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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: As always this is dedicated in part 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 in ages that not
set in the Blood omen two time frame!!

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 One

{Kain}

It
was over. It was all over.

Those
thoughts felt strange and foreign, clanking about inside his mind like lead in
water. The more he repeated the words inside his head the stranger they felt.
But he could not deny it, it was over, he had done it, he had won. After an
immortal lifetime of fighting, victory had been achieved, and he�d been alive
to witness it. Watching the pillars pull themselves back together had been
breathtaking, watching the blackness crumble from them like ash from a fire
leaving them white and pristine had been almost unbelievable. Feeling the power
of the land rush into them and pulse back out made him feel almost giddy.
Watching it all happen before him, he had to resist the urge to pinch himself,
knowing that it would probably ruin the image of reverence if the one to save
the pillars started pinching himself to check if he were dreaming.

With
a loud wordless shout of relief and victory he allowed himself to collapses
backwards, landing with a heavy thump on the now lush grass surrounding the
pillars. He could feel the life pouring back into Nosgoth. Everything felt
revitalised, even the dirt underneath him seemed to vibrate with teeming life.
The cry of birds sounded above him and he had to wonder briefly how such
delicate creatures had survived the corruption when those more durable had not.
But that mattered little now; now, everything that had gone wrong, everything
that had died before it was due would be set right. The time stream would
repair all the rips and tears and everything would be recovered.

He
could finally relax, it was over. No more, it was at an end, all his sacrifice,
all his effort, it had all been worth it. A pang of
guilt and pain seared through him as the thought of Raziel entered his mind;
maybe not all the sacrifice had been fully worth it. But Raziel seemed to have
thought it was worth it, otherwise why would he have given himself so willingly
at the end? Kain closed his eyes slowly. Raziel had given himself to the sword
when he had understood the true gravity of their situation. That act made the
guilt grow tenfold inside of Kain. If only he had trusted his child, if only he
had told him everything from the beginning, then maybe he could have avoided
all the pain he had caused his eldest - maybe he could have avoided the hatred
his eldest had held for him for so long.

He�d
watched as Raziel�s eyes had grown dim, as he had faded into the sword, and he�d
watched as Raziel�s hatred for him had fallen away like the blackness from the
pillars. He�d been so angry then, so angry at the injustice of it all, enraged
with the world; he�d been angry enough at that moment to quite easily have said
�sod it all,� and have pulled the sword from his child. Let the world crumble
and rot, it was not worth losing one so . . . needed.

So
no maybe not all the sacrifice had been worth it.

Movement
suddenly disturbed him. His already half asleep mind
tried to ignore it, but his sharply honed instincts wouldn�t let him. Opening
an eye, he spotted Vorador on the edge of the clearing. The elder vampire shockedly looked up at the perfect pillars, then down at the
vampire sprawled across the grass at the foot of them. A look of fear and
sadness crossed his features, but a lazy wave from Kain let Vorador know he
wasn�t looking at a corpse. He watched as the elder vampire made his way across
the grass towards him and even managed a smirk up at him. Vorador sat heavily
down beside him.

�Bastard,�
Vorador spoke, his voice soft as if this were now a holy place. �Nearly gave me
a heart attack.�

�I�d
appreciate it if you could hold off on any life-threatening ailments,� Kain murmured,
yawning widely. �After all the effort I�ve just put into saving you and
everything else, it would be a bit insulting for you to die again so soon.�

�I�ll
try, just for you though�� Vorador was looking up at the pillars, watching the
perfect edifices rise upwards and disappear into the sky.

�Thank
you,� Kain yawned again.

He
couldn�t keep his eyes open. A terrible exhaustion rushed over him, like water
over smooth rocks. He was so tired, tired of everything, tired of life. A
strange thought brushed gently through his mind, he had completed his purpose, and now he could finally rest� He
opened his eyes and blinked; the thought had felt different, like someone had
put it there and he knew that �rest� was not sleep. Yet he found he wasn�t
afraid. Quite the opposite, he . . . actually welcomed the idea, free of pain,
free of duty and responsibility. It wasn�t the first time he had thought of
dying, it had crossed his mind many a time. Many a night he�d sat contemplating
how he would feel if the only way to truly restore balance would be in exchange
for his life; in the beginning he�d been angry, frustrated; after all, what was
the point of life if you were only to die? There was no meaning to his life!
But then, over time, the anger faded, a sort of acceptance grew inside of him
until, after thousands of years of fighting, he had actually begun to welcome
the idea. Freedom from everything. He�d saved the
world, surely that gave his life back the meaning that had been stolen by the
creature beneath the pillars.

A
strange smile crossed his lips and he reached out to run fingers over the
deadly blade lying next to him; he could be free. He stopped suddenly. Something
was wrong.

The
blade was warm.

He
muttered a rather decorative profanity, making Vorador raise his eyebrows at
him in surprise. Sitting up, ignoring the ache in his back, he lifted the blade
into his lap. It was warm to the touch and heating up more with every passing
moment. He cursed again, the exhaustion sweeping over him harder this time.
Damn it all to hell and back again, every time he thought he was close to
ending everything something new had to occur and prevent him from finishing
what he now believed he�d been put here to do. Why was nothing ever straight
forward? The blade continued to heat up in his hands until it was burning him;
he dropped the blade onto the grass and watched it burn the ground.

�What?�
Vorador asked.

�Little
bugger!� Kain snapped. Vorador raised an eyebrow in question. �Damn thing burnt
me,� was the only answer Kain gave. Truthfully this worried him, worried him
more than he would have liked to admit. Previously, the blade had always felt
right in his hands, felt like it belonged there; there was a strange power
holding the two of them together. Never before had the blade truly harmed him,
even when Raziel had held it at his throat or when the Serefan Lord had fought
him with it.

Kain
glanced at his hands, watching the last of the burn heal and fade. This was
strange.

�You
don�t know what�s wrong, do you?� Vorador sighed, pinching the bridge of his
nose with his claws as if he felt a headache coming.

�No,
I feel I rarely know what�s going on anymore. I�m becoming rather good at
improvising�� Kain muttered, watching the blade as it grew hotter still, the blade
turning white now and seeming to melt, shaped metal slowly becoming formless.

�It�s
. . . destroying itself,� Vorador
breathed.

Then
suddenly everything went white.

{Raziel}

The
heat was becoming too much to bare. He would have cried out if he�d been able. It
was the abyss all over again, white hot fire. But there was something different
to the heat this time, it was burning hot, yet it wasn�t painful in the way it
had been before. Truly it hurt, it hurt more than he could ever possibly say, but
it wasn�t pulling him apart, it was forcing him back together.

�Fire
is used both to create and destroy,� a voice spoke. He tried to move, to get a
look at where the voice could possibly be coming from; it was not a voice he
recognised. He reached out a hand and
stopped dead.

It
was then it struck him, struck him like a hammer on an anvil. He had form once
more, legs and arms, fingers and toes, it was all here and it was all pristine
white and whole. He was no longer the wraith-like creature he had become, he
was himself as he knew himself to be, he was solid and
whole. He was a vampire once more. The feeling of having a body, of being able
to reach out and touch things once more and be touched by things was almost too
much. He felt himself go suddenly dizzy, but a coolness
rushed through him, sobering him, taking all feelings of dizziness away.

�Welcome,
Raziel,� the voice spoke again. It was female, soft and gentle like a mother
talking to her child.

�Who
are you?� he demanded. �Why have you brought me here?� He opened his mouth
again to ask where exactly �here� was and felt himself bite his own tongue;
ridiculously he laughed, it had been so long he�d almost forgotten how to use
his mouth, almost forgotten just how sharp his little fangs were.

�I
am Fate, Raziel,� the woman spoke, �and I have brought you to the void to give
you a choice. The first real choice.�

�What
choice?� he shouted, turning round, looking for the woman but not finding her.

�The
only choice you and your father have ever had to make, the only choice that
matters and the only one I can give you.� Raziel rolled his eyes, delighted for
a split second at being able to do so once again. Why couldn�t anyone just
speak plainly was beyond him, was no one capable of plain speech any more? Then
a new thought struck him,

�Kain�s
here?� he asked

�Yes,�
the woman answered, �in a way. You cannot reach him however; the choice must
not be influenced by anything or anyone.�

�Oh
bloody wonderful,� Raziel muttered. It was the first time in decades that he�d
had a body, the first time in a millennium that he hadn�t been raging at his
father and he couldn�t go to him, couldn�t speak to him, couldn�t
touch him. He shivered, suddenly cold, all that time they�d.
. . he�d wasted hating him, when Kain had been right all along, it made his
entire body ache.

�Just
give me the choice,� he muttered, but before the woman spoke again the white
light surrounding him grew more intense, and for a split second it burned him,
made his eyes feel like water had been poured into them. �What the . . .,� he
shouted

�Your
father has made his choice,� the woman spoke, �now you must do the same.� The
light dimmed slightly and for a moment Raziel could see beyond it, he could see
the pillars, he could see Vorador, he could see Nosgoth. �I give you the choice
that was denied you long ago,� the strange woman spoke; �I offer you the respite of death or the
chance to live out your life as it was originally intended.�

�Live
or die,� Raziel simplified, not much of a choice in his opinion. The answer was
obvious.

Then
the light was gone, he was kneeling at the foot of the pillars, hands and knees
pressed against the cold marble. Suddenly a weight settled itself across his
shoulders. He turned to look and saw a burgundy coat had been draped over him;
he smiled gratefully at Vorador, who was leaning over him curiously.

�Raziel?�
he asked. Raziel nodded, his throat to dry for words.

Raziel
looked around, noticing the purity of the pillars, the lushness of the
landscape around them. He�d done it then, Kain had won, he�d always known his
father would eventually triumph, he�d never lost faith; the thought brought a
smile to his face for a few moments before it was replaced by confusion.

�Vorador,
where�s Kain?�

End of Chapter
one

Authoress Note: Well that�s the start
of it. I hope you liked, but I wont know unless you tell me now will I *hint,
hint*

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