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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 Three

{Graveyard
south of the pillars}

�If
you�d have been patient enough to wait for a moment the Guardian�s would have
brought up the subject of the daemons, they wish to know if you�ve had any luck
in locating the source,� Melchiah lectured his brother sidestepping a fallen
headstone.

�I�d
really rather not talk about it Melchiah if it�s all the same to you,� Raziel
mumbled as they made their way through the ancient grave yard where the shrines
of Light and darkness lay hidden, long falling into disrepair.

�Raziel,�
Melchiah sighed, he was well aware of Raziel�s �to use a mild word- dislike of
the new appointed guardians but there was little Raziel�s dislike would do to
change things so it was best just to get on with it. After all Melchiah thought
smugly the guardians died �naturally� before maybe they would do it again, and sometime
soon he hoped, for the sake of Raziel�s sanity.

�Melchiah,�
Raziel answered, his tone an imitation of his brothers

�The
daemons are still here,� Melchiah stated simply, �if they were linked to the
corruption then they should have gone, or maybe they are linked to the
corruption and that�s not yet fully gone, maybe its hidden itself away waiting
to become stronger,� his words were speeding up, his tone more irate.

�Mel
you worry too much,� Raziel�s eyes followed the path, following his old
footsteps; he�d must have walked this path a hundred times in the last six
months alone and countless time in the last fifty years.

�What
if I�m right Raziel and your lack of . . . effort gives it the time it needs to
grow stronger,� Melchiah paused letting his words sink in before continuing �what
if all that . . . awfulness happens again; I don�t think I could bare it.�

�I�m
well aware that the daemon numbers are increasing but honestly I think it�s
probably a simple problem with a simple answer,�

�Janos
said the daemon world was locked by the pillars, the reaver was the key . . .
what if the lock wasn�t locked properly and the reaver�s gone. What if we can�t
close the daemon world off . . . ever,� Melchiah hated discussing this kind of
thing here, it felt sacrilegious; as if he was criticising his father in his
resting place.

�Janos
says lots of things,� Raziel murmured, Melchiah raised an eyebrow that was the
first time he heard Raziel criticise Janos Audron. �Don�t look at me like that.�
Raziel smiled a little but it was clearly forced, Melchiah looked at him his
expression a mask of worry and grief. Raziel sighed
exasperated and stopped walking �Do you want to know what I really think is wrong?�

�Yes,�
Melchiah nodded, Raziel turned and continued walking, they turned the last
corner and entered an ancient building for housing the dead, the building was
big enough to hold a city�s worth of dead but this place was empty save for
one.

�I
think Daemons came through when the gates were open and have scattered all over
the land; obviously some of them have escaped us and maybe they�re breeding on
this plane. I don�t think the gates open Mel, the pillars are whole and
pristine; nothing is wrong any more.�

�But
what if . . .� Melchiah opened his mouth to question further but was silenced
by his brother

�Do
we have to do this here?� Raziel stopped at the main room of the mausoleum and
frowned at his brother, who had the decency to look ashamed, Melchiah shook his
head �thank you, please wait here.� Raziel again forced a sad smile, and
entered the main room, leaving Melchiah by the door.

The
name was above the door, Kain, Scion of Balance. Briefly Melchiah found himself wondering the ridiculous thought of what his
father�s mortal surname had been; surely his parents hadn�t named him just
Kain. Although maybe they had, from what Melchiah had learned from Vorador his
father never was a big fan of his parents. Melchiah shook his head slightly and
breathed his father�s name, it sounded so strange to say it aloud now almost
sacred. That seemed odd to Melchiah, when he had been young his father had been
a god to all the clans he remembered his children speaking of Kain with
reverence but to him Kain had just been his father; he�d loved him and looked
up to him but he�d always been a creature of flesh and blood capable of
mistakes, never the stone faced god the mortals feared. But now that he was
dead Melchiah couldn�t help but feel that something divine had left Nosgoth. The
fledgling felt himself smile knowing that his father would find his thoughts
amusing but was disturbed by the sound of movement that wasn�t Raziel�s, he
turned in time to see Gregory one of the graveyards attendants.

�Morning
Lord Melchiah,� Gregory was an old human, sixty seven years on this world,
Gregory was just old enough to remember what Nosgoth had been like before the
purification and as such respected the dead more so than some of the younger
attendants; Melchiah got on well with him.

�You
startled me Gregory,� Melchiah smiled despite the fact he�d heard the mortal
when they had entered the graveyard.

�Don�t
you be telling lies in this place Lord,� Gregory smiled �the dead have ears you
know,� the mortal paused and looked slightly awkward �Lord Raziel inside is
he?�

�Yes
my brother is inside,� Melchiah nodded, Gregory nodded also and smiled but it
was wistful

�Nice
man your brother,� Gregory said quickly then slowed �fancy he spends a bit to
much time here though,�

�He
misses him,� Melchiah shrugged, Gregory was right, Raziel spent far to much
time here; but there was nothing anyone could do to stop Raziel doing something
he wanted

�True,
that he does,� Gregory nodded slowly, �your Brother, Lord Raziel, he talk to me
sometimes, he says he�s seen him, you know in other places,�

�Yes
I caught him last week on the cliff tops talking to . . . �him�� Melchiah
sighed now unable to say his fathers name in the company of mortal�s it really
was as if his father had become a god �poor Raziel,� he breathed

�My
uncle went same way,� Gregory absently swept at some non existent dust from the
floor with his broom, �used to talk to my aunt forty years after she died, we
had him committed in the end, I�d hate for Lord Raziel to . . . go that way,�

�What
are you saying Gregory,� Melchiah lowered his voice and did his best to keep
the growl out of it; he�d spent the last fifty years listening to people talk
about how his brother was going loopy and he�d spent the last fifty years
defending him, he was not about to hear it from Gregory.

�Maybe
it would be best if . . . best if Lord Raziel didn�t come down here no more,�
Gregory mumbled �I mean no offence sir, it be alright to talk to the dead . . .
but its not good when they talk back,�

�Talk
back!� Melchiah couldn�t keep the shock out of his voice; Gregory looked
confused as if his words were becoming muddled

�I
don�t mean literally Lord, sir, but Lord Raziel he talks, and then he waits and
talks back as if he�d been answered, its no good my Lord.�

�No
I don�t suppose it is,� Melchiah forced a smile �but you try and stop Lord
Raziel doing something he wants to do and if you keep your limbs come back and
tell me.� Gregory laughed

�Don�t
fancy I will my Lord but if any one manages I�ll buy em a drink,� lifting his
broom Gregory turned to leave �fare you well my Lord,�

�Goodbye
Gregory,� Melchiah waved to the mortal and resumed waiting for his brother
absently looking out one of the windows searching through the gradually clouding
sky for the moon, they were due back at the mansion in a short time.

Janos
had been ordered to the fates to speak with them concerning the demonic
problems Nosgoth was still suffering. He�d planned to be back shortly and
announce their verdict to a group, Melchiah did not
want to be late. Frowning at one of the walls he heard a quiet muttering and
sighed, Raziel really was losing the plot, and Melchiah knew he could only
defend him for so long before people started demanding that something be done.
The guardians were already claiming that Raziel�s imprisonment in the reaver
had deranged him, Melchiah had tried to explain
otherwise but knew that they would not listen, refusing to believe that
Raziel�s grief was causing his erratic behaviour not his past imprisonment. In
anger the youngest of Kain�s children kicked at a fragment of stone and glared
at the ceiling

�If
you are bloody well up there then you might want to lend a hand,� he growled
then bit his tongue when he realised what he had just done.

�You�re
losing it to!� the delighted voice of Raziel made Melchiah jump,

�No
I�m no . . . oh what�s the point,� Melchiah breathed �come on we�d better be
heading back to the mansion,� he smiled a little �can�t start without the
reaver spir . . . OW!� he snapped as Raziel punched
him in the arm.

≈ Δ ≈

The
mansion was warm and dry with the faint smell of new paint. Raziel used to
enjoy the smell of new paint but now it was getting sickening. With the
constant growth of the vampire race a great deal of them were currently behind
housed at the mansion while citadels were built. The mansion had taken a lot of
wear and tear over the last fifty years and someone always seemed to be adding
a new coat of paint or new strip of wallpaper. Raziel tried not to breathe as
he walked through the halls to the west wing library but the smell made his
eyes water despite his efforts.

�Good
afternoon Raziel,� the voice made the fledgling turn, Magnus smiled at him
closing the door to Sebastian�s room behind him.

�Hello
Magnus,� Raziel answered, Raziel had never known what to make of Magnus and
Sebastian; he knew that if his father was still alive that he would probably
feel threatened by Magnus and angry at Sebastian but Kain was not alive. Sometimes
he felt that he and Magnus shared something, Magnus had after all suffered a
terrible fate defending Kain; but Raziel had never found the words for the
connection between them and partly as a result he was often uncomfortable
around the other vampire. Sebastian seemed to sense his confusion and normally
stayed away from him, for which Raziel was grateful.

�You
got called to?� Magnus smiled widely, Raziel nodded and managed a small smile
in return despite the strange feeling in his gut.

Magnus
had shared a part of Kain�s life that Raziel could only guess at. Kain had
never been one for telling tales of his past and Raziel only knew snippets; but
he knew that in the time when Kain knew Magnus something terrible had happened
to him and that something had all out destroyed Kain�s sense of trust. So much
so that even when Raziel had been a newborn incapable of betrayal Kain had
always watched him warily waiting to be stabbed in the back; it wounded Raziel
that Magnus had known his father when he was still trusting and open to the
world, in all honesty Raziel often found himself resenting Magnus for it.

�Yes
another of these meetings, I swear if my hallucinations don�t drive me mad
first these damn meetings will� Raziel sighed making Magnus laugh and clap him
on the shoulder

�It
takes a brave man to poke fun at himself,� Magnus laughed before shaking his
head, suddenly losing his humour �it seems Janos has returned from the fates,�

�Yes,�
Raziel rolled his eyes earning a strange look from Magnus �I have spoken with
Fate so please forgive me if I remain unimpressed with what she has to say,� it
was ridiculous Raziel knew but part of him blamed fate for his father�s death.
The two vampires walked in silence for a moment or so before Magnus spoke again

�I
thought Nosgoth was supposed to be at peace now anyway?� he snorted �some peace
with daemons still roaming the lands,�

�If
this is peace then give me back the corruption any day,� Raziel grumbled, Magnus
did not laugh this time he knew that there was a thread of truth in Raziel�s
words.

�You
shouldn�t say that,� Magnus mumbled not looking at the reaver spirit

�If
anyone has a right to its me,� Raziel snapped

�True,�
Magnus nodded �very true indeed,� he sighed and seemed to slip back into his
normal cheerful demeanour �oh well lets hope peace becomes peaceful sometime
soon shall we,�

�I�ll
drink to that,� Raziel agreed as Magnus opened the library door. Briefly Raziel
wondered why anyone needed so many library�s there had
to be at least two on every wing, he swore Vorador was building one more every
time someone accidentally �blew up�, knocked down or just vandalised a wall.

�Nice
to see you could join us,� Vorador snapped at the pair as they entered,

�We
thought we had better gift you with our glowing presence,� Magnus smiled
�personally I�m shocked that you managed to get this late into the night
without coming to bask in our radiance,�

While
Magnus was ranting on about his radiance Raziel looked around the Library, his
brothers sat around one of the smaller tables, cards in hands, playing some
gambling game no doubt. Raziel remembered the nights he�d spent with them,
gambling over cards, it used to get stupid when they ran out of money, they�d
bet slaves, lovers, oxygen; he was quiet sure once that Rahab had betted his
brother Dumah at one point. Remembering made Raziel smile, he turned to look at
one of the other tables Faustus, Marcus and now Magnus and Sebastian sat around
this one, briefly Raziel wondered how Sebastian had gotten here so quickly but
soon lost interest, the main person he was expecting wasn�t here.

�Where�s
Janos?� he asked turning to Vorador

�Well
it seems lateness is the new fashion.� Vorador deadpanned, concern flashed on
his features �how are you feeling tonight?�

�I�m
alright,� Raziel murmured looking up at the sky through the glass doors
expecting to see a flash of blue, but the rain clouds hid everything. It hadn�t
rained yet but the rainy season was long overdue.

�I�m
glad to hear that,� Vorador said not sounding relieved at all. �It seems the
daemon problem is becoming higher on the list of priorities,� he commented after
an uncomfortable moment

�If
the almighty guardians are sending Janos to speak with the three then yes they
must be worried,� Raziel acknowledged. The three were seers, ancient seers who
spoke to fate and destiny they were the three who had told of the Hylden return
and Raziel and Kain�s actions. There were three of them for the simple reason
of decisions, one spoke to fate, another to destiny and the third would listen
to everything and the three would between them decide what to make of fate and
destiny�s words.

�I
hope Janos makes it back before the rain,� Vorador mused quietly

�Worried
for me?� Janos� voice behind them made both Raziel and Vorador jump �I�m supposed
to be the one worrying about you.� Janos wrapped arms and wings around his
fledgling and Raziel turned away walking towards his bothers table where they
were playing poker.

�There
you are, thought you might have forgotten about us,� Turel smiled at his
brother as he approached, Raziel forced a smile and sat

�Janos
back yet?� Melchiah asked while Zephon took the moment to sneak a peak at his
brother�s cards

�He�s
. . . busy,� Raziel shrugged, squashing any and all feelings of jealousy; it
was strange he knew it was envy he felt but it wasn�t envy because he wanted to
be with Janos or Vorador he was jealous of the fact that despite death they had
been put back with each other again; so many people had been given back those
they loved. But not him, he was still alone.

�Oh.�
Melchiah nodded peaking over Raziel�s shoulder seeing just how busy Janos was,
�you can pair up with me for this game of you want, I could use an extra eye or
shoulder to hide behind!� he spoke with plain reference to the fact Zephon was
still looking at his cards.

�Alright,�
Raziel smiled and sat next to his brother but before the game could begin again
it was stopped.

�So
what did they say,� Magnus� voice cut through the chatter of the room, �come on
the suspense is killing,� Janos smiled and drew away from his fledgling who
looked peeved at being interrupted.

�The
three were . . . ambiguous as they always are,� Janos took a deep breath and
frowned �I am unsure what to make of their words so I will give them to you as
they were given to me.�

�Oh
Joy,� Raziel mumbled, Melchiah elbowed him �well, we�ll need a translator.�
Janos� smile widened and he nodded

�Indeed
I think we may need one,� the ancient sighed loudly �but we�ll see what you
make of it.� He took a deep breath �The Being that was absorbed will emerge as
if from the past and it will be weakened; its life will almost be extinguished.
The absorbed will relearn the ways of his race and will be forced to reconcile
with those who were wronged and who wronged. The nine will sing once more when
all was silent and the absorbed will prove to the eight and take his rightful
place. Darkness will be revealed in name alone and the absorbed will perceive
the world as he was, as he became and as he is. The blade will return and Darkness
will then seek to overcome the world. The choice will be made and the
worshipers will fall.�

�Well
did anyone catch any of that?� Raziel mumbled, everyone around him looked blank
faced and shook there heads.

�What
does it have to do with the daemons?� Sebastian asked �I didn�t hear a word
about them,�

�I
have been thinking on these words during my flight home and I cannot make much
of it either,� Janos muttered �I believe the best course of action would be to
speak with the guardians, they translated a great many prophecies in the past.�

�You
aren�t going tonight?� Vorador asked, Janos nodded �but the rain�s
are long overdue, you must remain here.�

�Child
I can teleport,� Janos raised a dark blue eyebrow, smiling softly at his
child�s concern. Raziel sighed loudly as the two slid back together and
everyone decided to leave them alone and left the library silently.

�This
is ridiculous,� Raziel muttered as he and Melchiah walked back to their wing in
the mansion. A lot of the bedrooms were in north wing and as such, North wing
was the wing most often added to, it had now trebled its size since the time of
the Serefan Lord and much to Raziel�s disgust stank almost constantly of new
paint.

�What�s
ridiculous?� Melchiah asked despite having a good idea what his brother was
going to say

�All
these prophecies,� Raziel snapped, �Janos went for an answer about the demons
and all we get is some complete tripe about darkness and a sponge.�

�Sponge?� Melchiah frowned trying to remember anything about
a sponge.

�The
absorbed,� Raziel translated and sighed �I�m just fed up with bloody
prophecies, I�ve had more than my share of them,� Raziel stopped outside his
door his brother watched him for a moment in silence before Raziel sighed �goodnight
Mel, I�ll see you tomorrow evening,�

�Midnights
more like it, knowing you� Melchiah smirked and disappeared down the corridor
towards his own room.

�Sometime
I wonder why I get out of bed at all,� Raziel breathed and opened his door.

The
words of the prophecy were still spinning widely round his head, something
about the words made him feel tense, but not a bad tense, he just felt . . .
anticipation, like something big was going to happen
but then again he supposed all prophecies sound big and imposing. Closing the
door he turned and leaned against the wood eyes closed. Why couldn�t fate and
Seers speak plainly, why was it always giving fancy names to people what was
wrong with peoples first name; he hated it when people called him Reaver or
reaver spirit his name was Raziel, the reaver was a sword and a prison not him.
He smirked a little imagining Fate giving step by step instructions as to what
was going to happen, yeah sure that might happen when Hell freezes over. A
creak of bed springs made his eyes snap open suddenly.

�Oh
its you,� he muttered letting out the breath he hadn�t
realised he�d been holding.

�It�s
me,� Kain answered �sound a little more enthused if you please, even Melchiah
sound�s happier than you and he was snapping at me earlier.� The figment
vampire smirked �make an effort child I came all the way from your imagination
to talk to you,�

�I�m
sorry it�s been a strange nig . . . wait why am I apologising to a figment of
my imagination,� he asked, Kain shrugged

�Maybe
deep down you feel you�re responsible for my death and you wish for my
forgiveness,� Kain collapsed backwards onto the mattress and sighed

�Thanks
make me feel better,� Raziel snapped, again Kain shrugged still lying down.
Rolling his eyes Raziel went and perched on the edge of his bed running fingers
through his father�s hair.

�What�s
wrong with you today?� Kain asked closing his eyes,

�What
makes you think anything�s wrong at all?� Raziel smiled raising an eyebrow,
teasing.

�Intuition,�
Kain opened an eye �also you said you�d had a strange night.�

�The
fates gave another prophecy today,� Raziel answered, Kain�s expression clearly
said �So?� �They were the ones that told of . . . well everything that happened
to us.� Again Kain�s expression said �So?� �SO!,� Raziel
snapped �its very ambiguous and nobody has a damn clue what they�re talking
about,�

�And
you can�t figure out what to do about it?� Kain asked his tone clearly
suggesting he thought his childe had taken one to many
blows to the head. Absently he rolled onto his stomach, stretching out
listening contently as his joints clicked loudly.

�If
you�re going to be sarcastic you can go.� Raziel grumbled,

�If
you would calm down and put your temper to the side for one minuet you might
think of the answer,� Kain nudged, they were silent for a while before Kain
lost patience, �go and look at the time stream!� he snapped rolling back onto
his back to glare at his child.

�What?�
Raziel frowned confused. Kain sat up and glared harder

�Since
when were you the village idiot!� he snapped �go to the guardian of time and
tell him to open up the time stream so you can look at it . . . the way you
could when you were chasing me through the Chronoplast,�

�I�m
not asking THEM for anything,� Raziel glared right back at his father

�Ask
. . . . bully Moebius then!� Kain sighed and rubbed
his temples obviously frustrated

�Your
sense of humour has gotten strange since you died,� Raziel mumbled, Kain looked
like he would bang his head on a wall with frustration but took a deep breath
instead.

�Fine
don�t ask them, wait and see what happens and if you�re not prepared on your
own head be it,� Kain spoke firmly before fading into nothingness. Raziel sat
and glared at the space where his father had been sat for a while before saying
to himself

�I
wonder how many other peoples imagination yells at them. I bet it�s just mine.�

End of
chapter three

Authoress Note: slightly longer chapter
this time. I hope your all still interested and I hope
your enjoying my strange little fic.

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