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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 Four

{One
month later}

Four
weeks later and the prophecy was still as foreign as it had been when first
received. Raziel�s mood was currently immensely foul, a combination of
frustration at this new prophecy and the storms arriving. The rainy season in
Nosgoth was not long but when it started it did not stop or let up until the
end of the season, it was surprising that there were not more floods than there
were. Raziel had asked Vorador when he had experienced his first rainy season
in the mansion, what stopped the mansion flooding? It was strange that it
didn�t as the swamp was wet all year round and when the rainy season truly came
it was always the first place to flood and yet the mansion remained safe, dry
and warm. Vorador had answered that it was an enchantment of sorts placed on
the building and gardens years ago and tuned up every few years.

So
not only was the fledgling vampire and spirit of the reaver frustrated with the
prophecy but his frustration was added to as he was trapped inside the mansion.
He truly hated the rainy season now, being trapped inside a building with
people who thought you were slowly going insane was not Raziel�s idea of a fun
filled season. He remembered when he had truly been a fledgling, he had loved
the rainy seasons then Kain was always amusing when bored and they always had
ways to �entertain� themselves; many a year Raziel would come to the sanctuary
just before the rainy season so as to be �accidentally� trapped within for a
month or so, of course when questioned by his father he always denied this. But
then again Kain had the ability to teleport him back to his clan and he had
never used it, so Raziel had always known his �visits� were enjoyed.

However
towards the end of Raziel�s time as a lieutenant Kain had changed, he had become
less and less amusing and more and more frustrated and foul tempered. At the
time Raziel hadn�t known what to think about his Sires dramatic personality
change but now he thought he understood. That must have been when Kain had
discovered the Chronoplast and had truly started to try and think his way out
of the dilemma. All his fathers past actions made some sort of sense to him
now, he sighed remembering the night before he had entered the change that last
time, Kain had sat up all night talking to him, refusing to let him sleep until
it had been impossible to keep him awake, Raziel had woken briefly once before
he entered the change completely his father had still been there watching him.
He remembered laughing to himself and accusing Kain of being over protective
but now he understood his father�s grief.

Shaking
his head as if trying to move the memories to the back of his mind Raziel
turned to look out of the window. The last storm of the rainy season was in
full swing. The rainy season had been very, very short this year; usually
lasting at least a month and a half, but this years had only lasted a month
before the final storm set in. Despite hating the rainy season Raziel had to
admit he did like storms, he liked sitting and listening to them, the sound of
rain hitting the glass hard enough to almost break it, the wind howling through
the gardens, he wondered how many trees had died this year due to the wind. He
used to sit up and listen to them when young also; listening to the raging
weather tearing Nosgoth apart usually countered by the slow even breaths of his
sleeping father.

�Some
storm,� Melchiah said opening the door and slipping into the dull room;
unintentionally wrenching Raziel from painful memories, Raziel was grateful.

�It�s
loud,� Raziel admitted blinking hard, his eyes were stinging far more than they
had a right to �where is everyone, the mansions so still now, like everyone�s
evolving.�

�They�re
sleeping,� Melchiah nodded and came to kneel next to his brother by the window.
�What were you thinking?�

�Strange
question,� Raziel smiled and jumped as a branch whipped at the window, Melchiah
stood for a moment and went to the bed pulling one of the thick furs away and
taking it back to the window, dropping half over his brother and the other half
around his shoulders.

�I
remember the storms when we were young; they scared me half to death.� Melchiah
laughed quietly pulling the fur up over his head,

�You
were already dead,� Raziel pointed out, the fur soft against his lifeless skin;
he curled deeper into it wrapping the warmth around himself and pressing closer
to his brother, grateful for the company. Storms always made him think to much.

�Yes,
and Zephon used to run around the sanctuary trying to terrify me,� Melchiah
sounded peeved �bastard,� Raziel snorted a laugh

�I
remember when you tried to get even and the two of you ended up chasing each
other round the sanctuary,� Raziel muttered, �wasn�t that the year that you two
. . .�

�Yes
and yes we used to torture each other . . . but I think all brothers do,
Sebastian�s has told me some interesting stories,� the youngest laughed �did
you know him and Kain used to place rather evil traps around the mansion for
Faustus and Marcus?�

�Can�t
say I blame them,� Raziel muttered trying to imagine his father tormenting his
adoptive siblings. Strange how fate works, Kain being taken in by his unknowing
elder brother was obviously no accident.

�They
locked Faustus in the basement once and forgot he was there,� Melchiah
sniggered

�How
long,� Raziel smiled, remembering doing something similar to Dumah.

�Just
a few nights, Vorador found him eventually,� Melchiah shook his head, �I�m
surprised we all didn�t grow up twisted,�

�I
think we did,� Raziel corrected �grow up twisted that is,�

�I
find it strange,� Melchiah mumbled �that I can�t remember anything after you .
. . well after Kain . . . after you left,� Raziel sighed

�Just
fates way of fixing things, I doubt anything interesting happened anyway, after
all without me what would you have done with yourself,� he yawned once again
feeling grateful to his younger brother for coming to him, finally able to stop
thinking and relax Raziel rested his head on Melchiah�s shoulder and let
himself doze.

≈ Δ ≈

The
damage done by the storm was immense, more so than Raziel had expected. He had
expected to lose some trees maybe even a rooftop but there was nothing that
could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes when he walked into the
cemetery the following morning.

≈ Δ ≈

�VORADOR!�
the cry made the elder vampire almost fall from his chair as Raziel barrelled
into the east wing library covered in muck, blood and swamp residue smelling
like the inside of a half rotten corpse.

�Wha
. . .� the elder vampire wasn�t allowed to finish his question before he was
given an answer and it was one he most defiantly was not expecting.

�He�s
gone Vorador!� Raziel panted, gripping the elders arm and trying to pull him
from his seat, �come on we have to find him!� Vorador glared at the blood and
muck Raziel was getting on his coat, the delicate stitching would not take
kindly to being washed, he hissed lightly.

�Who?�
Vorador frowned and eventually allowed the over egger fledgling to pull him out
of his chair, his book falling to the floor. Raziel looked half crazed, eyes
wild with excitement and fear, clawed hands shaking violently; Vorador half
expected him to start foaming at the mouth.

�Kain!
Kain�s gone,� Raziel snapped dragging the elder through the mansion, dripping
over the carpet. Raziel glared at Vorador and noting the elders confused
expression he elaborated, �I went to see him after the storm and everything was
broken apart, the casket was empty, there was a lot of blood and all of the
attendants were dead, drained and dry like dust.�

�Your
mad Raziel,� Vorador spoke appalled and stopped walking and no matter how hard
the fledgling pulled he would not be moved, Raziel hissed and let go of the
elder holding up a hand.

It
was blood covered Vorador frowned, the childe had hurt himself? Parental nature
taking over he took the fledglings hand suddenly stopped, it smelt . . . very
familure, almost without thought his tongue flicked out lapping at the half
congealed blood on Raziel�s hand. Power flickered through him like white hot
lightening making his eyelids flutter, and he knew exactly where the blood had
come from. Everyone had a unique flavour everyone�s blood was slightly
different, like a fingerprint and right now he tasted a light spice coupled
with raw seething power, even in this half congealed blood the power was almost
throbbing.

Kain.

�Dead
bodies don�t bleed,� Raziel hissed, �He�s out there and he�s hurt,� without
saying anything more Raziel turned and stalked down the corridor towards the
main entrance of the mansion, Vorador following.

The
corridors were filled with his tension and Raziel could feel the power of the
glyphs stir in him again, he half expected fire to burst out across his skin,
but he swallowed keeping it inside; now was not the time to lose it. When he�d
arrived at the graveyard and saw the destruction he had believed the storm was
responsible in pulling the ancient building down but once inside he saw that
was not the case. The inside of the great building was black, it had been burnt
from the inside and magic crackled in the air sending static jolts of
electricity through him; he knew this spell, he knew this feeling, this was
what happened when Kain�s lightening spell was called indoors. Lightening would
fall down from the heavens and rip the building apart burning everything
inside. It had happened before, only then he�d watched it happen from a
distance as Kain infiltrated one of the human strong holds and tore it apart
from the inside, it had been rather dramatic.

But
as destroyed as the rest of the building had been it was nothing compared to
the scene that met him inside the main chamber. The great stone box that had
held his father was broken, kicked out from the inside, blood coated the floor
both human and vampire; the six attendants lay dead around the room and leading
away down the southward corridor was bloody human footprints.

�Wait,�
Vorador snapped Raziel span on his heal ready to yell at the ancient vampire
�we will need aid,� Raziel glared for a moment eager to be on his way but
Vorador was right and he nodded his consent. Vorador went very still and Raziel
felt the power of the whisper emanate from the ancient beast. He waited for a
few moments before Vorador turned to him again.

�Well,�
he snapped, tension making him angry. The foot prints leaving the tomb were
human not cloven, Kain had not walked out of that place. Someone had taken him
out and by the mess of the tomb they had done it by force. But that made no
sense, no one could hurt his father it just wasn�t physically possible let
alone a human and anyway why would a mortal attack barefooted, it made no
sense.

�Janos
is already on his way here,� Vorador spoke after a moment snapping Raziel from
his musings �your brothers are all to far away to help except Melchiah who is,�

�Here,�
Melchiah interrupted the ancient vampire, �Magnus is just coming along with
Sebastian, I didn�t find Marcus or Faustus,�

�Why
so many?� Raziel asked, Vorador looked uncomfortable, Raziel felt his undead
heart beat even faster and his head span slightly, this could not be good.

�I
have been brought back from death young one,� Vorador sighed �it is a
frightening experience, you are disorientated, alone, and your memory is
jumbled; both times when I was brought back I panicked and had to be subdued
until my memory gave me the bits I needed.�

�What
are you saying?� Melchiah spoke angrily before Raziel could manage �that we�re
going to have to fight our father! We�ll be killed I�ve seen him kill armies
before!!�

�We
just need to keep him still until he can think properly.� Vorador protested
�he�ll be weak and unsure of himself, it won�t be that difficult.�

�How
come you�re so sure it�s Father?� Melchiah asked and Raziel held out his hand,
Melchiah blinked for a moment before leaning down and sniffing at the drying
blood, the tip of his tongue flicking out to taste; the fledgling paused. �My
god,� he breathed

�Hence
the numbers,� Vorador snapped �I know Kain and he�ll not go down without a
fight.�

�You
want us to fight him!� Raziel snapped, Vorador opened his mouth to argue but
closed it, he knew this was not an argument he could win and so he changed the
subject.

�No
doubt he�ll be starving so he�ll have headed to the nearest village,� Vorador
paused �Ziegsturhl, he�ll be in Ziegsturhl or maybe
Nachtholm,� he paused, �we�ll track him from the graveyard,� Raziel turned to
look behind him as the scent of Janos came up the corridor just before the
ancient vampire who was accompanied by Magnus and Sebastian, he turned back to
Vorador.

�You really believe me don�t you?� he asked

�Dead bodies do not bleed; this blood is your fathers.� Vorador
smiled �it looks like you got your wish little one,� with that said he gripped
Raziel�s and Melchiah�s shoulders and teleported them to the graveyard. Raziel
winced, he hated teleporting, he could now perform small teleports over a few
meters, he�d been able to �port� himself out from the guardian�s chamber at the
last meeting but had only been able to go as far as the far side of the door.

They arrived moments before Janos, Magnus and Sebastian; without
waiting Raziel tore down the corridor leading them to the main chamber which
was the same as when he�d left it. The vampires spread all over the room
checking it over but it was Janos who called everyone�s attention. He was knelt
by the bloody footprints left behind.

�I may be wrong but wasn�t your father evolved when he died,�
Janos asked Raziel swallowed, he knew someone would notice.

�He was,� Vorador answered as if just realising what the ancient
was looking at, the footprints were humane, not the taloned feet of an evolved
vampire but the prints of a fledgling or mortal.

�What does this mean?� Magnus asked voicing Raziel�s question
�that it�s not Kain, if not then where is he? And who did this?� Vorador stood
up and took a deep breath through his nose sharply,

�Kain left through this door,� he said slowly �he . . . maybe he
was carried out?�

�Either way we have to find him!� Raziel snapped bolting down the
corridor following the prints until they faded then he followed his nose.

This was amazing; his father had really come back! He knew he
hadn�t been abandoned here! He knew it; he knew Kain hadn�t willingly died!
Fate must have given him an ultimatum or maybe . . . it didn�t matter now, all
that mattered now was finding him. He ran forwards not realising when he ran
through wrought iron bars until a shout from Melchiah stopped him. Vorador
slipped through the bars with a mist form and Raziel silently thanked fate for
allowing him to keep his wraith abilities.

�You two go on,� Melchiah said, noting his brother eagerness to be
going.

�If you find him call me,� Janos spoke carefully as if watching
his words �I�ll teleport us to you,�

�When,� Raziel snapped correcting the ancient vampire �when we
find him, not if.� this was his father, Vorador believed him why would Janos
say that?

Shaking the question from his mind he ran forwards and out of the
burial shrine, Vorador beside him, he stopped for a moment less able to follow
his fathers scent outside, the wind and cool air killing it. It was Vorador who
drew his attention to the blood, more blood splattered on the ground, it was
Kain�s and a few feet away the body of one of the guards.

�It�s not going to be much of a homecoming if he goes on a killing
spree,� Vorador muttered

�Janos doesn�t think its him,� Raziel breathed �why do you and
don�t say dead bodies don�t bleed,�

�Janos never really knew Kain, they met once along time ago in
Meridian but it was short; I knew Kain, I lived with him for a long time, I
miss him just as much as you do,� Raziel snorted �it�s true, and I don�t know
that its him, it might not be, it might be a hoax or some such, but I WANT it
to be him, I want this to be real.�

�So do I,� Raziel sighed before heading off in the direction of
Ziegsturhl

What
if it wasn�t his father? What if Janos was right? Just him and Vorador wanting
it to be Kain didn�t mean it was, this could be a hoax. Raziel gritted his
teeth mentally imagining what he would do to those responsible if it was a
hoax. He glanced at Vorador as they bolted towards the village of Ziegsturhl,
the look of grim determination on his features made Raziel realise he had not
been the only one mourning his father�s loss, Vorador just hid it better. It
was only then that Raziel actually gave a thought to what the elder must have
gone through, he�d practically adopted the fledgling scion, taken him in as one
of his own, one of his fledglings and then to find out that Kain was actually
his brother. Briefly Raziel wondered what it would be like losing both a
fledgling and a brother all at once and shivered he opened his mouth to
apologise to Vorador but was stopped as they entered Ziegsturhl.

�Rooftops,�
Vorador breathed �we�ll cover more ground.� And with that they leapt upwards
onto one of the lower buildings before leaping again onto a higher one.
Together they searched the village and it didn�t take long to find what they
were looking for.

It
hit Raziel like a lead weight in the chest, Kain was in that house.

The
shock of having his father given back to him hadn�t really hit him until now, it
had all felt somewhat dream like, and he had been waiting for someone to tell
him it couldn�t possibly be real or for him to suddenly open his eyes and to be
in his bed in the mansion. But that hadn�t happened, here he was awake and
watching the building he KNEW his father to be inside. The actual shock made
him dizzy and he felt himself go faint; only Vorador�s grip on his shoulders
kept him upright. The rooftop was damp still from the rains and slippy, the
near faint had made them both wobble.

�Don�t
you dare pass out on me,� Vorador snapped before going very still again and
speaking through the whisper, seconds later Janos, Melchiah, Magnus and
Sebastian appeared on the rooftop, Magnus slipped and slid down to the gutter
where he managed to get a grip, Sebastian and Janos reached down to help him,
Raziel watched for a moment before he sprang back up at the sound of a wooden
doorway opening. Leaping to the edge of the rooftop he peered over the lip and
watched as a figure left the building.

It
was his father!

Yet
it wasn�t . . .

Raziel
blinked hard unable to understand what he was seeing, all of his senses were
shouting at him that this was his father yet his eyes told otherwise. Before
him stood a fledgling, not an ancient; something small, young, fragile and
tense. The creature on the ground below him was tall and strong looking but not
a strong as his father had been. The skin that wasn�t covered in the remains of
clothing was pure white, like clean bone no emerald tint touched it anywhere.
His hair was the same colour but far shorter than Kain�s had been at the time
of his death, Raziel remembered it reaching just above his waist when untied
but this . . . creatures only fell a little below his shoulders. Yet this
creature smelt exactly like his father had, it walked the same way, it moved
the same, everything was right and yet everything was wrong.

�By
the gods,� Vorador�s voice breathed beside him, Raziel jumped not noticing the elder�s
arrival, to enthralled by the creature bellow that was now slowly licking blood
from its hand.

�What
is it, a daemon?� Raziel managed before the lump in his throat stopped him
talking, Vorador looked at him as if Raziel had just said the most absurd thing
in history

�It�s
Kain,� Vorador snapped then frowned �but . . . but he is as he was when I first
met him, he looks newborn.� Raziel dropped to the ground, Kain went deathly
still at the sound.

�Kain?�
Raziel breathed as the fledgling slowly turned, Raziel expected any number of
reactions except for the one he got, Kain blinked golden eyes at him, tilting
his head curiously for a second before speaking.

�Who
are you?� he asked, Raziel couldn�t answer. His voice was exactly the same but was
this really his father? Without thought for how the creature before him would
react he approached closer and glared at it, it frowned at him before glaring
right back, as Raziel studied golden eyes. It was as if something suddenly
clicked into place.

�Kain?�
Raziel whispered �dear gods above is that really you?� Kain frowned in confusion
and slowly nodded flinching backwards as Raziel reached up to touch his face.

�Who
are . . .,� Kain froze suddenly as behind Raziel, Melchiah had just dropped
from the rooftop, followed by Magnus, Sebastian and Janos. Kain crouched and
hissed loudly, ebony claws glinting in the moonlight, Raziel span to look at
those who had dropped from the roof and suddenly felt the tension in the air as
Kain called magic to him but then just as suddenly it was gone. He turned and
saw the tail end of the tattered cloak disappear round a corner.

�You
idiots,� Vorador dropped gracelessly from the rooftop, landing heavily and
tumbling backwards �why did you do that!�

�What?�
Magnus asked, �We didn�t do anything,�

�You
frightened him; he was perfectly alright until you all pounced on him!� Vorador
got back to his feet and walked after Kain, Raziel ran to catch up,

�Shouldn�t
we run?� he asked, his heart still pounding from the recent discovery.

�No,�
Vorador said firmly �the last thing we want is for him to panic, god knows what
he�ll do. I do not want to be responsible for setting him off and destroying a
village.� Raziel nodded unable to calm his hammering heart, his father was
back, back from death but he was different, he was himself as he was when he
was newborn he was exactly the . . . Raziel paused

�He
didn�t know me,� he breathed feeling his heart stop and his eyes burn

�I
told you his memory will be impeded for a while, maybe a few days, we have to
restrain him till then and then we can . . .,�

�Vorador?� both vampires span around like lightening and
stared, Kain stood half submerged in the darkness of an alleyway, tattered
cloak held weakly around him, the material was ragged and practically falling
from him, blood soaked and mud covered. Kain frowned hard and slowly stepped a
little into the light bare feet sinking into the mud which was splattered high
up his legs from having run through the forest. �Vorador,� the fledgling spoke
again.

�Kain?�
Vorador swallowed and surprised Raziel by rubbing at an eye quickly, Vorador
really had missed him, again for a split second Raziel felt guilt at not
realising he wasn�t the only one suffering. �Are you alright? We�ve been
looking for you.� Vorador held out an emerald talon to the younger fledgling
and waited, wanting Kain to come to him.

Raziel
watched as almost without question or hesitation Kain took Vorador�s talon with
a blood covered clawed hand and Raziel felt a stab of grief. So this was his
father before the betrayal at Meridian; this was his father when he still
trusted people, it was saddening, yet at the same time it was one of the
greatest event�s he�d ever witnessed and he actually laughed at the gesture
causing Kain to jump back and Vorador to glare at him. He continued to watch as
Vorador looked the pale fledgling over, Kain letting him move him around to
look over all of him for injuries.

�You
seem in one piece, I�m glad,� Vorador smiled, Kain just looked even more
confused

�Who
are you Vorador?� he asked
End of
chapter

Authoress Note: HE�S ALIVE!! HE�S
ALIVE!! MAW HA HA . . . alright Frankenstein moment over, *tuts* I�ve always
wanted to play doctor Frankenstein *sigh* anyway is this getting a little to
far from reality or is it still alright, please let me know.

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