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Remembered Gods	By : Light7 Category: +G through L > Legacy of Kain Views: 1447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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The Remembered Gods

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�s that simple.

Also note this fic discusses and contains
hints of Rape

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Janos/Vorador

Authoress note:
Please note this whole fic is in Janos� point of view.

I am judging Janos was in the device for
six hundred years, this was worked out from the timeline but my mathematic
skills really do suck so if it is wrong I apologize.

EXPRESS WARNING: Defiance and Blood omen two spoilers.

Dedications:
This fic was inspired by a review given to �Forgotten Gods� and so in turn this
sequel is dedicated to Jade.

Also Schuldig Schwarz
whose amazingly flattering reviews have been so very sweet and inspiring. Also
because she�s a legacy of Kain fanatic just as much as me.

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.

Italics
mean either flashbacks or thoughts

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Chapter Four

{Janos
Audron}

The
wind was strong outside, sliding down chimneys, loud and vocal.

The
rooftops were high over looking the lower city. Janos smiled. Up here, with the
wind coiling around his wings, was almost like flying
again. He half opened his wings, laughing quietly when the force of the wind
pushed him back a few steps.

Vorador
smiled, watching his Sire as he flexed his wings in the wind, occasionally
taking a step or sliding backwards when the wind forced him to. It had been far, far too long since he�d seen
his Sire smile like that. Vorador winced; it had been far, far too long since
he�d seen his sire at all.

Janos
stopped playing with the wind and crouched low. Vorador watched as his Sire
drew magic around him.

Janos
reached out with his mind once again. He felt his mental energies coil and
twist around the Hylden city. The barrier was still there, but it was . . .
thinner than it had been. Janos smiled and pressed against the barrier.
Immediately, he felt it shimmer against him.

Oh
dear.

�We
were wrong ever to trust you!� Vorador snapped, tensing himself to pounce. Kain
noticed this and tensed also.

�Do
you so wish to return to the grave, old friend? You are in no position to
challenge me,� Kain warned.

�We
have no time for this discord.� Janos hissed, hoping his age and superiority
would make the two stop before claws were used. �I sense that the Hylden Gate
is nearby. I can transport us there.�

�We
will settle this in good time. Tonight the Serefan Lord dies, tomorrow... we
shall see.� Kain nodded at Janos before growling snidely at Vorador.
>

Janos
sighed, thankful that a fight had been adverted. But he did not have long to
wallow in his relief as he was suddenly struck with a bolt of telekinetic
energy. He hissed, falling backwards, hitting one of
the broken walls, forcing his wings to an angle they were not keen on; after a
second he recognised the reaver�s energy. Glancing to the side he saw his
fledgling had also fallen and was lying very still. Kain was the only one
standing.

�This
round is mine, dark one,� the Hylden Lord�s voice hissed.

Fear
gripped Janos� stomach in an iron grip; his child was lying so very still. He
cursed himself for feeding from him earlier and thus contributing to the
weakness. His fear jumped inside him. What if he was dead! It would be His
fault! He would have killed his child just as he had his saviour.

�I
must tend to Vorador, proceed without us, Kain,� Janos snapped noticing Kain
watching him; Vorador was still lying frighteningly still. �I can teleport you
to a place near the gate, but you will have to close it on your own. Use the
Nexus Stone, cast nto nto the gate and the magic of the stone will destroy it
utterly.�

�Cast
your spell then, and let us finish this,� Kain hissed. Janos obeyed and Kain
vanished.

�I don�t
care!� Vorador snapped, yelling now. �You�re not going, I won�t allow it!�

�You forget
your place,� Janos frowned disapprovingly.

�Please
don�t, Janos,� Vorador begged, �you sti still too weak.�

�Weak worthless vampire whore.�

�I am not
weak,� Janos snarled, standing.
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�If you
leave me now I will never forgive you,� Vorador hissed, eyes glowing fiercely.

That was
the last time he would ever see his fledg, al, although he did not know it as
he teleported Vorador back to Sanctuary.

//**//**//

p>
He
held his breath entering into the main chamber of the gate. He could
practically taste Hylden on the air, and the whole compound reeked of them and
their foul magics.

Cloven
claws clicked on iron floors as Janos stepped onto the grated floor that stood
above the gate. Below he could easily make out his captor and his Scion. He
watched momentarily as the Hylden struck wildly at Kain. The Scion seemed
relatively calm despite the fact he was injured and defending bare-armed against
the reaver blade.

He
continued to watch as the Hylden let lose a wild cry and aimed a death blow. The
scion dodged this and raised handsands; vampire magic filled the air and flames
erupted over the Hylden Lords frame, causing him to drop the reaver.

Janos
nodded. Now was the time.

�You!�
the Hylden Lord snapped as Janos put himself between the Hylden and the sword.

�Yes,
your prisoner from whose blood you built your evil plans,� Janos hissed,
sidestepping with the Hylden, preventing the monster from touching the blade. The
Hylden sneered.

�What
could be more righteous than to take our revenge and your freedom from the same
source? Tortured eons of suffering are too good for you, vampire!� The Hylden�s
sneer widened. Janos growled; this creature was filth.

�But
not for you, Hylden,� he snapped back, �who has dared to set a corrupting foot
upon this world after your banishment. Return to the demon dimension in which
you belong!�

�And
by what right, cursed one, did you send my kind to that place of evil?� the
Hylden questioned. Janos sighed; the same old questions. This was the one
question the Hylden had asked him again, and again, and again. He glared at the
creature and gave it the same answer he had always given it.

�By
what right did you lay on us the curse that drove us from the light and made us
predators of humankind!?� he growled.

For
the first time in over six hundred years he got an answer.

�It
was justice for our banishment from the world; you see what it has made of our
once fair race.�

�I
see you have taken your true form at last.� Janos felt no sympathy, not after
all they had done.

�Then
go and see what it makes of you!� the Hylden cried as Janos leapt. He was
easily knocked back.

�Kain,
the sword!� he cried, feeling the scion�s vampire magic and the magic imbued
within the reaver coil around each other. They did fit well together, better
even than Raziel and the Reaver had.

The
blade had been made for Kain, not for Raziel.
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