This is just a one-shot with my OC for Legacy of Kain. In this one shot I'm going to attempt to give the whole series another POV and try to keep up with the whole story line (and not mix it up) so bear with me. It's a Raziel X OC fiction and this will be in my OC's POV.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE GAME SERIES LEGACY OF KAIN AT ALL! THOUGH I WISH!

Warning: Will contain some spoilers, well a lot of spoilers. Also this offers a possibility for Raziel to stay alive, just as a head's up.


In the beginning, when the world was still forming, there was no life at all. It was through a series of elemental collisions in which the first beings of life became to be. In a world that had no life on it, my brother and I came into existence.

We are twins, he and I, though very much different from one another in both appearance and personality. While he, a monstrous creature with a dark heart, and I, a pure spirit (and by meaning spirit, I mean an orb of pure white energy with tails of energy trailing after me whenever I moved) with a compassionate nature, we are two sides of a coin. He was born first and I, while I still tried to constitute my being, he had already taken root into the land that would be later called as Nosgoth, and I, being too kind for my own right let him have a land that he would eventually corrupt. I could have moved on to a different land and claimed it as my own as he did, but I was bound to him as a twin usually is, and I did not want to part with him.

Because of our unique beginning my brother and I had special abilities that no other could have. While he controlled Life, Death and his Wheel of Fate, I could create Life, harbor Death and Change nature. I managed the souls that he casts into his Wheel, for he is the hub. It was not much the life I wanted but it was all that was there.

Even when life started to form and advance into different races, species and such, I could find nothing to keep me entertained. I had begun to copy the forms of creatures in the Material Realm, animals mostly, searching for the one form that I would be happy to take root in. For millennia I stood by and did nothing, for my original jobs in Life and Death was taken away from me by my brother. I had nothing left to do but to be the Change that always took place. As my brother became known as a God to many cultures, vampires and humans even, I in association began calling myself as a Goddess, though my brother who had so apply renamed himself as The Elder God, thought that my being a Goddess was far none and inconceivable since to become a deity one must have followers, and no one but my brother knew of my existence, and he would never give me his allegiance, for I gave mine to him since our birth.

It was then, by some miraculous sight, that I had witnessed the birth of a powerful spirit with a soul that promised to be ever just as powerful and great. It was a human boy, the name was Raziel, and I watched from the Spectral Realm with a feeling of unique happiness and love. I was still in spirit form, not yet finding that body that would satisfy my needs, but at that moment I knew what it was I had to take form of; a human. My initial plan was to create my own human body, make it perfect, and woo the heart of this Raziel and live out my life with him for however long he lives, unless I could bring him down into the Spectral Realm where he could live forever. I was full of joy at the thought of being in love; it gave me purpose once more in my immortal life.

But my brother already had plans for him. Raziel was tossed into my brother's Wheel the moment he was born and I had lost him. But I refused to let this fight go without a battle. Over the years I toiled endlessly, watching Raziel grow from a babe, to a boy, to a man before my eyes, every moment I loved him more than the last.

When I had finally constructed the perfect body, I was over the moon. I created my human body to be Raziel's other half. While he was muscular and strong, I was small and weak; while he had rounded curves (due to his muscle) I had sharp curves; his dark black hair to my light blonde hair; his favorite color as my eyes: green; tanned skin to his white skin; everything opposite and yet I knew in my mind that this would work to attract him. I also created my own clothing, working towards using his male needs; I dressed in a sleeveless floor length cape with strings of cloth that crossed one another before my chest, covering my breasts but only barely. As a bottom I wore a skirt with a ruffled pattern which was shorter in the front than in the back and walked around barefoot to appeal to men's wild nature.

But I had come too late. By the time I went to the Material Realm I saw that Raziel had become a Sarafan warrior and I knew that they hardly looked at women, focusing their sole attention onto the creatures they hunted, vampires. I fell into anguish, rushing back into the Spectral Realm and crying pitifully to my brother, my human form tossed onto the ground in a crying heap, a stone my only support as I laid my crying head upon it. All the while my brother said words of sympathy and yet, I felt to better.

I choose to stay in my human form that I had worked so hard to create, I still watched Raziel from where the Spectral Realm but busied myself by creating a place to call my own. For all this time I had just roamed the Spectral Realm freely but now, now that my brother had grown too large and too powerful for my calm nature, I had to create a retreat only I can access. I created a door that required my blood to open, and since I was human I had blood to offer and since my own brother's blood was significantly different than mine, there was no way he could open the door. This door was built behind a rock wall that had to be opened by my powers of Change for if it were to be destroyed, no one would ever be able to go into my retreat. I was proud of myself, and built my own special area to mimic Nosgoth with plentiful life and colors. I had even created my own species of large deer which grew to be the size of a horse to keep me company.

After my retreat's creation, brother became more distant for at the same time he worked hard on his Wheel and events that were occurring in Nosgoth. Then a horror had happened. After Raziel and his Sarafan brethren followed a 'Demon,' who I felt a strange familiarity with, to kill Janos Audron, that same demon returned, killing off the brethren before killing Raziel in search for the Heart of Darkness. My own heart broke as I saw Raziel die but my brother laughed; it was a joke to him and I did not, could not understand so I ran to my retreat and stayed in there in spirit form in constant mourning.

My brother did try at first to bring me out of this sadness, but I simply would not move. He gave up and with it I fell into an abyss of loneliness and self-exile from the world. Let my brother have it since it was something he so desired I thought. The only thing that had ever brought me any true happiness was killed, gone forever.

But then I realized, some three centuries later that, all spirits are reborn. Perhaps not the soul since it is the life that spirit took on, but the spirit would return. I began to feel another unique emotion, hope. I knew that it took ages for a soul to fully leave the body thus allowing the spirit to leave as well and be reborn. I had prophesized that since his soul was so powerful that it would have taken him at least seven hundred or so years for the soul to leave, time I had to spare. I had changed back into human form, fearing that I would have forgotten the form's characteristics over the years but thankfully I did not. But then, somewhere along those seven hundred years Kain, a vampire, raised Raziel as his first born son.

Though as glad as I admit to see Raziel with the same soul alive once more, I was suspicious of this Raziel, of the event. I began getting close to my brother once more, for he seemed to know just exactly what was going on. As the other five were risen I felt my suspicious grow as my brother continued on restlessly, like he was waiting for something. Though I kept my suspicions, I watched Raziel just as before. He seemed oblivious of his former self, a thing I was sure that Kain had done on purpose. Raziel and his vampire brothers raised their own children and created an army for Kain to command, Raziel as his second-in-command. I had grown to like vampire Raziel more, he seemed more like himself than he had as a Sarafan warrior. But I could not go to him. I could not have gone as a human, I would be killed. I could have changed myself into a female vampire, but what good would that do me? Vampires were violent, more violent than the humans even, and I would not be able to stand it. My human body alone gave me nightmares of violent deeds and actions that shook me to my very core.

Then came his evolution some one thousand years later. He looked positively amazing with his wings. He looked beautiful and he was happy that he had the honor to surpass his master, he never once thinking to overthrow his king. He showed Kain, hoping to be showered with his master's affection and congratulations but was except thrown into the Abyss. I had felt pain when I witnessed the pain he would go through for the next five hundred years when finally, he would die and his body and soul would arrive in the Spectral Realm where I would rush to his side and tentatively touch him for the first time.

His body was cold, as all dead bodies are. His skin burned off, leaving him in a deformed vampiric state, his lower jaw and part of his neck, no more. His body was skeletal in his torso with muscle around his arms and legs. And his wings, his once beautiful wings, broken, reduced to nothing more than torn fabric like material on his back. I had felt sorry for him, my pain only increasing as I looked at him close hand. I did not want to leave him like this, so I used my ability to create Life and instead placed Life back into him with gentle touches onto his body. It would take a while, but I would wait at his side, and help him go through a confusion I was sure he would have.

My brother worked his way into the chamber then, the ground rumbling as his large tentacles grasped and pulled, surrounding us in it. "Sister." His voice rumbled. "You are no longer required in this chamber—Leave."

"Required?" I asked him, my body wanting to stand and follow my brother's command but my heart wanting to stay with Raziel.

"You my dear sister was always meant to resurrect Raziel long before his time, at this exact moment. Now that you have, you are no longer needed in my plans."

I shook my head, I feeling used. "No. I will not leave him!"

"Leave, Serona." He commanded once more as he called me by my name. When I silently refused his tentacle reached out and grasped me. I struggled to free myself but I was far too weak and he casted me out and far away from that chamber. The next time I would see Raziel, he would be out as my brother's wraith, doing his bidding, following the course my brother set for him in his Wheel of Fate, and I was forced to stay out of everything that followed but with a cost. I had heard Raziel talk about his new form which he hated. I had given him life to a form he despised and I felt heartbroken for doing such a horrible deed to him. I watched him once more in regret.

I watched Raziel as he became many a thing, from a weakened wraith to a strong wraith in both the Spectral and Material Realms. He along with the Soul Reaver created chaos and yet brought peace all at once. I stayed close to my brother as to be as close as I could be to Raziel, the one I had damned in an overflow of my emotions. I remained in the shadows of the Spectral Realms, watching with my brother as Raziel unwillingly did his bidding thinking that it was free will that he was executing. As Raziel learned about his former self through his time traveling and ultimately got closer to his destiny, a destiny I was discovering along with him, I could not help but worry for him, feel sorry for him. My life became unbearable almost, watching him go through all this inner turmoil.

And then came the beginning of the end.

Raziel was cut down by a possessed Janos Audron and showed up in the Spectral Realm, weakened severely. I wanted to rush out to him and protect him from the destiny I had long ago made to terms with the moment he discovered that the sword contained a piece of his soul. But I could not. Not long after Kain, who was thought to be dead, dispatched Moebius, bringing his soul to the Spectral Realm where Raziel once again took his life, revealing to Moebius the true form of his god before devouring his soul. I felt the end drawing nearer and I felt my heart beat increase as my brother continued to torment Raziel.

"This is where the journey ends." My brother said ominously.

"You haven't got the means to kill either one of us." Raziel tried in vain to make a stand for himself and for his old master Kain.

"Ah, but you can be stopped!" The earth began to rumble as my brother slammed down a tentacle in the distance, causing Raziel to almost lose his balance and I to lose mine. "And you will come to understand how oblivion can be a mercy. You and Kain will spend an eternity buried here together—praying for the merciful release of a death that will never come." The earth rumbled again and this time Raziel lost his balance as I, who was in the action of standing myself back up again, once again fell to my knees. As Raziel reclaimed his balance as well as I, he stared at the murals depicting the destiny he and Kain were to fulfill. "Despair Raziel—there is no escape."

But there was one escape, one that I was sure at that moment that Raziel knew as well. He re-inhabited the body of Moebius and returned back to the Material Realm, using his body as a puppet before being impaled by Kain, bringing the destiny to the right path, but I felt my heart break once more, and this time, there would be no fixing it. As Raziel spoke his speech I fell to my knees and began to cry and as I cried Kain came into the Spectral Realm to see his true enemy. A major fight broke out between Kain and my brother, and as I watched through my tears I felt nothing towards my brother. No concern for his impending loss, I wanted him to lose, I wanted some sort of vengeance for what he had done to Raziel.

Kain had won the battle of course, with the help of the completed Soul Reaver, my dear Raziel. I left the chamber before it caved in on both me and my brother. I could faintly hear Kain respond to my brother's threats. "In the meantime, it's best you… Burrow deep."

I left my brother's side, my allegiance to him gone. After all this time I was my own for the first time. I came to my retreat, the walls echoing the sounds of the chamber as well as my brother's pathetic calls to me, asking for my help. I ignored them; my heart was broken too much to be of any use to him, not that I wanted to assist him at all. I closed the door behind me, engaging the lock and wandering to the middle of the field where I fell once again onto the ground, tears flooding out of me once more. I lay there, my face turned onto the soil, grasses and flowers I had created. I was so out of my element and did not have any control over my emotions that my powers went their own course and created something solid, rounded, beneath me.

When I opened my mouth I released a gasp and backed away a foot or two. I had created an exact replica of Raziel's former body, his wraith body. I could not believe that I had done such a thing. His soul was gone and there would be—

Then I realized. Only his soul was gone. His spirit was still alive for his soul was the only part of him that was absorbed into the sword. I began to feel hopeful and soon my hope became joy as I saw a spirit, similar to my true form, enter the body and as I saw this I realized that his spirit would have still been in the Spectral Realm and it would be attracted to the most familiar object available and at that moment the body I had created is in fact truly familiar. I do not know what came over me then but I moved back to his side and placed a hand on his chest gently before speaking his name out loud. "Raziel…"

His eyes flashed open and I could not help but to repeat his wonderful, beautiful name once more. "Raziel…"


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