain and steadily floating up on a wave of ecstasy. He withered, moaning and shaking, his fingers scratching at the stony ground. One hand, reaching over, lead one of those passion tensed hands to his shoulders, then the other, to grip and roughly work his flesh as he continued to thrust with him him, gaining speed as his dear childe;s passion grew as well.

“Mnnnn!!! Masterrrr!!!!!” Raziel cried out, his voice echoing off the stones as he arched and tensed, his fingers digging into albino pale flesh, drawing small beads of blood. His body exploded, or so it felt that way as he came, spilling not quite blood tainted, but dead seed slashing against their bodies as Kain growled and tensed as well, overwhelmed in the tight milking sensations, shooting his own hot fluids deep into his dear fledgling.

Panting, he fell forward onto Raziel, too tired to support himself. He hadn’t felt something that good in a long time. He panted, looking down at Raziel's ecstatic expression. One hand came up and stroked his face lovingly, caressing him a little. Raziel whimpered, back to reality and again feeling his burning opening, still invaded and full still.

He leaned down and gave him one, gentle kiss, stroking his ebony hair. Such a sweet childe, he thought, leaning down to kiss and lick his tears away. He carefully pulled away, easing himself out of his dear fledgling. He offered a hand to help him stand to gather his clothing. Raziel did stand, shakingly, tottering over to his discarded pants and slipped them back on. After words, he had to steady himself on a rock as Kain finished dressing and walked over. He smiled to his new fledgling.

“Come Raziel. It is time to take you to a safe place so you can develops and grow into your new life.”

Raziel tilted his head. “Home?”

“Not quite. A home yes. The home of one who would gladly take you in as well. We must hurry. Daylight will come soon and I dare not risk your life against the sunlight.”

Raziel tilted his head curiously. A distant memory came to his mind, one with himself frolicking amongst a field as a child. Rough and tumble play with his brothers. But it couldn’t have been so could it? This was his life, and he had no brothers. “How is...sunlight bad?”

“It burns, Raziel. Burns so intensely. It will turn you to ash. I do not have this problem, nor did I ever, but I do not know in your case and prefer to not risk your young life.” He turned, and waved Raziel over. “Come childe, let us be gone from this place.”

He placed a gentle hand on his fledgling’s shoulder, and teleported them away.
 

They arrived outside a very elaborate manner. Raziel looked about him, seeing skulls on sticks holding green glowing fire pots. The area smelled of rotting vegetation and damp earth. he looked over at Kain, feeling a fit of nervousness at the thought of water. “S-sire?”

“Yes Raziel?”

“Isn’t water bad as well?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are we here?”

“This place has been here long before humans started recording history. It has always been here, in the swamp. This Mansion’s lord is so ancient that water nor sunlight may hurt him. Come, he has promised to help me raise you as he has more experience in raising fledglings than I have.”

Kain walked over, and knocked on the carved, heavy looking door. Raziel stepped closer, not wanting to leave his sire’s side for a minute. The two of them waited. It was a large Mansion after all. Shivering, Raziel spoke up again,”Master? Why hasn’t he answered yet?”

“In these dark times, our kind have become rare and hunted like animals. With the fall of our population even here is affected by the losses. Understaffed, things take a little longer. I’m sure he will be pleasantly surprised to see that another vampire has finally lived long to gain the power to raise a fledgling.”

“Is...he the only one who can?”

“Was. Now I have that power, but not all of the knowledge to follow up on it. We were plentiful at one time, easily able to thin the herds of humans. Now we are few who must stick to the shadows to survive. One day...I will change everything. I have destroyed many a human city, but alone I am not enough. We will rise again. I will see to that. But for now...I must take another route if I am to succeed.”

The door opened finally. Raziel looked over. And up. And up, at the one who answered it. He looked up at a tall man with olive green skin. From his hairless scalp rose a set of large ears, high on his head, down his long face, spikes at his jaw, down, to the edge of his pale silk shirt. Under the cloth, one could tell that this man was well built. Strong even. Surely no weakling. Not this being.

Kain gave him a formal nod. “Vorador, I would like you to meet Raziel. The newest addition to our number.”

The green skinned being turned to him, raising an eye ridge. He looked Raziel over critically, making the young fledgling twitch nervously under the heavy gaze. He nodded, smiling slightly. “Come. A more formal introduction would be best served inside, as a good host, rather than to leave you here on my doorstep.” He waved them inside, turning to let them in.

Inside, Raziel basically ignored the conversation between the two older vampires as he looked the room over, taking in it’s plush elegance. No expense was spared in designing this place. Surely over time the ancient vampire had plenty of time to decide how he wanted everything, to aquire such rich things. Things that were here were by far greater in rich beauty than anything he had seen thus far. Nor would he again. Awe struck, he stared around with all the youthful nieve while the other two spoke.....

“So you have finally gained the strength or raise a fledgling? Where did you find him?” Vorador asked, offering him a glass of deep red liquid. Not quite blood by the scent of it.

Kain took the offered glass and sipped from it carefully. “Indeed I have. It wasn’t easy, but I have succeeded.”

“Where did you find him? One as young as him seems like the sheltered kind. Very unlikely to wander enough from home to catch much less embrace.”

Kain chuckled. “He was easy to find. He had been lying around for a millennia waiting for me to raise him.”

Vorador raised an eye ridge, then looked over at the awed fledgling, then frowned, tilting his head curiously despite it. “Where....?”

Kain grinned broadly. ”Remember the six Sarafan angels?”

“Quite well actually,” Vorador said with a growl. They were the ones personally responsible for killing his sire after all, whom in turn were slaughtered by some demon before he could have killed them as well.

“He was one of them.”

Vorador’s head snapped over, staring widely at him. “Him?!”

“Yes. I raised his corpse as a vampire. He is very weak right now, but i’m sure he’ll gain in power quick enough.”

“Do you have any idea what you have done Kain? He is a threat!”

“No,” Kain said, shaking his head. “He is not. He does not remember his past life in the slightest. You can look for yourself later if you wish, but please...don’t hurt him.”

Vorador looked over at him, an eye ridge raised. “Developing a heart now are we?”

“You know me better than that.”

The ancient vampire shook his head. “Later I am going to see for myself. There is no way I am going to let a possible threat reign from within our kind. Not with the possibility of him becoming a powerful threat.”

“It is understandable. But I do not think he will be, nor ever with guidance. After all,” a slight smile crossed Kain’s lips, his voice turning, taking a viscous air, “One should keep their friends close, and their enemies even closer.”

Vorador tilted his head at that comment, narrowing his eyes a little. This was true...good words from the viscous younger vampire who lived more...violently...than Vorador preferred to live, preferring his peaceful existence in the swamps. “We shall see. I have not lived so long taking foolish risks. It would do you well to do the same.”

Vorador walked over to Raziel, looking him over keenly, as if sizing up an opponent. Raziel shivered and ducked under the harsh, critical glare. He looked Raziel over, slowly from foot to his face, taking in the detail of him, trying to remember this person when he was a living murderer. A killer of innocent fledglings. The irony was delicious thought, now an innocent fledgling. The very thing he used to kill blindly, leaving the young things to die in the morning light, a slow, horrible burning death. He smiled, bearing his long fangs. Raziel drew back further, and tripped over a low table.

Vorador gave a dark chuckle and bent over him, offering a clawed hand to him. Raziel stared at it, unsure, seeing more obvious differences between himself and the elder. What more did this ancient being have in store? Much more importantly, what did he want with him now?

“I would speak with you later fledgling. I will decide your fate.”

“B-b-b...but...Ka-...um...the mas-s-s-ter sa-said..um...you...you wu-would be..h-h-ha-hap-p-p-py....” Raziel stuttered, unable to speak out plainly in the face of this much more powerful being.

“Quit groveling,” Vorador said, more a command. “If you even going to be one of us, you will cease that now. You’re a vampire now, no longer human cattle here to grovel at our feet and beg for mercy.”

“Y-y-yes mas- er..Sir!” Raziel nodded quickly, struggling to his feet.

Vorador nodded. “I will call a servant to the wash room to get you cleaned up. Now go,” he flashed directions into Raziel's mind for sake of making it quicker. As Raziel scrambled to obey, he turned to Kain. “I will check him out later. At least for now he knows his proper place.”

Kain nodded. Indeed Raziel already did. A respect many a fledgling did not hold but he taught him early. He planned on teaching him many things early, before his mind sets and turns ignorant. No...he wasn’t going to raise his fledgling as Vorador did his, spoiled and calloused. No. Not again. Not that mistake. It’s how he lost valuable soldiers before. Traitors, even to their own sire. His eyes narrowed, watching Vorador basically pester the young fledgling, cruelly driving him across the room. No...not again...

Vorador picked Raziel up, Kain watching, cringing inside, watching as Raziel struggled, looking to him for support or sanctuary from the ancient vampire. He bared his fangs at Vorador. “I asked you not to hurt him!”

“He is unhurt,” Vorador replied. holding him by the scruff of his neck. “I will take care of him. I will see his is fed, cleaned up and I will see to it /personally/ that he is not a threat to any of us.”

Kain bared a hint of his fangs to Vorador. To fully bear them would be a direct challenge, but partially, at least he made it clear he did not like what Vorador was saying. Vorador narrowed his eyes at the gesture, glaring in return a warning to not challenge him. He was fortunate though for Kain wasn’t so foolish to challenge one so much more powerful than himself. He at least knew his limitations.

However while the two elder vampires played a silent contest of the wills, he had a hurt expression on his face, nigh a pout, as he tried to grasp the powerful hand that held him, wanting to scramble away from the both of them. Right now he was mindlessly scared of this new, ancient vampire and what he was talking about. He looked over to his sire, his master and father, his golden eyes begging him to pull him away and keep him safe. Instead, he seen a hard look. A frightenly hard look. Not to him thankfully, lest he would have thrown himself into oblivion to escape all this madness. A shiver ran though him, and a faint sniffle, scared. So hopelessly scared...

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> Kain whispered encouragingly. But in the short time the conversation took, Vorador started to turn, taking Raziel with him. He paused and looked at Kain.

“The old chamber you rested in before is still available. I bid you a good day’s rest.”

Kain kept his hard expression, but gave a respectful bow form the neck to him, as polite thanks for the offer. He watched, still with a harsh glare as Vorador left his to his anger. After a time, he walked down the familiar hallway, to that offered room.
 

Vorador took Raziel ot his own chambers, pushing past beautifully carved oaken doors. Raziel's eyes flicked about as he was forced into the room. Just as lavish as the rest of the mansion, Vorador pulled him over, to a large bed, the heavy dark velvet curtains around it, the embroidered covet over it. Vorador plunked him down on it, his gaze not lightening in the slightest. Raziel stared back, wide eyed, body shaking as the taller, older vampire sat down next to him.

Vorador carefully reached out, grasping the fledgling’s chin, holding it tight as he stared into his greenish gold eyes. He shook, watching in return, body coiled like a rabbit just before it runs from a hunter. He chuckled, watching the youngling’s reaction. So afraid, but that also meant their mind was open. Fearful as this, his mind would have been in such shambles that he could hide nothing from him.

Carefully, almost surgically, he entered the youngling’s mind, sweeping though the emotional clutter of his fear and straight to his memory. Blank. nothing there but a few days worth of living. Of...

He blinked, looking at Raziel curiously, then to the door, as if Kain was there, then back to Raziel. So...Kain had first thing tasted the whiles, and tested the insides of this fledgling. Interesting....

He withdrew, releasing his grip a little. looking at Raziel thoughtfully now. “So...Kain showed you the Pillars?” he asked, a wry grin spreading his lips.

“Y-y-yes sir...um master. Yes.”

He traced a clawed finger along his jaw line, that smile still upon his lips. “And what else did he show you childe?” His eyes flicked over him again, this time with none of the harshness of before. This time more...admireingly.

Raziel started to retreat, wondering if it was all right to say what had happened between himself and Kain. Also fearing he was about to be eaten as well for the look on Vorador’s face. “Ummm....”

Vorador chuckled at the bits of gibberish and long paused answer. “It’s too late childe. I already know what happened. I will spare you for all you have form your past is your appearance and nothing more.” He tilted his head, watching the dear fledgling’s shivering lessen some, staring back in wide eyed disbelief. He stroked the youngling’s chin thoughtfully, occasionally a deft graze to the jaw. Slowly, he leaned forward, his free hand coming up to though his features, to run lightly over darkening lips. Raziel closed his eyes, as if to nearly beg for more with the turn of his lips, a delicious looking pout.

Light touches kept teasing his skin as Vorador carefully leaned forward more and more. Raziel's lips kept that little pout, slightly parted as his mind left, sinking into a world of pure senses. Their lips met, a soft touch at first until it became a near, chaste kiss. Raziel's eyes flew open in surprise. For a second time that day, someone wanted him that way. He started to wonder what was attracting people to him.

Slowly, the elder vampire pulled away to look at him, to judge his reaction. Fear melted form Raziel's mind as he realized he was safe from any intending dangers. “S-sir?”

“Yes, little one?” Vorador asked soothingly.

“D-do you want m-me to lie down?” Raziel asked, nervously.

“No, childe. Not yet. his hand stroked farther now, along his jaw, down his soft neck and throat, fingers tickling thinner, sensitive skin. “Kain took you. It surprised me to see you remembering any form of gentility from him.” He paused. “But I have experience where Kain is lacking. He didn’t show you the full extent of your new senses. I do not know how he raised you from the dead like that, but you have plenty to learn.”

Raziel tilted his head, curious at this offer. How could this one, a stranger, offer more than his own sire? “S-Sir? W-what do y-y-you mean?”

Vorador’s hand went down the fledgling’s chest, sliding lightly over bare skin, finding a nipple and rubbing it. his other hand came up, teasing the length of his neck, eyes locked with the younger vampire’s. “I mean much. Just feel. Use your senses. I will guide you.”

Gently, Vorador pushed Raziel down, to lie on his back. He carefully leaned over him, pressing another kiss to his lips, this time working it to be less chaste then before only to find the other receptive and easy to guide because of his recent experience. He slid his tongue into he younger vampire’s mouth, invading him with his long tone, exploring, testing developing fangs. He leaned into it more slithering around his mouth and caressing his tongue with his own until he withdrew, using his tongue to encourage the same in return.

Raziel followed his lead, following the retreating tongue into the elder’s mouth to discover this one different from his sire’s. Longer fangs and sharp teeth lined his mouth and Raziel took his time examining each. Pressure sensitive, Vorador groaned at the caresses from the young one. He finally withdrew all together, Raziel whimpering at the lost contact to find new.

Little kisses, seemingly so rightly places along sensitive skin...Rasiel gasps and clutches Vorador’s shoulders as he delicately teased the fledgling. He alternated between more uses of his long tongue, lapping at his skin cat like. Raziel's head arched back, exposing his soft throat to him, a low moan coming from his lips and deeply within. He withers under the elder, rhythmically squeezing his shoulders as he journeyed downwards.

Over his whole chest, he was covered with a delicately lapping tongue and small kisses. His hands reached up, to stroke his flesh, caressing and massaging him as he leaned over to lap and suckle a nipple. Raziel's back arched and pressed up against him, gasping. He slowly worked over to the other one. Shuddering beneath him, Raziel could but whimper as he moved lower still. Open kisses along his softer stomach as strong hands strokes his flesh and caressed his hips.

He gave a soft, trembling moan as a long tongue delicately lapped along the length of him. Raziel's hands, having abandoned Vorador’s shoulders, clamped into the bedding as he tried to steady himself. His head was arched back, moaning in response. Automatically, his hips tried to buck up, but met resistance as the elder vampire restrained him with his strong hands. He nibbled up the underside, using his lips until he came to the head and he tenderly nibbled and licked at the head, lapping away fluid that was dribbling free from his the slit.

Slowly, Vorador pulled away, his tongue trailing behind until contact was abandoned. Raziel looked up and whimpered. A smile spread over Vorador’s features as he watched the fledgling wither on the bed before him. He looked up at the elder with pleading eyes, making Vorador chuckle. “Not so soon little one. I have but begun with you.”

He reached up, grasping the youngling and turning him over. He pulled at his hips, raising his rear. “Support yourself childe, you will need it...” He let Raziel reach and pull down a few pillows to lean upon, his arms folded under him, looking over his hsoulder at the elder, begging.

Smiling gently, Vorador moved behind him, grasping his hips again. He stroked and caressed them, sliding before him and grasping the globes of his rear, massaging them carefully, caressing them, occasionally reaching between to to cup and caress his sac as well. Slowly, his head dipped, his long tongue snaked out and licked along the crack between those well formed globes of muscle. Raziel arched and gasped at the touch of the slick member as it moved lower, just barely brushing that bud of muscle and lower.

He shuddered and gasped. “Please!” Raziel whimpered and his head fell, to lean on his arms, panting as he felt that long tongue snake around his sac, caressing just before his lips met them, caressing them more, gently suckling. “Mu..Master please!”

Vorador lifted his head, looking at him with an innocent expression. “Please what childe?” He kept his voice free of the mischievousness his mind was concocting concerning this particular fledgling.

“Please...finish me please...so good....” Raziel whimpered.

“Finish what?” Vorador slid one hand down, pressing a knuckle at his opening.

“Aah!! Please!”

He smiled broadly. “Ah...this. It will come soon enough childe...just be patient...”

Vorador’s head dropped again, his tongue snaking out to that same opening, caressing it licking it. He pressed his tongue at the bud, pushing in just a little. Raziel whined loudly, his voice pleading, “Pleeaaaaase!!!” The elder smiled and kept pushing, tickling his insides with the tip. Raziel called out loudly, his body shaking. Before he could do anymore, Vorador grasped his length at the base and squeezed, sending Raziel's climax back to where it came, making him scream in pain.

He whimpered, falling forward, his loins on fire, wracked with pain. He whimpered, slowly looking over his shoulder at Vorador. Vorador stroked and caressed his rear, smiling gently to him. “Not so soon child. There is so much more for you to feel before that comes.” Raziel whimpered as Vorador’s head lowered again, his tongue picking up where it left off, teasing his insides. He slowly reached in further, testing, finding what he was searching for. That bump of flesh...his tongue stroked it, pushing against it, turning Raziel's pain around. Tender still, but turning it.

Raziel was soon trying to buck back onto him, but a firm grasp kept him from succeeding. slowly, he withdrew, then moved away. Quickly, he shed his lavish robes and pants before he slid back onto the bed, leaning over Raziel. His hands slid over his back as he moved, then back down to his hips, grasping them. They then slide back, to caress his rear, then grasp those globes again, carefully spreading them and pressing the end of his hard length against his tender opening.

“Now childe...do you want this?”

Raziel gasped, his body arching. “NnnnHH!! Please! Please...I want it!”

“So in a hurry...I’m sorry I never rush...” Vorador reached down, stroking his rear, grasping himself and rubbing the head against his opening. Another hand moves under, massaging his sac. Raziel gasped, moaning, begging pushing his hips back wanting so much more than those teasing touches. Vorador purred, happy with Raziel's reactions. He pressed against him again, then slowly kept going, pushing into him. Raziel whimpered, trying to push back onto him, but he cannot for the restraining hands.

Raziel squirmed under him, pressing his rear back as best as he could, whimpering, begging for more, needing more. Slowly, the head popped just inside him and Vorador moaned then shoved the rest of his length deeply into Raziel, giving him what he so begged for. He could feel the hard, warm flesh sink into him harshly, come into contact at that pleasure center, bump into it then slide past it. Shaking, Raziel took it. Kain was right, it would hurt again. He withered under the ancient vampire, bothing wanting it and wanting to escape. At this point, Vorador paid no mind to him, just slowly shoving in and out of him, not unconcerned whether or not Raziel wanted any of it.

Bodily, Vorador pinned him, making sure he couldn’t get away as he suddenly started thrusting hard into him, making the young fledgling cry out. Raziel tried to push him away but lacked the strength to do so. He pawed, scratching at him, it hurting a lot now as Vorador used him roughly. A dark chuckle came from the elder vampire.

“Do you like this fledgling?” panting, Vorador stopped. “Remember little one...I will be watching you...every day of your like. If. I. Ever. Believe. You. Are. A. Traitor. To. Us.” those last words punctuated by harsh thrusts. Then, grinding his hips against him, then pushing in hard, shaking him with the force of them. “I. /Will./ Kill. You.”

Raziel stared up eyes wide, crying out with the harder thrusts that tore at him. He shook, clinging to Vorador praying for him to finish soon. Tears ran down his cheeks, mewling sounds of pain as the elder finally drew to a close, filing his sore rear. Before he started to soften, Vorador grinded against him, baring his fangs viscously as a final reminder as he withdrew. Raziel crawled away, curling on his side away from him, softly sobbing into the pillow. He had no clue what he was talking about, why he was hurt so but he had been and now the only thing he wanted most was his dear father.

Vorador leaned over, pulling him over and uncurling him. He held him by the throat, leaning down to him. “I meant every word I said. If you /ever/ betray us, I will make you hurt. I will make you feel every little twinge of pain I have felt over the centuries for each death of my children and family at the hands of the kind you used to be.”

In his grip, Raziel's eyes were closed, his hands lightly gripping Vorador’s arm, shaking in fear, more tears streaming down his face. “That, I promise you.” He leaned down, extending his long tongue and lapped up his freely falling tears, cleaning his face. “Rest now and heed my words. Your sire will be here for you soon.”

Later, Raziel awoke, finding himself curled on his side, in a different bed, He felt himself wrapped in linens, and his rear very sore. He could hear into the next room a conversation. He sat up some, trying to sit, but falling back over, his rear hurting too much to stay sitting.

“I asked you not to hurt him.”

“I made sure he would be harmless.”

“You did /not/ have to hurt him like that. He was a trembling wreck until he passed out in my arms!”

“I /did/ have to hurt him like that. Have you any idea the pain I have suffered over the millennia as people like he used to be destroyed our kind! Do you?”

A pause.

“No. I don’t know your pain. I don’t care for it either. I am not you and I have plenty of my own grief to deal with. I need not to bear yours as well. He is my first and I plan more.”

“Feh! Look at yourself! You’re barely old enough to be raising fledglings. I can see how it wears at you. It will be years until you raise another, if you are so lucky.”

“I don’t have years, I have days. I must return and raise his ‘brothers’ before I am discovered in the process, or loose the opportunity all together.”

“You will kill yourself and leave me with the results to raise.”

“I think not. I am not that weak. I will at least give enough time for him to recover from your so tender loving care. If I do become so weak, at least someone will know the way back here.”

“Wise. You do realize that I will still look out for the safety of our race first. Before their good.”

Kain sighed. “If you so feel it nessicary. You are fortunate that I am in no position to argue with you.”

“No, you aren’t. You still need rest as well. If you push yourself too far, raising them will kill you. This I can tell, however you have accomplished this. You are too young to be raising fledglings.”

“If I do this as I plan, I will be fine. I will take my leave now and rest. That I do admit needing.”

“Then do so. Good day.”

Kain walked away from the elder vampire, shaking his head. He held the wall, back to his room and went inside. There on the bed, Raziel still waited for him, curled up in the bedding like a small child. he slowly walked over to him, dropping his clothing all the way and tossing them on and around a chair nearby. He stumbled over to the bed, nearly collapsing atop of it. He looked over, seeing that his eyes were open.

“Rest childe.” He glided one hand over his silken hair. The servants were kind, cleaning him up well, restoring his pale skin and hair to a much neater state. Though it was mussed now, from having lying a while and resting. He carefully slid in next to him, pulling on his reserves to find a comfortable position. He soon felt the warm contact of his fledgling, his body pulling slower, an arm wrapping around his chest and cool breath on his hsoulder where Raziel came closer and lie as close as he dared to him. Kain returned his embrace, wrapping an arm around him and soon falling asleep.
 

The next nightfall, Raziel awoke first. The sky was darkening; he could feel the warmth start to leave the curtain as the sun sat. He dared not leave the enclosed bed for fear of what his sire said earlier, about the sun being death. He looked down at his master, lying curled on his side, face as peaceful as ever, the hard expression he had seen there before gone.

He reached down, touching his bleached pale skin, feeling the coolness of it. He leans over and snuggles into his back, nuzzling corded muscles. Kain stirred a little at the contact. “W...who....?”

“It’s me father,” Raziel replied. “Only me.”

“Nnnnh...Rasielll....”

“Yes father.”

Kain half nussled the pillow. It had been quite so time since he last shared his bed, much less with one who would be one of his generals. He moved, trying to roll over, Raziel pulling away to let him move. Kain rolled onto his stomach and was immediately covered by Raziel's just as cool body. the fledgling nussled into the strong muscles of his back, licking like a hungary kitten.

“Raziel...?”

“Yes father...”

“Go to sleep.”

“But I am hungary...”

“Then go to the dining room and come back here.”

“I’m afraid...”

“Vorador won’t hurt you again.”

“He did...”

“That was once. The full weight of his wrath is short lived. At the most he will sit and brood over your existence until you or he dies.”

“He’s going to hurt me again...”

“He will be the last thing you would be worried about if you don’t go back to sleep...”

A cry came from Raziel an instant before he dove back under the sheets and pulled tm over his head like a scared young child. He shivered fir a minute, stopping after hearing Kain growl lowly. After a time, he finally dared to move again.

Raziel cautiously moved over, laying a cool hand onto bleached pale flesh. He leaned down closer, smelling him. His sire smelt musky, faintly of the ground, otherwise good. He leaned down and licked him, small, tasting. Deciding he liked this, he leaned down and licked again. He nussled and licked his skin slowly, working up the middle of his back, pushing his long hair aside to keep going.

Kain snorted in his sleep, then coiled closer to his pillow. “Mmnnn....sleep Raziel...”

Raziel kept moving over him, exploring his master, ready to stop if threatened again. Kain muttered something again about sleep but he ignored it. He wanted touch, see and feel him. “Father...may I?”

“Hmm?”

“May I?” Raziel tugged at the sheets that kept Kain’s body mostly hidden from him. “Please?”

“Mnnn....if it will make you go back to sleep...”

“Thank you.....but I don’t want to sleep...I want you...”

“Me?”

“Yes...” He pulled the sheets away from him, revealing his long, muscled and very pale body. Kain looked over his shoulder, half asleep, half curious as Raziel looked him over. Raziel's hands went straight to his back, touching and running them over him. He leaned down again to sniff at his skin, to lick and taste more of him. His licks soon changed, as if he were licking at a delicious treat, enjoying Kain’s skin. He worked down the corded muscles of his back, to his rear. Raziel paused there, considering it, then putting his hands on his rear, touching the firm globes of muscle.

Kain didn’t move, he just watched him passively though Raziel had wakened more than just him. He shifted his hips, his hardening length prodding into the soft bedding. Raziel didn’t bother to notice this, he merely went back to exploring him. He used his hands to study the curves, to stroke his skin. Kain’s upper body shifted as a low groan rumbled up though his chest. He kneaded and stroked his rear again, to see if he got the same reaction. Pleased, he kept doing it until Kain moved frequently.

Slowly, Kain’s legs separated, moving apart enough that he could see his softer sac now. Luckily for Kain, Raziel hadn’t yet developed claws and thus, when he took hold of him, he didn’t have to worry about loosing anything to inexperienced hands. Those hands explored the new territory. A curious finger trailed up the crack of his rear, to find the bug of muscle both his Sire and Vorador has used of his. He rubs it, making Kain arch and groan.

Feeling uncertain, he looked up at his master. “F-father...?”

“Nnnnn....now before I use you Raziel...”

“Sire?”

“Now!”

“Yes sir...” Raziel moved up, over him as he had felt before. He carefully moved, positioning himself then pressed against the bud of muscle. He pushed, against him. Kain recognized the lack of experience, and reached back, grasping him and helping him guide him. Raziel's body stiffened with the new sensations.

“Breathe...relax...”

Slowly, Raziel relaxes. Eventually enough so that he can move, he started to slowly thrust. Kain’s face buried into his pillow, groaning into it as soon moving faster. Form slow and curious, his movements turn to ragged and jerky, like the youth he was. Kain drew a deep breath, enjoying the efforts of his fledgling. He purred deeply into the pillow. and before he knew it, he felt heated fluid enter him, over him Raziel cried out, his body shaking then going limp on top of him. Kain looked over his shoulder, then carefully worked away from him.

Kain sat up, grasping him and lying him down. He leaned down over him, whispering in his ear, “Always finish what you start, or don’t start it at all.” His dark lips suckled on his earlobe, nibbling gently. He then sat up, spreading Raziel's legs, then moving between them. He promptly pressed himself between them. Raziel gasped and squirmed, held down by Kain’s weight. Kain sank into him, this time rougher than he had been before. Relaxed as he was, he provided little resistance to him as he pushed deeply inside him.

Raziel whimpered as Kain started to move right away inside him, moving slower than Raziel had, taking his time. Kain leaned down, nuzzling into his throat and groaning, thrusting into him powerfully. With a thin whine, Raziel arched his back, tilting his hips and let him. He felt w warm, wet tongue lap at his neck, hips grind against his own. A low growl, vibrating his skin, and returning hot fluid let him know the other was done.

Kain lie where he was, eyes mostly closed, comfortable. With a slow motion, he moved the both of them to their sides, cuddling Raziel close to him. “Sleep now,” he breathed in Raziel's ear. Raziel nodded in return, closing his eyes and was soon asleep.
 

Much later, when Raziel awoke, he heard a tinkling of metal and he opened his eyes. He seen Kain, carefully fastening his belt around him adjusting it. His armor was slipped over his shoulders, a red half cape dangling from his right shoulder with a white symbol upon it.

“Mmm....Father?”

“Ah. You are awake,” Kain said, turning. He walked over, setting on the edge of the bed as Raziel rose from it, sitting. One of his pale hands cupped the side of Raziel's face gently. “Stay here young one. I have had things brought here for you to wear and you will get dressed and wait here for me.”

“B-but where are you going?”

“I’m going to catch our breakfast. Later today, we are going for a trip.”

“You said we weren’t going on a trip for a few more days....”

“You slept quite a while little one. You are young still. You need plenty of rest so that you may change.”

“But I don’t want to change...”

“Yes you do...” One of his hands picked up one of Raziel's. “Claws help. They help you with capturing your prey and they are a natural defense. This is one of many changes we go through. We all change though our curse takes us down different paths.”

Raziel looked at their hands, his own pale hand against bleached white, long black claws adorning Kain’s, contrasting his skin. “Like those?” Raziel asked.

“Yes, like those. Now, like I said, dress, and wait here like a good childe.”

“Yes father.”

Kain smiled and patted him atop the head before getting up and leaving. This left Raziel alone to explore the room for himself. He crawled out from under the sheets and got up, walking over to the dresser where Kain had left some things. He thought better of it than to read though a leather bound book he found, thinking from it was something he shouldn’t be looking at. He set it aside and dug though, finding nothing really interesting, he put everything back. He paused at the book, then decided to peek inside curiously. He blinked at the first page, unable to read it for the text wasn’t something he knew. He flipped thought a few more pages, then gave up, putting it back into place.

Getting up form there, he crossed the room and decided to pick though what was chosen for him to wear. Leather pants and something carved from the armor he had originally awakened wearing. Nausea hit him just then, the room spun around him and he collapsed against the bed as soon as he pulled his pants up. A hand weakly tried to grip the sheets as he slid dow, collapsing on the floor and passing out.

Later, Kain returned, a passed out human in tow. He entered the room, tossing the human aside. “Raziel, it is time to feed...” He paused. “Raziel?”

He walked into the room even more, looking the room over with a critical eye. His breath froze, then he ran over to the bed, dropping to Raziel's side. He lifted him by the shoulders, pulling him up and pulling him close to him. “Raziel?” He shook him, gently at first, then later more violently. “Raziel please...”

No response.

“No please....” Kain lifted the young, unresponsive vampire and held him close, rocking him.

In another part of the mansion, sensing something odd in his home, Vorador got up from his study and went straight to it, to find Kain on the floor with his young fledgling. He quietly walked in further, kneeling down beside Kain. Noticing him, Kain carefully lie the young vampire down, a hot burning rage behind his pale eyes.

“What did you do to him? I demand to know!”

“I did nothing you do not know, Kain. I was in my study reading.” Vorador bent more, looking down at Raziel. “Lift him to the bed...”

Kain bared his fangs, his breath hissing though his teeth. He moved, restraining his anger for his fledgling’s sake. He carefully lifted him to the bed, setting him a top the messy covers.
Kain stayed closer however, not daring let Vorador too close to him.

Vorador shrugged him off despite how protective Kain was acting. He looked Raziel over, then leaned closer to him, sniffing his breath. “He hasn’t fed in a couple days.” He then straightened and looked at Kain. “Don’t you recall how much you fed in your first years of unlife? A fledgling so young needs a lot of feed. This is why I lacked the energy to raise another army so long ago.”

“More? I thought...”

“Because you are past those initial steps in his evolution. You only need to feed every other day or so. Such a young one needs constant feed for the first few weeks of their unlife. Are you so sure about raising them all so closely together now?”

Kain looked down, at the immobile form of Raziel, the anger leaving his face. “I have no choice....I opened that tomb...I don’t have much time before the rest of them crumble to nothing...these last days many have already been to much...”

Vorador nodded then sighed. “If this is what you so want, then I will help you, but you must wait. The two of us can handle two fledglings, but you must at least wait a month before any more. Unless of course, you start letting them feed in secluded areas on the scraps of human society.”

“Then they must learn to hunt fast...”

“Yes. The more you feed them, the easier it is on them the sooner and easier it is they can hunt on their own. But you must be careful. Most of the fledglings I have lost were at this same stage.”

Kain nodded, then walked over to pick up the wakening, and very scared human. He dragged the being over, despair their struggles, to Raziel. Vorador somehow woke him up and lead him to his next meal, which Raziel took as soon as the human was in range, very hungary. After words, Kin spoke,“Rest now.”

“Wh-what about trip?” Curious eyes looked up at him, Raziel's body shook some where he sat.

“Perhaps if we waited a few more days before you go with me,” Kain said, letting the young vampire curl up closer to him. He stroked his soft hair as he spoke, “By then you hopefully will be strong enough to hunt. To feed yourself a little.”

“Hunt?”

“Humans don’t come willingly to us childe. We must capture them. Then we feed upon them. Their dangerous prey however. They can hurt you as easily as they can you.”

“Why...?”

“They are cattle Raziel. food for our kind. But they are dangerous cattle. You do not have to worry. You will be strong for me.”

Raziel nodded, feeling the gentle hand upon his head go still. “Father...?”

“Rest childe, so that I may leave with at least knowing that you are safe.”

Raziel nodded again, “Yes father...” He pulled away, moving up across the bed. Kain turned and helped him organize himself so that he could pull the blankets up over him.

Kain leaned over him, his lips nearly to his forehead speaking softly, “Sleep well and grow strong, childe.”

Raziel smiled a little, then drifted off to sleep. Kain straightened and moved away, turning to the elder vampire. “Thank you,” he said quietly, as the two left the room.

“It is a common mistake I’ve seen made numerous times. Go, raise your second. I will take care of Raziel.”

“You will not hurt him again?” Kain asked, half quissingly, half threading.

“No. He had learned and I have seen his mind. He has potential, if you can get him far enough along so he can survive well. I hope the next one shows just as much promise.”

“He should. I should be back in a couple days, just as I had last time. Please, see that he is well.”

“He has changed you,” Vorador suggested. “You are acting protective towards someone. I have never seen you like this before.”

“Perhaps. When he awoke and finally looked at me, so helpless...”

Vorador smiled lightly, watching Kain speak. “Welcome to parenthood. I offer you the congratulations I should have given you earlier. It will be a shaky path you take now, but the rewards are great.”

Kain nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Thank you. I must go. Can I trust you to make sure he is well?”

“Go, and do not worry. He is safe here.”

And after that, Kain was gone. Vorador quietly walked back to Raziel and Kain’s room, going in to see how the fledgling was. “Is he gone?” a soft voice asked, fear also mixed into it, the glint of one golden eye in the candlelight.

Vorador chuckled and walked over. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over ot the head that retreated under the covers. “It’s all right young one. I won’t hurt you again.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Raziel pushed his head out form under the covers to see the ancient vampire sitting there. Vorador chuckled, seeing the young vampire acting so meek. “Come on out young one. You need more.”

“Father said to rest...”

“He did. He didn’t want you panicking while he left. He will be back. But you need more.” Vorador petting his soft hair. “Come little one.”

Raziel blinked. “You’re not going to hurt me...”

“No. I promised you I wouldn’t and I promised Kain I wouldn’t.”

“Okay.” Raziel started to get up as Vorador moved away, out of his way. “Your clothes are here,” Vorador said, picking them up and bringing them over ot him. Raziel gave a quick nod and quickly dressed. Vorador reached over as the young one had a bit difficult time with it here and there, memories of more practical things, or he may have never worn before thing like this. The pants were of black leather, shined up and smelled new. They were of a similar style to what Kain wore, the interesting deign of them both protective and provocative at the same time with the way the hem dipped in the front and hugged his body. Light armor for about his shoulders and gauntlets of red silk and black leather. After combing his hair into place properly, Vorador tilted his head inn curiosity seeing that he was quite a pretty, if still very innocent thing.

“Come not, young one, let us go and feed,” Vorador beckoned, reaching out with an inviting hand. “Come...”

Raziel paused for a minute, then soon followed, hunger from deeply within him making him bare his fangs a little in anticipation. Vorador chuckled; oh the sweet days of raising a fledgling where they are so vulnerable and so willing....

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