Disclaimer: I don't own Legacy of Kain, but I will own a copy of the new
game: Defiance soon, when it arrives that is.
Me: Hello and welcome to my shortest fiction, I'll only do this chapter. This is a theory that I came up with a few days ago, I may make another chapter, IF and only if my theory is possibly proved in Defiance.
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Kain glanced about; he looked around in hope of a sign of Raziel, only finding his human incarnations body, which lay sprawled on the ground. Raziel, who had moment earlier, faded into the spectral realm, which had become his home when he was cast into the abyss.
"I can only hope that history hasn't expelled him, otherwise all of Nosgoth is doomed." Kain said with unease, knowing that history expels the 'irritants' that try and alter its course.
He couldn't even feel Raziel's presence anywhere in or out of the Sarafan stronghold; he only felt the presence of Vorador, who at that moment was slaughtering six of the circle of nine. He took pity on Vorador, he was finally able to understand what had motivated Vorador to do this, Janos Audron, his father, his maker, had been slain by the Sarafan, yet not just any Sarafan, but Raziel. Ironic that one day, thousands of years from he'd be travelling through time and space to meet the very person he had just murdered.
"I only pray that you know what must be done, Raziel. If we are to reclaim our destinies, we must Defiantly fight for them." Kain spoke; pointlessly hoping that Raziel would hear him.
"The guards say that the fiend went this way after he had impaled Sir Turel." A voice echoed from the corridor that led from the Chapel room. The gate lifted with hollow grind and the large door swung open, from within Kain spotted five Sarafan knights, each ones eyes bulged with fright and confusion at the sight of Kain, for they had never seen a vampire of his appearance save Vorador's distinct visage.
"He's slain Raziel, the six great inquisitors have fallen." Cried a guard, who was furthest behind his fellows.
"Then he shall pay, though his friend who is responsible for slaying Turel, Dumah, Rahab, Zephon and Melchiah has somehow escaped. He shall not!" Spoke the front guard, whom was dressed slightly different from his comrades, for he wore a cape, adorned with many gold linings and a large picture bearing the crest of the Sarafan in its middle, making clear he was the leader of the group.
"Sir, what are your plans of attack against this monster?" Spoke a man to the left of the leading guard. Kain scoffed at the comment, if only they could realize that they, were the true monsters, their acts of slaughter against the vampire race was truly monstrous compared to whatever Kain or his kind had ever done.
"Jacob, you and Darek go from the left. Victor, you and Leon take him from the right. I'll take the fiend from the front." The leader spoke in a low whisper that he thought was to be heard between him and his men.
'Fools' Kain thought to himself, did they really think he could not hear them, though it was not at all important, he was far too powerful for them to ever even have a chance against.
"Right, Sir Gerran." The other Knights spoke in praise to their leader. His eyes sneered with pride at the respect his men gave him.
"NOW!" He cried and he and his men split up, the men named Jacob and Darek darted to the left and vanished behind the archways, while Victor and Leon headed opposite. Gerran charged forward towards Kain.
"You think you can stop me? Human?" Kain taunted with a grin that bared his perfect fangs.
"Die you DEVIL!" Gerran yelled as he swung his sword to the left, hoping that it would connect and slice Kain in half. Kain jumped away from the slash with such ease that no human could ever possess. He twirled through the air and landed with grace near the wall that was left of the closed stairwell, which lead to the upper level of the room. He turned and pulled a sword that was embedded in it.
"Now, I will show how futile it was to challenge me, you fools." Kain boasted as he swung the blade. This was no ordinary sword, its blade was curved like a slithering snake but was as sharper than a raven talon, its hilt was its most enigmatic feature, for instead of being just two curves facing from left to right of the blades edge, was a skull.
This skull was not that of a human, but a vampire, whose origins are still a mystery to even Kain himself. The Soul Reaver, the very blade that was known responsible for slaying the six brethren, it was said by legend to drain its wielders adversaries of their blood. He grinned with delight; he was exhilarated, as he was again in possession of the Reaver, though it was no longer the blade he had always been aquatinted with. He had it stopped from draining Raziel of his spectral energy, which was his own lifeblood. So the blade never became the fearsome weapon that was feared by all. Yet, it was still as formidable as always.
"Be on your guard men, he's armed with some sort of crude weapon." Gerran called to his men who from their attack points nodded in readiness. Kain again grinned evilly and dashed into the middle of the large chamber. Gerran back up a few feet to see if he could trip Kain up if he was trying for charge attack. "Now!" He called and the other knights dashed out from under the archways and charged at Kain. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! You have no chance against me, FOOLS!" Kain bellowed and a white aura emanated from the middle spot of Kain's muscular chest. Just as the knights drew within striking range of their swords. Kain released a telekinetic blast, much like the one he had used on Raziel long ago. The blast sent Gerran and his men flying threw the air and they landed sprawled on the ground. Gerran recovered.
"Are you all right? Men?" He called to his comrades. "Yes sir." Called Darek who was helping Jacob to his feet. "I've got him, Sir!" Yelled Victor as he sprung up from the ground and charged at Kain. But he stopped in his tracks as he felt sharp pain pierce his chest; he looked down to find himself impaled on Kain sword. He gasped and then froze in fear as he felt his blood draining from his dying body. Once it all gone, he slumped, dead.
"Victor!" Leon cried with grief at his friend's demise. "YOU MONSTER! HAVE AT THEE!" He bellowed with rage and charged at Kain with all the speed he could muster. Kain then saw that the others followed suit. He hooked his left foot under the Sarafan Raziel's limp corpse and tossed it at Darek and Jacob. The body made contact and sent the men reeling to the ground. Kain then dodge a slash from Gerran and brought his sword upward against Leon's front, it slashed his breastplate and split his helmet in two and scratched the very surface of his face, blood slowly began to trickle down between his eyes as the wound was opened.
"Quick Leon, pull back!" Gerran called to his comrade who slightly frozen with fear at nearly being sliced in half. "NO!" He cried Defiantly and swung his sword with both arms to maximize the swing, Kain stepped to his left and sliced Leon's head clean off, blood spurted from his shoulders while his decapitated head rolled across the floor, coming to a rest at the Darek's feet. His body fell limp at Kain feet, who only sneered with disappointment at his victim's easy defeat.
"KILL HIM, REMEMBER THE BRAVE MEN HE'S JUST SLAUGHTERED!" Gerran yelled, his voice horse from too much yelling. Darek and Jacob both lunged at Kain, who hopped back and then slashed at both men in mid air. The blade cut Jacob's throat clean open and broke through Darek's breastplate, cutting his stomach almost all the way open. Jacob fell to his feet and staggered as his vision blurred, while warm blood flowed like a stream of water down his neck and soaked his chest from underneath his armor. He fell to the ground gagging, meanwhile, Darek land flat on his face with his free hand on his stomach and his sword hand, which he let go of as he landed, was used to break his fall. He wheezed in pain as he struggled to keep his intestines in. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Kain glaring down at him. "P-p-pl-please don't kill me!" He begged in desperation. His answer was not one he expected. Kain brought he sword up and jammed it through the back of the young man's neck. He fell limp and Kain pulled the blade free as he listened to Jacob's gagging sob's as his life also flitted away.
"YOU HORRIED CREATURE! YOU SHALL PAY FOR ALL OF THEIR LIVES! MY MEN'S AND THE FALLEN SIX!" Gerran beamed with rage and charged forward, swinging his sword in several directions. Kain dodged each one effortlessly and deflected the few that got too close. The two fearsome warriors and clashed for several moments, each trying to make contact with the other, but only deflecting his opponents blows. Then Gerran drew back and charged forward dragging his sword so close to the ground that it raised sparks all over and left a black streak in its wake. He screamed with rage and pride and brought his sword downward. Kain swung the Reaver upward and in time suddenly slowed. The blades were slowly closing in for contact, and then a flash radiated from the weapons as they made full contact. Gerran's eyes widen in hope of his enemies' blades being broken, but it soon shifted to fear as he the complete opposite occurred. His sword shattered like glass and he silently screamed in fear as the Reaver's blade drew closer. Then time suddenly returned to normal and the Reaver plunged deep into Gerran's heart breaking through his breastplate and coming out through his back. Blood splattered from his back onto his torn cape, and it flowed freely down his chest. He gasped and then with a long wheeze slide to knees, Kain letting him down slowly. He then jerked the blade out as the Sarafan fell lifelessly to the floor. Kain sheathed the Reaver and drank his fill. Then with one last sneer of disgust to these worthless men, he left, completely unaware of the presence of a mysterious being, which had been watching from the upper portion of the room. The being was a woman with pale white skin, obliviously vampiric and wore tight purple undergarment and a breastplate of the same color.
"It seems that He is one to taken seriously." The woman said in a serious yet, beautiful voice. "Indeed he is, my child." The familiar voice of the Elder God spoke, a portal flickered behind the women, who wore a cowl of black to hide her face, she had long black hair that came to the middle of her back, while some rested on her shoulders. "I cannot wait to meet him, again, it's so long since we last met." She spoke, with a small bit of longing in that comment.
"Your time will come, very soon. Umah." The elder's voice echoed into the beyond as the portal vanished and the vampiress did too.
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Me: So how was it. I had this thought one day, since the L.o.K series is known for plot twist, I thought what if Umah was to somehow be brought into this, mind you, she is being lead by the Dark forces, and as we can figure, the Elder God is among them.
Please review and tell me if any of you thought this too.
See ya!
Me: Hello and welcome to my shortest fiction, I'll only do this chapter. This is a theory that I came up with a few days ago, I may make another chapter, IF and only if my theory is possibly proved in Defiance.
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Kain glanced about; he looked around in hope of a sign of Raziel, only finding his human incarnations body, which lay sprawled on the ground. Raziel, who had moment earlier, faded into the spectral realm, which had become his home when he was cast into the abyss.
"I can only hope that history hasn't expelled him, otherwise all of Nosgoth is doomed." Kain said with unease, knowing that history expels the 'irritants' that try and alter its course.
He couldn't even feel Raziel's presence anywhere in or out of the Sarafan stronghold; he only felt the presence of Vorador, who at that moment was slaughtering six of the circle of nine. He took pity on Vorador, he was finally able to understand what had motivated Vorador to do this, Janos Audron, his father, his maker, had been slain by the Sarafan, yet not just any Sarafan, but Raziel. Ironic that one day, thousands of years from he'd be travelling through time and space to meet the very person he had just murdered.
"I only pray that you know what must be done, Raziel. If we are to reclaim our destinies, we must Defiantly fight for them." Kain spoke; pointlessly hoping that Raziel would hear him.
"The guards say that the fiend went this way after he had impaled Sir Turel." A voice echoed from the corridor that led from the Chapel room. The gate lifted with hollow grind and the large door swung open, from within Kain spotted five Sarafan knights, each ones eyes bulged with fright and confusion at the sight of Kain, for they had never seen a vampire of his appearance save Vorador's distinct visage.
"He's slain Raziel, the six great inquisitors have fallen." Cried a guard, who was furthest behind his fellows.
"Then he shall pay, though his friend who is responsible for slaying Turel, Dumah, Rahab, Zephon and Melchiah has somehow escaped. He shall not!" Spoke the front guard, whom was dressed slightly different from his comrades, for he wore a cape, adorned with many gold linings and a large picture bearing the crest of the Sarafan in its middle, making clear he was the leader of the group.
"Sir, what are your plans of attack against this monster?" Spoke a man to the left of the leading guard. Kain scoffed at the comment, if only they could realize that they, were the true monsters, their acts of slaughter against the vampire race was truly monstrous compared to whatever Kain or his kind had ever done.
"Jacob, you and Darek go from the left. Victor, you and Leon take him from the right. I'll take the fiend from the front." The leader spoke in a low whisper that he thought was to be heard between him and his men.
'Fools' Kain thought to himself, did they really think he could not hear them, though it was not at all important, he was far too powerful for them to ever even have a chance against.
"Right, Sir Gerran." The other Knights spoke in praise to their leader. His eyes sneered with pride at the respect his men gave him.
"NOW!" He cried and he and his men split up, the men named Jacob and Darek darted to the left and vanished behind the archways, while Victor and Leon headed opposite. Gerran charged forward towards Kain.
"You think you can stop me? Human?" Kain taunted with a grin that bared his perfect fangs.
"Die you DEVIL!" Gerran yelled as he swung his sword to the left, hoping that it would connect and slice Kain in half. Kain jumped away from the slash with such ease that no human could ever possess. He twirled through the air and landed with grace near the wall that was left of the closed stairwell, which lead to the upper level of the room. He turned and pulled a sword that was embedded in it.
"Now, I will show how futile it was to challenge me, you fools." Kain boasted as he swung the blade. This was no ordinary sword, its blade was curved like a slithering snake but was as sharper than a raven talon, its hilt was its most enigmatic feature, for instead of being just two curves facing from left to right of the blades edge, was a skull.
This skull was not that of a human, but a vampire, whose origins are still a mystery to even Kain himself. The Soul Reaver, the very blade that was known responsible for slaying the six brethren, it was said by legend to drain its wielders adversaries of their blood. He grinned with delight; he was exhilarated, as he was again in possession of the Reaver, though it was no longer the blade he had always been aquatinted with. He had it stopped from draining Raziel of his spectral energy, which was his own lifeblood. So the blade never became the fearsome weapon that was feared by all. Yet, it was still as formidable as always.
"Be on your guard men, he's armed with some sort of crude weapon." Gerran called to his men who from their attack points nodded in readiness. Kain again grinned evilly and dashed into the middle of the large chamber. Gerran back up a few feet to see if he could trip Kain up if he was trying for charge attack. "Now!" He called and the other knights dashed out from under the archways and charged at Kain. "HAHAHAHAHAHA! You have no chance against me, FOOLS!" Kain bellowed and a white aura emanated from the middle spot of Kain's muscular chest. Just as the knights drew within striking range of their swords. Kain released a telekinetic blast, much like the one he had used on Raziel long ago. The blast sent Gerran and his men flying threw the air and they landed sprawled on the ground. Gerran recovered.
"Are you all right? Men?" He called to his comrades. "Yes sir." Called Darek who was helping Jacob to his feet. "I've got him, Sir!" Yelled Victor as he sprung up from the ground and charged at Kain. But he stopped in his tracks as he felt sharp pain pierce his chest; he looked down to find himself impaled on Kain sword. He gasped and then froze in fear as he felt his blood draining from his dying body. Once it all gone, he slumped, dead.
"Victor!" Leon cried with grief at his friend's demise. "YOU MONSTER! HAVE AT THEE!" He bellowed with rage and charged at Kain with all the speed he could muster. Kain then saw that the others followed suit. He hooked his left foot under the Sarafan Raziel's limp corpse and tossed it at Darek and Jacob. The body made contact and sent the men reeling to the ground. Kain then dodge a slash from Gerran and brought his sword upward against Leon's front, it slashed his breastplate and split his helmet in two and scratched the very surface of his face, blood slowly began to trickle down between his eyes as the wound was opened.
"Quick Leon, pull back!" Gerran called to his comrade who slightly frozen with fear at nearly being sliced in half. "NO!" He cried Defiantly and swung his sword with both arms to maximize the swing, Kain stepped to his left and sliced Leon's head clean off, blood spurted from his shoulders while his decapitated head rolled across the floor, coming to a rest at the Darek's feet. His body fell limp at Kain feet, who only sneered with disappointment at his victim's easy defeat.
"KILL HIM, REMEMBER THE BRAVE MEN HE'S JUST SLAUGHTERED!" Gerran yelled, his voice horse from too much yelling. Darek and Jacob both lunged at Kain, who hopped back and then slashed at both men in mid air. The blade cut Jacob's throat clean open and broke through Darek's breastplate, cutting his stomach almost all the way open. Jacob fell to his feet and staggered as his vision blurred, while warm blood flowed like a stream of water down his neck and soaked his chest from underneath his armor. He fell to the ground gagging, meanwhile, Darek land flat on his face with his free hand on his stomach and his sword hand, which he let go of as he landed, was used to break his fall. He wheezed in pain as he struggled to keep his intestines in. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Kain glaring down at him. "P-p-pl-please don't kill me!" He begged in desperation. His answer was not one he expected. Kain brought he sword up and jammed it through the back of the young man's neck. He fell limp and Kain pulled the blade free as he listened to Jacob's gagging sob's as his life also flitted away.
"YOU HORRIED CREATURE! YOU SHALL PAY FOR ALL OF THEIR LIVES! MY MEN'S AND THE FALLEN SIX!" Gerran beamed with rage and charged forward, swinging his sword in several directions. Kain dodged each one effortlessly and deflected the few that got too close. The two fearsome warriors and clashed for several moments, each trying to make contact with the other, but only deflecting his opponents blows. Then Gerran drew back and charged forward dragging his sword so close to the ground that it raised sparks all over and left a black streak in its wake. He screamed with rage and pride and brought his sword downward. Kain swung the Reaver upward and in time suddenly slowed. The blades were slowly closing in for contact, and then a flash radiated from the weapons as they made full contact. Gerran's eyes widen in hope of his enemies' blades being broken, but it soon shifted to fear as he the complete opposite occurred. His sword shattered like glass and he silently screamed in fear as the Reaver's blade drew closer. Then time suddenly returned to normal and the Reaver plunged deep into Gerran's heart breaking through his breastplate and coming out through his back. Blood splattered from his back onto his torn cape, and it flowed freely down his chest. He gasped and then with a long wheeze slide to knees, Kain letting him down slowly. He then jerked the blade out as the Sarafan fell lifelessly to the floor. Kain sheathed the Reaver and drank his fill. Then with one last sneer of disgust to these worthless men, he left, completely unaware of the presence of a mysterious being, which had been watching from the upper portion of the room. The being was a woman with pale white skin, obliviously vampiric and wore tight purple undergarment and a breastplate of the same color.
"It seems that He is one to taken seriously." The woman said in a serious yet, beautiful voice. "Indeed he is, my child." The familiar voice of the Elder God spoke, a portal flickered behind the women, who wore a cowl of black to hide her face, she had long black hair that came to the middle of her back, while some rested on her shoulders. "I cannot wait to meet him, again, it's so long since we last met." She spoke, with a small bit of longing in that comment.
"Your time will come, very soon. Umah." The elder's voice echoed into the beyond as the portal vanished and the vampiress did too.
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Me: So how was it. I had this thought one day, since the L.o.K series is known for plot twist, I thought what if Umah was to somehow be brought into this, mind you, she is being lead by the Dark forces, and as we can figure, the Elder God is among them.
Please review and tell me if any of you thought this too.
See ya!
