Author's note: I do not own any characters of this fan fic besides Tybalt and Jysa. Nosgoth and all other people in it are owned by Eidos. I am not making any money off this fic (though I wish I were) and yada yada yada, I'm sure there's more I'm supposed to say but I'm new at this so I dunno. This is my first stab at a fan fic so please review but be gentle.
Kain was slouched in his throne, tapping his fingers in boredom. Normally he would here his sons outside the Sanctuary, laughing and bragging about their latest hunts in the small, unprotected human villages throughout Nosgoth. But tonight all he heard was rain softly hitting the walls around his throne crafted in the pillars. He shuddered at the thought of how painful rain once was to him as a fledgling.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, he quickly rose and sauntered out of the room. He passed through the corridor toward the exit of the Sanctuary of the Clans where two young Dumahim guarded the entrance. As Kain placed a hand on the door one guard coughed to get Kain's attention, which Kain simply paused but didn't bother to look up.
"Excuse me, my lord, but you don't want to go out there. The storm is..."
"You dare to tell ME what I want or don't want to do!?" Kain cut him off and gave him a threatening glare.
"No master, please forgive me." The Dumahim nervously replied and lowered his head.
The glare never left Kain's face as he stormed out the door. However, he could not help but smirk at the fear he had struck into the guard once he was out of sight.
Kain wandered around a bit, but then got a feeling that something wasn't right. Cautiously, he unsheathed the Soul Reaver and glanced around. The only thing he found was a crow, which kept frantically, flying from different recessed parts of rock, trying to find shelter from the rain. With one swift motion Kain struck it down with the Soul Reaver and gave his trademark smirk as it fell.
He continued to wander when eventually he came across the Sarafan tomb. He made a face of disgust as he eyed the "final resting place" of the holy priests who had been just as obsessed as Kain to rule Nosgoth. Something within him told him he should go in. But why? He knew what was in there. He normally would have no desire to visit such a place; however, he still felt that he should. Besides, no one but him had the gift to be in the rain for any period of time anyways. (That would come but a few centuries later.)
So Kain ventured inside and found something that at first put his face into a look of pure shock, followed by an sinister grin.
Kain was slouched in his throne, tapping his fingers in boredom. Normally he would here his sons outside the Sanctuary, laughing and bragging about their latest hunts in the small, unprotected human villages throughout Nosgoth. But tonight all he heard was rain softly hitting the walls around his throne crafted in the pillars. He shuddered at the thought of how painful rain once was to him as a fledgling.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore, he quickly rose and sauntered out of the room. He passed through the corridor toward the exit of the Sanctuary of the Clans where two young Dumahim guarded the entrance. As Kain placed a hand on the door one guard coughed to get Kain's attention, which Kain simply paused but didn't bother to look up.
"Excuse me, my lord, but you don't want to go out there. The storm is..."
"You dare to tell ME what I want or don't want to do!?" Kain cut him off and gave him a threatening glare.
"No master, please forgive me." The Dumahim nervously replied and lowered his head.
The glare never left Kain's face as he stormed out the door. However, he could not help but smirk at the fear he had struck into the guard once he was out of sight.
Kain wandered around a bit, but then got a feeling that something wasn't right. Cautiously, he unsheathed the Soul Reaver and glanced around. The only thing he found was a crow, which kept frantically, flying from different recessed parts of rock, trying to find shelter from the rain. With one swift motion Kain struck it down with the Soul Reaver and gave his trademark smirk as it fell.
He continued to wander when eventually he came across the Sarafan tomb. He made a face of disgust as he eyed the "final resting place" of the holy priests who had been just as obsessed as Kain to rule Nosgoth. Something within him told him he should go in. But why? He knew what was in there. He normally would have no desire to visit such a place; however, he still felt that he should. Besides, no one but him had the gift to be in the rain for any period of time anyways. (That would come but a few centuries later.)
So Kain ventured inside and found something that at first put his face into a look of pure shock, followed by an sinister grin.