Edit: fixing the problems and adding stuff to make it better. hope you like it
A/N: I'm not sure what happened here. Idea just popped into my head yesterday, oddly it's the sequel to a crossover fic (songs of sorrow) that's barely starting. Luckily. This can be read as a stand alone story. You'd only need to read the first chapter of the crossover to how Raziel became human for this story.
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Plague Dogs
Prologue
Since my resurrection out of the grasp of the Reaver and into this human body, my travels helping Kain have not been entirely what I call pleasant…
With a powerful shove from behind, Raziel fell to his knees. A snarl rumbled in his throat as his knees hit the cobblestone floor. Agony ripped up his legs upon impact, the sharp pain stole his breath away. His teeth gritted as a means of resistance to the treatment but did little to sooth him. His unwavering resolve refused the cry that wished to escape him due to the ordeal as frustration swelled up in him.
Forest green eyes glared up through ebony bangs. Anger and hate was radiated in the wavering gaze as he bared his teeth at the figure before him. He felt the sharp point of a dagger press against his spine between his shoulder blades, an agitated tingle trailing along his form.
Kain is on a quest to secure what little health is left in Nosgoth and possibly even restore her to the healthy state she was in long ago. He says that without the Elder God pulling the strings on his human marionettes there is a dire possibility that the humans will end up destroying Nosgoth in a mad quest for power. He claims that his new quest is for her benefit but I can see through his facade. He wishes to rule her once more. I do not fallow his views anymore but I see the truth in striving for Nosgoth's livelihood.
The figure reached down and grasped Raziel's chin, forcing his head up and stretching his neck to an uncomfortable angle. The man sneered slightly down at him as his gaze transitioned into a glare.
"Tell me, human… Why is it you reek of the filth of vampires?" Raziel defiant as ever, stayed silent and ignored the figure of power speaking to him. Eyes trained on the one before him; he never saw the slap from the one beside. A growl escaped as his jaw was released and the powerful blow propelled him downward, causing his head smack to into the floor; spots danced in his vision momentarily.
Though I believe that he had no inkling that this new direction that history was taking would result in a civil war, a horrific bloodbath between the still standing vampires and the diminishing forces of this wretched race… This leads me to believe that he shall be most displeased when he returns to this human city to collect me after his hunt, only to find that I have fallen into the claws of these disgusting animals. Being a prisoner in my own body's weak state as a human was terrible as it was but now I am a prisoner to these slobbering mutts. My future does not bode well in either Kain's hands or the hands of these plague hounds.
Raziel raised his head, blood dripping into his eyes, his bangs plastered to his face. A great sense of dizziness befell him, making it hard for him to maintain focus. His head throbbed and his vision blurred but this did little to diminish his resolve.
"Speak up, human! Where are your disgusting masters, little serf…?" Raziel snorted and rolled his eyes. So like a whelp to believe him the slave of some lowly vampire fledgling. His gaze moved to the side as another stepped forward to growl at him.
"You will obey a being that is your superior, wretch!" Wonderful. He had heard such a speech before, though it had been used by his own fledglings towards the wretches disobeying him. Raziel sighed, he could not believe the mess he was in. He found that he could only wish Kain would return soon before these monsters did something horrific to him.
Have I fallen so low as to stoop and beg plead for Kain to save me…?