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Realms Converge	By : Candice Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 3562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.Don't get to Nosgoth itself til chap 5

Chapter List
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Warning! Descriptions of torture, death, abuse, blood-letting, and child torture ahead. This chapter is not for the faint of heart.
Edits were done by my dear Beta Ellara Levellan. Thank you again!
Further edits have been done as of 05/2020 with new editing tools.
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Chapter Three: ...and into the...ACID?!
Once again, I found myself waking up from a forced slumber. A feeling of surprise flooded through me. I was still alive. Sure, my head pounded with a headache that was bad enough that even the tiniest of movements made my stomach heave and made me choke on the taste of bile. And yeah, my jaw ached as if it had almost been broken, a sensation I only recognized thanks to a fight I'd been in during my last year at high school, But I was alive.
I reached up, wrists surprisingly free of any restraints, and gently probed at my jaw. The area was definitely tender. A firmer press led to a small burst of agony that almost immediately faded into a bone-deep ache all along my jaw.
Yep. Thought so, I thought to myself with a wince, had that asshole struck me any harder, I'd have a broken jaw right now.
I groaned a bit, continuing to lightly rub my jaw to try and soothe the ache. Opening my eyes, I glanced around and frowned. This room seemed darker than the last, and... was I swaying? Confusion filled me, and I tried to sit up, only to have my stomach complain about the movement. I dry-heaved for a few seconds before finally calming my belly, and managed to take several slow breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It took me a moment to pick up an almost acidic tang in the air around me. It was almost like the sulfuric scent around a volcano's hot springs, but... a hell of a lot stronger. More potent. The odd tang lingered on the back of my tongue as I breathed.
Stomach finally somewhat settled, I tried to look around again.
The swaying sensation I'd felt? Yeah. It was because I was in a cage. A steel- or iron-barred cage held up in the air by a massive set of chain links. The door to the cage even had this huge-ass padlock on it, though the keyhole looked a lot smaller than it should have in comparison to the size of the damned thing. That alone told me that the lock was probably a lot more complicated than it looked. Or that it was designed to resist some hefty damage. Even just a cursory look told me that I'd have little to no luck picking the thing. Not that I was good at lock-picking. I'd picked it up as an idle hobby when I'd lost the keys to my child-hood 'treasure chest' and hadn't really learned much beyond a few basics.
"Where the hell am I this time?" I muttered softly to myself, feeling more than a little off-kilter.
Shifting carefully, I neared the edge of the cage. The cage wobbled at the slightest movement, and I didn't want to give away the fact that I was awake again if I could help it. A glance over the edge made me freeze in outright fear. I was being held really high up over what looked to be a massive pool of acid. The surface seemed to actually be bubbling and steaming. It might have just been that the fluid was hot enough to boil but, some acids were really volatile without the application of a heat source. Yay, chem class.
Another quick glance around the room revealed numerous modern-looking vents along the walls. That explained why and how I could breathe without suffocating at least. I glanced back down and stifled another 'hrk' of noise. There were bits of something melting away on the surface of that steaming fluid. Flesh? Maybe. Whatever it was that had been dropped into the pit disappeared as I watched. The harsh bubbling around the air slowly faded as the last of the bits and pieces of what looked like bone dissolved.
I hoped that it hadn't been another person that had been tossed in there, but I doubted it. Turning my attention back to the cage itself was challenging, my thoughts were a gibbering mess, but one thing stood out; was there a weak point to the cage? The links of the chains were thick enough to climb, and I'd been decent enough during gym class when it came to rope-climbing and bars. After double-checking that the chain's path led to the floor around the pool, I decided to check the cage for weaknesses.
"So terribly cute how you think you can get out of there," a voice called out.
I started. Badly. The cage began to rock roughly back and forth, and it took quite a bit of effort not to fall flat on my face. That... that bastard of a wannabe Vampire was somewhere below me. The knowledge that he'd been aware of my movements, coupled with the rocking of the cage, made me feel ill.
"I am afraid, my darling," he said to me in a sultry tone. "That you have forced me to speed up this little process. If you survive, we shall speak again. I do hope you survive, my new sweetling."
I had to catch myself from falling by grabbing one of the bars, another small 'hrk' and coughing fit from me caused him to laugh. I did my best to glare down at him, fear growing inside me. What did he mean by 'speed up the process?' What 'process' was he talking about? As he walked towards the one door I could see, I noticed a lever next to it. A lever that was connected to a pulley system that... that controlled the chain holding my little cage in the air. My heart fell into my stomach as he gave the lever a small tug, down then up. A sharp clicking noise echoed in the room, and the cage jerked roughly, falling perhaps less than a foot.
The motion was enough to knock me off my feet and send me slamming into the bars. The swaying motion of the cage changed from a wobble to an outright unsteady swinging motion. I couldn't catch my balance. The bastard laughed at my predicament and pulled the lever back down before leaving the room with a cheery 'ta' sound.
Despite the blatant truth of the matter, it took my brain several moments to understand that the cage was being lowered down into the acid. How could he think that I might live through this? The acidic, sulfur-like scent grew stronger. Within moments I could hardly take a breath without choking on the foul taste of the air. I scrambled to my feet and reached out to tug at the damn lock, but it was pointless. I had nothing to use as a tool, and the lock was too strong to just break. A bubbling, hissing noise suddenly assaulted my ears, and I felt a dull kind of warmth build beneath my... bare...? feet.
When did he take my shoes? The near-hysterical thought ran through my mind, and I shook my head to clear away the silly notion that such a thing was important.
No, what was really important was that the acid was already starting to eat through the bottom of the cage! Whatever kind of acid this was, it worked fast. Given what I'd seen earlier, it would probably work even faster on me. A ragged, howling cry born of desperation escaped my throat as I stood and tried to kick the door of the cage open. Useless. It only caused the cage to rock harder.
Still, I had absolutely no desire to die like this. I wasn't to be one to just give up and wait for death to claim me either. When one lived in or around cities like Vegas and Paradise, with their crowded streets full of tourists, gamblers, drunken louts, occasional druggies, and late-night stalkers, one learned to acknowledge that desperate drive to survive those late nights if one was cornered.
Since the cage was shaped like the other one, a narrow bird-cage design with the occasional horizontal bar circling it, I climbed up as quickly as possible. The cage rocked with reasonable ease, and if I could, I might be able to reach the chain and... what, force the cage to tilt bottoms up as it melted...? It was the only thing that I could think of. As I reached up past the top bar for the chains, my other hand slipped. I tried to catch the top bar, fingers grasping frantically. My hand closed around the bar for all but a second before my grip failed utterly.
There was nothing I could do. Even twisting to try to catch another bar only earned me a sharp clap of sound as my wrist and leg glanced off the cage bars. The bottom of the cage was already long gone. I was as good as dead and clenched my eyes shut as I braced for the impact.
The sound me hitting the fluid echoed in my ears for a moment before I became fully submerged. I waited for the pain to hit me, but as I sank deeper, nothing happened. At first, I thought it was just shock and my mind protecting me before it was overwhelmed by sensation. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see bits of me melting away, and yet... nothing happened. The acid was almost soothing against my skin.
A need for air hit me, and I kicked my feet to push for the surface. No time to question why I wasn't dying when my lungs were screaming at me.
I broke through to the surface and gasped in great gulps of air only to choke on that acidic mist that roiled along the surface. Confusion filled me as I floated, and only a dull, growing pain pulled me out of my dumbfounded state. I looked down and let out a strangled hiss.
My flesh might not be melting off, but my clothes? Those were dissolving rapidly. I might have somehow, impossibly, been immune to whatever the hell this fluid was made of, but my clothing wasn't.
I swam to the edge of the pool and quickly pulled myself onto solid ground. I yanked my shirt off and tossed it over my shoulder. My pants flew somewhere off to the side. Crimson silk bra and undies? Nope, those were wet too. Into the vat of whatever the hell they went. I tumbled to the ground as I kicked my undies off and panted frantically. Yeah, I was in nothing but my birthday suit, but that was moderately better than having burns from melting clothes getting stuck to me.
Once I'd had a moment to calm my racing heart, I checked myself over. I could feel a few spots that stung mightily and... yup. Several areas along my shoulders, arms, and thighs were a bright, irritated red. I reflexively touched one of the spots and winced, rubbing at it rather than outright scratching. Fuck, shit, and damnation, but that itched like hell! I stood and warily made my way toward the door, arms moving to wrap around my chest and conceal my breasts from view.
Opening the door was awkward, but gifted me with a wave of fresh air. I slipped out of the 'acid room' quickly and took several gulps of clean air to clear my lungs. Oh, but that was wonderful. A quick glance around the area showed that no one was around, and I almost bolted mindlessly. I tightened my grip on my arms to center myself and lowered my right hand to my side. I needed to think. I needed to stay calm. Running into someone in the condition that I was in would not be good. Naked? Unarmed? Yeah, if I ran into someone, especially the bastard from earlier or anyone else with him, that would be very, very bad. If he really was a Vampire then... No. No, I couldn't think like that right now. Just like I couldn't think about the 'why' and 'how' behind surviving a pool of acid. No, right now, I needed to focus on finding something to wear, or more importantly, a weapon of some sort and quickly.
As I made my way through the dimly lit halls, I stumbled across a room that was filled with several large clothing carts. The kind that hotels used to gather up large amounts of bedding and stuff. I slipped inside and started looking around for any clothing. Numerous carts were full of blood and other fluid soaked clothing. There was even a large container filled with blood-stained water in the back and a second one next to it that was probably used for rinsing. Several heavy-duty driers lined the wall, and I spent a moment staring at the disparity.
Hand-wash and then machine dry? What the hell...? I thought dumbly. Why not just have machine wash and dry...?
I shook my head to clear away the silly thought. I did not want to linger here or think about what it meant that there were so many bloodied clothes. Obviously, someone had left in the middle of their chores, and I needed to be gone before they returned to find me. I quickly found a cart full of clean clothing and grabbed the darkest set of clothing I could find. The long-sleeved shirt and pants were a dark brown, which was perfect. A youth spent occasionally hunting with family had taught me that dark clothing would make it harder to see me if I kept to the shadows. As long as I kept my naturally pale skin hidden from sight, that is.
Finally clothed, I looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon. No luck. I bit back a curse and slipped out of the room. Lost as I was, I had no real idea of where an exit might be. Even if I lucked out and found a staircase, would I need to go up or down? Was I above ground or below? Hard to tell when there wasn't a single window in sight. There was no way to know for sure what path would lead out of this hell hole.
'Hell hole.'
It had been a sarcastic description at first, yet what I found as I crept through the halls made the term more accurate than I would have liked. Room after room had barred windows that could be seen through. Most were filled with mutilated corpses or... Okay, yeah, Vampires. Or at least people who liked drinking blood. When I dared to pause and look closely at them, all of them had fangs too. The term worked well enough. What was really messed up about it all? Many of the people with fangs were being tortured by their own kind. I was lucky that they were so focused on each other that they failed to notice me.
The screams were the worst. The noise echoed off the walls as regularly as the tick-tocking of an old grandfather clock. The smell of death in the air faded into the background as well. Blood, however... it hung in the air like a perfume. An intoxicating perfume. I had to squirrel myself away into many a darkened corner just to shake away the haze building in my mind. A... a hunger. It was becoming difficult to remember where I was versus where I had been. I'd gone in a circle at least twice because of it.
I reached a long hallway with wooden walls instead of stone. Said walls almost looked like they had been stained with blood. The rusty brown color was disconcerting, to say the least. Everything about this place was beginning to become too much for me. The screams, the blood-scent, the stench of death, and now the damned decor. I growled low in frustration and rubbed at my forehead. I either needed to find the exit or find a quiet spot to power through the terror and... and whatever it was that was making me hungry of all things.
I did not want to end up like the poor souls that I had passed to get here.
After taking a moment to regain my equilibrium, I slipped out of the alcove that I'd taken shelter in and darted down the hall. I almost passed a tucked away stairwell that led upwards in my haste. Skidding to a halt and back peddling, I cautiously approached the stairway. Could this be the way out? Or would it lead to a path of greater horror? The wooden paneling continued upwards, and there was no sign of the prior stone walls. I might have reached the first floor.
Indecision kept me frozen in place for what felt like forever, as I debated with myself. Eventually, I decided to take my chances by going up one more floor. I started toward that first step, only to come to a halt at the sound of soft footsteps coming down the stairs. Fuck, shit, and damnation, but I had dallied about too long. Was it the bastard from earlier? One of the other Vampires? Oh, but I hoped not. I glanced around desperately and noticed a small crawl space connected to the stairwell. If these people were actually Vampires, then I was dead whether I hid or not. Didn't legends say they could hear a person's heartbeat? Smell someone's fear? See in the damned dark?
For the first time in my life, I prayed to whatever might hear me that I would get out of this place alive and whole. I darted into the cubby and closed my eyes, hoping whoever it was wouldn't notice me.
A loud series of thumps suddenly filled the air. The noise of someone falling down the stairs. There was no cursing, no yelps. Just... the faintest whimper I'd ever heard. I opened my eyes and slowly peaked out of my hiding spot. I froze in shock and horror. While my prayers had been answered, what lay before me was... almost worse. I could not have imagined such a thing. Or perhaps I could have, if only in my darkest of nightmares after watching a horror movie. My stomach rolled violently, and my thoughts again became a near-gibbering mess.
The body lying on the ground... it was a child.
The girl looked like she was, at most, thirteen years old. Her skin was deathly pale, her blonde hair was stained by thick, dark patches that could only be blood, and her arms and neck had what could only be bite wounds all over them. And yet the worst part was her face. Her eyes and mouth had been sewn shut. Recently. Fresh blood mixed with tears flowed down her cheeks, painting them with streaks of pink-red. The girl's breaths were the faint, whimpering noises of something that was dying.
Feeling more than a little conflicted, I slipped carefully out of my hiding spot. A dull sense of panic filled me at the sight of a child. Everyone else I had seen had been adults, which had been bad enough, but a kid? Was there even anything I could do for her with how injured she looked? Were there more kids upstairs? More girls, and possibly boys, hurt and making the same weak mewling sounds? I started forward, thinking maybe I'd be able to carry her with me, only to flinch back as a rattling noise escaped her before she fell still.
Too late... far too late to have helped. She'd probably been left out like this on purpose or out of neglect. I glanced up the stairs. While my mind shied away from the thought of finding more kids in the same or similar condition, I knew what needed to focus on. I had to get out of here and report this place to the police. Guide a rescue party back here. I couldn't rescue everyone on my own against who knew how many people. Frantically looking around, I noticed that the hall I'd been running down ended at a door I'd not seen. That way. I needed to try that first. Going upstairs would be a bad idea. Especially if there were more kids up there.
Damn, I thought with a groan. I'm going to be sick...
It took some effort, but I managed to stumble my way over to the door without throwing up. I took a moment to try to catch my breath and settle my stomach before reaching out and taking hold of the doorknob. My grip tightened hard enough that my knuckles went white when I heard a muffled noise from beyond the door. Given that I had no desire to be caught in my haste to get out of here, I opened the door as quietly as I could to peek inside. A male shriek assaulted my ears just as I opened the door, and I winced. The room had to have some sort of sound-proofing for me not to have heard him clearly before now. As my eyes adjusted to the lighting and I saw two fanged people were standing next to a... a wiggling... mound of... flesh. The male scream? Had come from that mound.
My thoughts ground to a halt for several moments. When my brain finally caught up with what I was seeing, I wished that I'd dared to take the stairs. Said 'mound' was actually the upper body of a man. He'd been hooked onto the wall like he was some kind of worm. His legs were... they were just gone. His right arm too. The shorter of the two 'Vamps' moved closer and licked up some of the blood. Not even a second later, the taller one said something I couldn't hear and... then wrenched off the other arm?!
I barely managed to stifle a scream as blood sprayed across the room in a wide arch. It hit the walls, the floor, and a few drops even hit me in the face. The scent of blood and other bodily fluids hit me like a freight train. My senses, now in overdrive, could pick out every little detail of the image in front of me. Disgust, fear, and horror filled me. Beneath that lay that disturbingly growing hunger.
Shoving that thought down, I slowly closed the door. The man's dying screams faded to a dull noise as the door sealed shut. Rushing in would have done nothing but get me caught. I... I had to believe that. I stumbled blindly away from the door and walked for who knows how long. I stumbled over to a nearby wall and fell to my knees, one hand braced against the cool wood to stop myself from falling over completely. It was a struggle to not throw up. My mind raced, struggling with the knowledge of what I had just seen. It... this... couldn't be real. It just couldn't be.
But it was, and I knew it.
What I had seen was far too real, too detailed to be a nightmare. The scent too strong for me to ignore. Questions ran through my mind. What was this place? Why had I been brought here? What was going to happen to me?
I shook my head. No. None of those questions mattered right now. The only problem that needed to be answered was this; How do I get out of here alive? My stomach slowly began to calm as I thought that. I might not have a plan, true, but I had a goal. Having an end goal had always helped calm my nerves. Thankfully, that odd hunger had faded into a dull ache low in my stomach. Oddly enough, that same ache helped to settle any nausea I felt.
I tried to stand and had to lean against the arm of a statue that I hadn't really noticed in my panicked state. I blinked at it and then glanced up and down the hall. The hall itself was lined with several statues, each one holding a staff or a spear. I'd passed several similar looking figures several floors below. I had even used them for cover. But none of them had weapons.
As I leaned against harder against the arm, trying to see if there was a way to pull the spear it held free, I felt more than heard a 'clicking' noise. Before I had a chance to react, I'd fallen on the ground. I caught myself just before my nose could hit the wooden floor. A muffled curse escaped me as I stood back up and glared at the statue, only to blink in surprise.
The arm of the statue had snapped inwards. It made it look like it was standing at 'attention' with its' hand over its' chest rather than 'at ease.' More importantly, the wall a few paces to my right was silently sliding inwards and then to the side. A secret passageway lay beyond. I walked over and peeked down the darkness of the corridor before me.
"Oh, what the hell," I muttered to myself in a soft, emotionally drained tone. "It'll either get worse, or it won't. Maybe I'll luck out, and it's a hidden escape route."
Slipping into the hidden corridor was easy enough. It was large enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder with ease. I was nervous, but hopefully, I had found some secret escape route or something. The wall behind me shifted and slid shut with a soft 'thump' of sound before I could react, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to contain a small squeak. I poked around the entrance, trying to find a hidden button or something, but it was just this side of too dark for me to make anything out. Not only that, but I knew what was on the other side of that door. I didn't want to go back. A glance back down the path showed just the barest hint of illumination in the distance. Swallowing roughly, I continued down the dark, silent passageway.
Oddly enough, the lack of sound helped to calm my nerves. There was no distant screaming. No horrible smells. In fact, I could smell some kind of flower or soft perfume hanging in the air. It would have been soothing had my nose not been assaulted by... other... things. Now? It was almost sickeningly sweet on the tongue.
As I neared the end of the passageway, I could make out a heavy drape covering the entrance, or exit, to the path. What light there was flickered around the edges of the thick curtains and made them glisten like rubies. I reached out to touch them and felt the softness of velvet against my fingers. High-quality stuff. More than that, though, it was a sign that said I'd likely chosen the wrong path to take.
I pulled the current aside about an inch and warily peeked inside the room. The lighting was dim enough that it didn't take long for my eyes to adjust to see what lay before me.
It was a bedroom. A large one that could fit a small fricken house inside of it. My eyes widened at the sight, and I reflexively opened the curtains another inch before I could stop myself. The room was also garishly red. Pale-red walls. Bright red carpeting. A massive wall to wall fish tank with bloody water that housed what was likely piranhas. It was hard to tell, given the violent way the water was churning. Was that a-? Nope. I looked away from the tank. I was going to listen to my brain's warning of 'don't keep looking at this.'
I almost stepped into the room but caught sight of a bed in the far right portion of the room and froze. The old-fashioned, queen-sized canopy bed was just a gaudily red as the rest of the room. Drapes of red the color of fresh blood wrapped around the darker red wood of the canopy. What little I could see made me think that the sheats matched the drapes and the carpeting.
Movement caught my eye. I shifted back an inch or so and ducked down. Now that I had noticed them, I could just barely make out the shadowed forms of a man and a woman. A soft, feminine moan filled the air, followed by the sound of flesh tearing. The noise was as loud as a gun-shot to my senses, and I couldn't help it.
I gasped.
A pained noise of protest escaped the woman's throat. A cry of 'Auron' filled the air as I fell backward. I tried to jerk the curtains closed as I stumbled, only to have the cloth yanked from my hand as it was pulled aside. Hells, the fabric was all but ripped from the rings attaching it to the curtain rod. My brain broke for a moment.
The man from earlier was in front of me, and he was naked.
The robe from earlier? Gone. Pants? Nowhere in sight. And, to my growing horror, he was aroused and... pointy. Oh, sure, when I looked up at his face, he looked angry as hell at being disturbed. That didn't change the fact that a part of his anatomy was pointed in my general direction! Rage faded swiftly into lust. Dread filled me as his lips curved upwards into a cold smile.
"Ah, my pet. Alive and on the loose, yet you decided to join me?" the man, Auron, or whatever his name was, asked in a mocking tone. "Truly, I am surprised that you got so far."
He slowly stalked toward me, and I stumbled back a few steps before freezing, eyes wide. The path behind me had closed. I hadn't been able to find the trigger or switch to open it. There was nowhere for me to run to. That smile widened enough to show off fangs. Fight and flight instincts warred in my head. His hand lashed out lightning fast before I could take another step.
Fight it was...
I twisted my hand in his grip like I'd been taught and then pulled, only to yelp in pain. Narrow cuts opened up along my wrist. I glanced down long enough to see claws before he yanked me closer. A scream of fear and rage escaped my lips, and he bared his fangs, a pleased look filling his eyes. His free hand lashed out toward my head, and I did the only thing I could think to do. Use the momentum against him.
Rather than continue fighting against his tugging grasp, I let myself fall into it, my knee jerking upward into his groin. His grip around my wrist tightened in response, claws digging in to draw more blood. I could practically hear my bones creaking from the pressure. Next thing I knew, I was slumped helplessly against the stone wall. He must have thrown me backward. As it was, my ears ringing and my breath coming in weakened gasps, I knew I was lucky. Any harder and I likely would have passed out from the impact. A glance to the side showed that he was bent over, cradling himself. Pushing myself back to my feet took precious time, but I managed it and broke into a staggering run with one hand in front of me. I had to escape, somehow, and before he could recover from the blow to his 'pride.' My hand smashed against the hidden door, forcing a hiss of pain from my lips. Wonderful. I wasn't going to be using that hand any time soon.
I held the injured limb close to my chest, and the fingers of my uninjured hand danced almost frantically against the wall as I felt for some sort of button or pressure plate. My nails caught on something. I slammed my palm against it, and a cry escaped me as the door started to slide open. The hope that filled me then was a fleeting thing. Auron slammed into me from behind, forcing me to the floor. He grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back, holding it at a sharp angle. A pained cry escaped me.
"My pet, my pet..." he growled low in my ear. "You are becoming quite the nuisance, aren't you?"
He chuckled darkly. Fangs were suddenly buried in my neck, and I screamed. Pain was the first thing that hit me, followed rapidly by pleasure. Energy seemed to roll over my skin, hot and then cold in waves. Another scream escaped my lips. I tried to struggle. Tried to kick and bite and scratch and hit, but nothing worked. His hand closed over my mouth, fingers spread in a way to both control my jaw and silence me. The weird energy continued to pulse over me, more pleasure than pain now.
Helpless, muffled groans of fear and near-bliss were torn from my throat as he fed. Only once unconsiousness started to claim me did he pull back. His tongue passed over the shell of my ear. The hand on my face moved to caress my cheek. It took some effort for me to realize he was talking.
"You will learn, my pet," he said, voice filled with rage, lust, and dark humor. "Oh yes, you will learn not to anger a Master in his own home. Being in my care can be either the greatest pleasure imaginable... or a living hell."
My eyes fell shut. I was simply too tired, too weary now, to continue to struggle. To stay awake. The floaty sensation of being picked up and carried was too much, and I passed out.
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