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Creation
Book One: The Balance of Life and
Death

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and
Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making �0.00 out of this fic, it is written
purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own
Vorador . . . then he�d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy) and a lemon,
if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it that simple.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Raziel/Kain

Setting: post all games

EXPRESS WARNING: Spoilers for all the games. This fic is
seriously out of it, SERIOUSLY its just odd.

Dedications: 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. Also this goes
to another friend of mine who would like to remain nameless but he�s been a
great help and I just want to let him know how grateful I am.

Summery: The games are over Nosgoth has been
saved. A decision is made about life and death. Life goes on until a newer or
perhaps older enemy rears its head and a warrior must rise.

Authoress note: this is my first fic with Raziel at the
head Yay new territory ^_^ it�s also my first fic in ages that not set in the
Blood omen two time frame!! Wow I�m on a roll.

Also please note due
to the length of this fic it has been broken up into separate parts �Books�
each will be about four/five chapters long. This is Book one.

Italics mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Chapter Two

And
so the land healed.

It
did not all happen at once as Raziel had expected, but slowly over a period of
years; Raziel had expected it to be like the day the pillars had died, a great
wind to wash over the land bringing with it life, but instead of this things had
recovered gradually, slowly. A great deal of the changes were subtle and Raziel
often didn�t notice them unless they were pointed out to him; the return of a
specific animal for instance, or the smell of the swamp; the swamp had lost the
smell of death and decay and instead smelt like renewal and life being reborn, a
primordial soup as Vorador had called it. However, some of the changes were not
in the least bit subtle.

The
return of the ancients from death was perhaps the most unsubtle and most
obvious change to take place. He often thought it was a wonderful sight to
behold, the sky slowly filling with black wings and blue skin; he had almost
wept the day he had seen Janos fly and had screamed blue murder when the
ancient had picked him up and taken off into the air. Yet it was not the
ancients alone who had returned from death, humans and the newer breed of
vampires who had renamed themselves the second generation were also included in
this elixir of life. Raziel had woken one morning to find Melchiah sleeping
next to him, un-evolved and free of the corruption that had once twisted his
body; later that afternoon he�d bumped into Turel and Zephon who seemed to be
more ready to accept everything that had occurred than he was, despite the fact
he had lived it.

All
of those who had died unreasonably or before their due returned as Fate slowly
healed her timestream. Although it soon became apparent that not all those who
had perished in the corruption were returning to the now purified Nosgoth. Apparently,
Fate did not look too kindly on those who had thrown her gift of life back at
her. Those of the population -be they human or vampire- who had died by their
own hand did not return. As Raziel had expected, the ancients� population was
mach smaller now than it had once been. As a result he�d spent quite a few
nights listening to Janos talk of those who he had loved but who had not
returned. This unsurprisingly caused much grief among those who had returned to
life, and the first few years of the purification were spent in mourning for
those who were truly lost, proper funerals were held and the dead sanctified in
hope that one day Fate would forgive there weakness and return them to life.

Although it was not just those who had perished by
their own hand who did not return. Raziel had noticed that the clans he and his
brothers had created had not been returned to life despite the fact that they
had lived and died naturally. No one could explain this no matter how they
tried and quite a few had tried. Janos Audron and a few of the other ancients
who had taken it upon themselves to chronicle the return and try to explain why
fate had done what it had done had come up with the possibility that the clans had
been made in the corruption of Nosgoth and thus did not belong in the new
purified lands. The answer had angered Raziel as he had loved his clan, yet he
had to admit that it did hold some fragment of sense. Yet that still didn�t
explain why he and his brothers had returned and they had not. When he�d voiced
this opinion, the ancient scholars had smiled warmly at him.

�You were the children of the
scion, you belong here.�

This
answer angered the re-created fledgling vampire more so. The �children of the
scion� were welcome in the purified Nosgoth, but their children were
not. He had given up this argument soon enough as it had only exacerbated
things when there was nothing he could do to change them. But the clans were
not the only ones to fail to return. Kain had not come back.

Raziel
was spending a lot of his time now with Janos, who seemed most impressed by his
�whole� form. Although the ancient hadn�t been repulsed by his wraith form he
had admitted that his vampiric one was more pleasant to look at. Raziel had
laughed at the awkward compliment and had proceeded to tease the ancient until
Vorador had come to his rescue. It seemed that Vorador and Janos had shared a
similar relationship to the one he�d had with Kain before the abyss; he had
often found himself leaving the room when the two were together. Jealousy was a
base emotion and one he would like to avoid.

Having
just left the north-wing library of the mansion for such a reason, he now
wandered aimlessly through the swamp towards what was becoming known as the
pillars� citadel. Those who had returned had begun rebuilding Nosgoth to its
former glory, great marble towers and citadels now littered the countryside, along
with human villages and of course the mansion in the swamps. The construction
of these edifices went quickly, the ancients and vampires able to lift and move
frightening amounts of stone and marble without the aid of tools. The sites
were usually chaotic, but somehow the buildings seemed to spring up from the
ground like great stone trees under the spell of life and growth.

The
swamp seemed much smaller now due to the building of the pillar citadel, the
great towering edifice reaching up alongside the pillars, destined when
finished to be the home of the �new� guardians. Raziel had often found himself
puzzling over the guardian situation; apparently Fate had decided that the
circle Kain had killed were killed due to the parasite below the pillars and
had returned them to life. Raziel smiled to himself as he leapt from
outcropping to outcropping, remembering when he�d ran into Moebius �literally-
he�d nearly killed the poor man who had no memory whatsoever of the crimes he
had committed. Now, instead of killing him, he just avoided him.

Meeting
Mortanius had been interesting, Kain�s sire who was not a vampire. Mortanius
refused to be acknowledged as the sire of the scion and instead that honour had
gone to Janos as it was his heart that had given the scion life. Vorador had
taken a little while to come to terms with the fact that Kain was not the
orphan they had all believed, but was his brother. Coming to the edge of the
swamp, Raziel tensed his legs and leapt vertically, landing halfway up a tree
and from there leaping through an open window in the pillar citadel. The inside
was still dusty as it was still being built; it reminded Raziel of an ant hill,
reaching straight up but inside being immensely intricate and maze like. No
doubt the �new� guardians were at the peak.

Fate,
while returning the circle Kain had killed to life and allowing them to retain
certain �powers�, had not restored them to guardianship. Apparently, fate
agreed that only vampires should be guardians, and as a result had resurrected
the original guardians, those chosen when the pillars were first built. Raziel
didn�t like them. They were snobbish in his opinion, believing themselves to be
higher on the social standing that any other creature in existence, including
the Reaver spirit. Wandering up the spiral stairs to the peak, Raziel wondered
to himself why he disliked the guardians so much; true, Kain had never been sunshine
and light. He sniggered quietly to himself at that thought, earning a strange
look from an ancient currently carving an elaborate tale into the walls. But at
the same time Kain had never really been . . . well, stuck up for want of a
better phrase. He�d been arrogant, brutal and quite often immensely foul
tempered, but never completely stuck up. Kain had never used his position as balance
guardian to further his own ends; the new guardians did, constantly using their
guardianship as an excuse to do whatever they wished whenever they wished. The
new guardians had, in Raziel�s opinion, a very bad attitude.

At
the peak of the stairs, a rather overly-decorated corridor lead onwards towards
the door which would open into the room of the guardians. Raziel hated it. It
was too �grand�, great piles of rich material poured onto the walls, great
paintings hung on and around the cloth, it all seemed �tacky� to him, but Janos
had said that was probably because he grew up in the sanctuary, which was in
his words �tasteful� but in Janos� �sparse�. He wasn�t sure if Janos was right;
while it was true he preferred simple d�cor over this elaborate mess, he did
find himself in love with the mansion which was also richly decorated. But in
his opinion the mansion was not overdone, everything matched and was spaced out,
it wasn�t unreasonable; here it just looked like the decorators had been expensively
sick. When he�d voiced this opinion to Janos, the ancient had laughed and
stated he was just looking for fault in the new guardians.

Wandering
down the �sick� corridor he wondered if this was true. Probably, he admitted to
himself. He reached the doorway that would lead into the guardian�s chamber and
smiled. On the door, the faces of the guardians were carved and painted; there
were only eight faces. Fate had not resurrected Balance, and this distressed
the guardians very much but amused Raziel greatly; he would often, when talking
with the new guardians, bring this fact up as much as possible, often reminding
them that they only numbered eight and were unbalanced. He sighed loudly and
knocked on the door. For the first time since he�d received the �summons�, he
wondered what they wanted. The fact that he had been summoned didn�t make him any happier about the whole situation;
Kain had often �called� people, usually sending a messenger never before had
Raziel had eight messengers with a fan fair turn up at his door �singing� to
him that he was wanted. It was embarrassing and seemed to cheapen the whole situation.

He
was called to enter and did so, pushing the large door until it gave way enough
for him to slip inside.

�Sit,
Raziel.� It was an order, not a request, and it made him burn inside. Who were
these people that they thought they could order him?

�What
do you want?� he said plainly and was quite impressed by managing to keep his
voice level. The eight ancients glared at him from their �thrones� and he
glared right back at them, his anger bubbling inside of him.

�Straight
to the point, very well.� Dimension had elected himself the �head� guardian in
place of the absent balance. �Where is the reaver?� Raziel groaned loudly and
let himself fall back completely against his chair. They were going to do this
AGAIN.

�You
have asked me at least EIGHT times,� Raziel snapped, knowing it had been more,
�and I will continue to give you the same answer. The Reaver was destroyed;
fate destroyed the blade by pulling me from it.�

�So
you have said,� Time stood now, �what did she do with the blade, was it
remade?�

�I�m
a fighter, a solider, not a Seer,� Raziel snapped.

�A
true solider knows when to step aside, something you do not seem to understand.
If this display continues we will be forced to . . . remove certain privileges,�
Dimension snapped and Raziel felt his blood run cold. That was so similar to
what the Hylden had said to him when it had possessed Janos that he was almost
physically sick.

This
wasn�t right! It was so not right it made him actually want to be ill; these
creatures had done nothing to earn their place. What had they ever done for
Nosgoth? They didn�t disserve this kind of power over people and the land. They
made a mockery of all he and Kain had fought to save. THAT was why he hated them,
that was why he felt his blood boil at their mention; it was not irrational, as
Janos seemed to think, his hatred of them was perfectly justified.

�You
have no right...� Raziel growled but was interrupted.

�I
have every right,� Dimension snapped back, �and I highly advise that you mend
your attitude before we meet again.� The ancient glared hard at the fledgling Reaver
spirit.

Raziel
was burning; he felt his voice rise inside of him and for a moment considered
stopping it, but in the end this needed to be said.

�When
Kain comes back, he�ll fix the mess you�ve made of yourselves,� Raziel snapped
and sneered. �I�ll be surprised if any of you are alive at the end of it.�

�Ah
yes,� Mind stood now and approached Raziel, �the scion, the one who gave up at
the end of his quest.� Raziel opened his mouth to snap an answer and felt his
claws tighten in anger. �Gave up and left us to clean up the mess he made of
Nosgoth. You think he would return? Then you are a fool. Cowards do not deal
with the consequences of their actions.�

�He
will come back,� Raziel hissed and with those words he teleported himself out
of the chamber.

It
was his third shortest meeting with them in the last eight weeks.

≈Δ≈

Vorador
found the fledgling on the cliffs outside of Meridian.

�He
won�t come back,� the emerald-skinned vampire breathed, approaching Raziel. �He
went into the light and you came out.� Vorador sighed, stopping next to the
fledgling. �You chose life, are you really going to spend it waiting for him?�

�Yes,�
Raziel spoke sharply, abruptly, �he will come back! Melchiah and the others
did, Janos did.� The mention of his sire made Vorador sigh, it was bitterly
unfair and he understood Raziel�s anger. Everyone else had regained what they
had lost; everything anyone else had ever cared about or loved had been given
back, but not for Raziel. What he loved remained dead.

�Raziel,�
Vorador sat down next to the fledgling, watching the side of his face as the
fledgling frowned. He smiled; he could understand why Kain had loved him,
beautiful, strong and fiercely loyal, yes, he could understand. �Your brothers
came back because of the way they died. Fate has fixed everything in the time stream,
everything is as it should be now. Those who died wrongly are given a second
chance.� He stopped as Raziel turned to glare at him

�Are
you saying that he really was meant to sacrifice himself? You believe what he
did was right! That it was right for the world to demand the blood of the one
who saved it? You�re saying its right for these . . . frauds to rule in his
place!� Vorador sighed and closed his eyes. Raziel still denied the fact that
Kain had chosen death, that he had not been �murdered� but that he had just
been tired.

�The
ancients that have returned to us, you will notice, young one, that they are
the ones who died in the war or by other means. They are not the suicides.
Those who died by their own hand or chose death willingly are not permitted
life again.�

�Kain
did NOT commit suicide!� Raziel snapped, looking appalled that Vorador had even
suggested the idea.

�Fate
gave you a choice, Raziel; it is extremely likely that she gave that same
choice to Kain. That is why he will NEVER come back; because he chose to die!
He doesn�t want to be here! He . . .� the elder vampire was cut off as claws
racked across his face. Raziel was on his feet, his claws bloody.

�He
would not just abandon me here,� the fledgling hissed before stalking away
across the grassland. Vorador stood, feeling his face heal almost instantly.

�Stubborn,�
he breathed �just like your father.�

Raziel
regretted hitting Vorador, but his temper was getting worse. When he was angry
like this, it was best to just leave him alone. Vorador should have known that
he should have stayed away. Raziel looked around at the surrounding lands,
rolling hills and a prosperous city on one side and the Blue Ocean
on the other. It was beautiful, but he hated it. He would sell his life and
soul to have the old corrupted Nosgoth back, the Nosgoth of bare stone and
sunken abbeys if it meant he could be with his father again. If he could only
be back when he was a child, to be a true fledgling again in mind as well as
form; he mourned the loss of those days when he hadn�t cared for anything, when
he�d had nothing but his father to think of. He gritted his teeth hard. Kain
would come back, he knew it.

�He�s
right you know,� a voice made Raziel turn, and he glared at his father �I�m not
coming back.�

�Janos
says you�re not real,� Raziel breathed, closing his eyes for a moment before
reopening them slowly. �You�re just a figment of my . . .� he smiled, �over
active imagination.�

�He�s
right too,� Kain smiled, �your imagination is extremely overactive, and I�m
probably something you ate.�

�Huh?�
Raziel blinked. Something he ate? Kain shook his head.

�Never
mind,� Kain slowed his pace to keep with his child, � you realise you owe
Vorador an apology, just because you don�t like the truth doesn�t mean you can
go around slashing people�s faces open.�

�You
of all people cannot lecture me on controlling my temper,� Raziel smiled.

�If
I recall rightly, I couldn�t lecture you on anything,� Kain paused, �well I
could try, but it was rare that you graced me with listening.�

�I
listened,� Raziel protested.

�Then
listen to me now and get on with it. Stop mopping about like the grim reaper
stole all your birthday gifts, and took away your kitten.�

�I
don�t have a kitten,� Raziel mumbled, �and how anyone gets anything done around
here with them in charge I�ll never
know.�

�Spilt
milk,� Kain smirked, nudging his child.

�They
are disgracing everything we . . . you fought for,� Raziel snapped, his voice
getting louder.

�You
think I fought for them?� Kain raised his eyebrows; Raziel opened his mouth to
answer but found he couldn�t. They walked in silence for a time.

�Why
won�t you come back?� Raziel sighed, feeling a lump in his throat.

�I
just won�t,� Kain shrugged, absently knocking small stones off the cliff edge
with his foot and watching them fall. Raziel closed his eyes and nodded.

It
was true that not all things had returned to how they had once been before the
war of the ancients and the Hylden. The curse placed on the ancients had not been
lifted; some believed that was because the curse was deserved, and others,
perhaps more reasonable thinkers, believed that the curse was part of fate�s
plan and was destined to exist. Fate seemed to be eradicating all evidence of
the parasite�s existence, everything that the corrupt creature had touched was
returning to the state it was in previous to its contamination by the parasite
with a god complex. Hence why a great deal of the ancients believed the curse
would to eventually fade; the war had been provoked by the parasite pretending
to be a god and so a great many believed that the curse placed on the ancients
by the Hylden was a result of the parasite�s existence and thus believed that
one day the curse would fade as was all the evidence of that creature�s
existence. But only time would eventually tell.

�RAZIEL!�
Melchiah�s voice echoed across the cliff tops, making Raziel jump; the younger
vampire was running up behind his brother.

�Hello
Melchiah.� Raziel forced a smile.

�Talking
to yourself again?� his younger brother teased.

�Only
way one can be sure of intelligent conversation around here,� Raziel allowed
his younger sibling to lead him slowly back towards the city, no doubt they
would stay here a night or two. �Vorador send you out here?�

�Yes,�
Melchiah nodded his expression sobering �I wish you wouldn�t yell at the
guardians, one day they�re going to . . .�

�What?�
Raziel asked grinning dangerously, �destroy the Reaver spirit? Ha!� he snorted.

�Raziel,�
Melchiah lowered his voice, �you can�t go picking fights with such people . . .
Kain�s not here to watch your back any more.�

�I
know,� Raziel muttered turning round to look back at the cliff tops, half
expecting his father to still be there �I know he�s not.�

End of
chapter Two

Authoress note: Depressing! And for
those who are a little confused Kain is dead. Raziel�s going loopy and
Nosgoth�s being run by fascist morons.

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