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No, this could not be his destiny. His mind screamed as he fell into the spectral realm. He felt warmth, yet the freezing feeling of the Soul Reaver at his arm. His own soul, himself.
~ My God! We've fell into their trap!! Raziel, Janos must stay dead! ~
Those words kept repeating themselves inside his head, yet the meant nothing to him, nothing meant anything to him.
Something was wrong. The falling feeling of changing to the spectral hadn't stop. He was still falling, right through the spectral realm. Was there anything besides this realm!?
Raziel lurched forward, falling, hitting the floor.....what floor? There was no floor, no walls, and the body of his former self was gone, as was Kain.
The falling feeling stopped. He kept expecting to fall, yet he didn't. He sat on the "floor" and looked at the bright foggy whiteness around him. What was this place or when was it?
Nothing but whiteness answered. There was no sound. No spectral little monsters scrabbling about, no moaning souls, nothing twisted or distorted things anywhere, what was this? Oblivion?
The silence was maddening. Raziel felt like screaming just to make sound he could hear.
But then something already gave him the sound needed for his sanity.
A giggle made him whirl around to his feet. He looked out and could see a figure coming toward him. He was tired, he wanted no more fights, no more deaths on his claws, nothing. He was sick of it all.
The figure transfigures itself into a girl. No, not quite a girl, but too young to be a woman. She wore a cleric robe, and her long light brown tied back from her face. Nicely tan skin charmed her features. Her eyes were mismatched...the right eyes was blue and the other was green.
"I must say, I'm disappointed in your progress." She said with a smile.
"Who are you?" Raziel demanded. "I want no trouble, I have had enough of it. Are you of the Hylden?"
"No." She replied. "Don't be simple."
Where had he heard those words?
"Who are you? What is this place?"
"We are legion. Do you not feel it with all your soul that we are like gods?"
Kain had uttered those very words when Raziel had travel through time for the first time. That had seem so long ago, when he was hell bent on killing Kain, before he realized that he had a much bigger role to play then being Kain's assassin.
"Do you know Kain?" Raziel demanded. "Is this another one of his tricks?"
"Are we not invisible?" The girl asked.
"Stop speaking his words. Answer me, girl. I have no time for games!"
"But each of us is so much more than we once were." She replied.
Raziel, though he lost much respect for it, brandished the Soul Reaver. "Don't make me have to harm you. You're taunting won't do."
The girl eyes the blade and smiled sweetly which would have made mortal men's hearts beat faster. "Did it trouble you to kill....."She hesitated, not afraid of Raziel, but more like concentrating on the next word. "Janos Audren?"
Raziel had enough. He slashed forward. He expected blood, explosion, and possibly a scream.
But there was nothing before him or his blade, then something slam into his back. Something with the strength of the futuristic demons that had plague him. He sledded across the "floor", and jumped to his feet. The girl was smiling at him with that smile of hers.
No way she could have attacked him with such force, she small, thin, and very much shorter than himself. A sourceress?
"Don't be simple." She repeated as if she was reading his mind.
"What are you?" He demanded.
"We are legion." She replied.
"Damn you, answer me!!!"
She giggled again, making his rage boil.
She raised her hands above her head and said with a smile, "Free will is an allusion."
Then he was falling again. The girl swirling in his vision, then as abruptly as it started, it stopped. He was alone again, in this whiteness.
He began to wonder if he was loosing his mind. Had there really been a girl? The pain in his body attested to that. Who was she? Did she know of Kain? Was she with the Hylden?
His feet began moving before he realized he was traveling. He kept walking, hoping to see something. He had no idea of which direction he was going; north, south, east, or west.
Then he saw another figure. It was misshapen from a distance. He walked slowly and carefully toward it. Unsure.
The figure had a humanoid shape, and winged creature such as Janos Aurdren?
It had only one white wing and where its twin should it was a terrible looking scar. Possibly ripped out by the root. The thing turn around and Raziel backed away.
The angel looked like the winged humans, he had seen in Cathedrals, and and the Stronghold. Yet, she shad slightly pointed ears, not as pointed as his or Janos Audren's.
She was clearly not of Janos Audren's kind. Her skin white, as was her hair. No color at all, he was surprise she did not blend into her surroundings like a lizard. Her light blue pupiless eyes regarded him with curiosity.
But none of these oddities made him back away from her. It was her nudity that surprised and even embarrassed him.
"Who are you?" He asked, keeping his eyes firmly to her face.
The one winged angel played with a coil of her white hair, and said, "A goddess. A goddess amongst men and women, even children." She looked at him and asked something that caught him off guard. "Are you lonely?"
Lonely? No, he wasn't. It was hard enough to keep on his toes with all the lies, manipulations, and conspiracies swarming around him. It was better if he traveled alone, and kept to himself.
She must have taken his silence as a yes and smiled. "I can change that, Reaver of Souls."
She moved closer to him.
Raziel, in reflex, backed away.
She stopped, and froze, her hand held out toward him. Something in her twitched for a breath of a second and then she smiled. "I see that you've noticed my....my missing wing. I'm still pure, I'm still perfect. I'm still beautiful."
Her hand was shaking.
"I did not mean to offend you, lady." Raziel said. "I too have lost my ability of flight. I understand your loss."
But it was as if she didn't hear him. An icy cold flame was lit in her eyes, glowing coldness and hatred and raw rage. "He took it. The bastard. The fucking bastard. The fucking vile bastard. He took it. He took it from me. I'll get him. I got him."
Then her blue eyes went out like a candle as if the coldness had not been there. Warmth radiated from her eyes toward him. "You must be tired, dear sire. Come and rest and I shall take away your woes and wearies."
Raziel had no need to trust this angel than he had the others. The sudden madness in her eyes startled and disturbed him. He thought it safe to politely refuse her suggestive offer. "Your offer very much warms my spirit, but I am afraid I must refuse. I am on a journey, a mission mostly, and I must be on my way."
"You....you....you are refusing me...." She hissed, the coldness back in her eyes. "Just like he did! Just like....like....that fucking bastard that took my wing!!!"
Raziel started to question her, but then he was thrown backwards. He landed on the "floor" hard, making his dizzy, then he lost movement. A strange and invisible weight was pinning him.
The angel stood over him, smiling. "You are far from beautiful, Reaver of Souls, but you are quite exotic." She kneeled and straddled what was left of his waist. Her white hands moved over his ribs, such as those of a lover.
"Get off me." Raziel commanded. He was angry now. And her roaming hands were not arousing anything but his rage.
She leaned forward, her face inches from his own. "No, I want you, my Reaver of Souls. Elder God had you, Kain had you, Moebius had you, and soon Janos Audren will have you, but now it's my turn. But for what I want you for is very different than what the others want you for." She kissed his brow. Her lips were cold, sending chills through his body.
This was something he never would have though to happen to him, not with this body of his. Wings destroyed, executed, betrayed, manipulated by everyone and everything, even by the Soul Reaver itself, hunted, hurled through time, even killing himself. Now he was going to be raped by an angel (if that was possible with his torn body and her being a female). How Kain would laugh to see his disgusting wasted body being ravished by this angel's pure and beautiful one.
She was removing his cowl now. He had hope that maybe his missing jaw would strong dissuade her from what she wanted, but she only caressed his hair and kissed the tip of his nose. He had never been so angry or humiliated.
"So you know of Kain?" He asked, trying anything to dissuade her from removing his cowl.
Never had he seen such a reaction from a spoken name before. She screamed, jumping off him. She was humming to herself, rocking back and forth and on her legs. She brought her left hand to her mouth and started to bite it, drawing blood, trying to actually eat it.
Raziel watched, horrified and tranfized. This angel was mad, insane.
"No, Chael, stop that, now." Came a firm voice.
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No, this could not be his destiny. His mind screamed as he fell into the spectral realm. He felt warmth, yet the freezing feeling of the Soul Reaver at his arm. His own soul, himself.
~ My God! We've fell into their trap!! Raziel, Janos must stay dead! ~
Those words kept repeating themselves inside his head, yet the meant nothing to him, nothing meant anything to him.
Something was wrong. The falling feeling of changing to the spectral hadn't stop. He was still falling, right through the spectral realm. Was there anything besides this realm!?
Raziel lurched forward, falling, hitting the floor.....what floor? There was no floor, no walls, and the body of his former self was gone, as was Kain.
The falling feeling stopped. He kept expecting to fall, yet he didn't. He sat on the "floor" and looked at the bright foggy whiteness around him. What was this place or when was it?
Nothing but whiteness answered. There was no sound. No spectral little monsters scrabbling about, no moaning souls, nothing twisted or distorted things anywhere, what was this? Oblivion?
The silence was maddening. Raziel felt like screaming just to make sound he could hear.
But then something already gave him the sound needed for his sanity.
A giggle made him whirl around to his feet. He looked out and could see a figure coming toward him. He was tired, he wanted no more fights, no more deaths on his claws, nothing. He was sick of it all.
The figure transfigures itself into a girl. No, not quite a girl, but too young to be a woman. She wore a cleric robe, and her long light brown tied back from her face. Nicely tan skin charmed her features. Her eyes were mismatched...the right eyes was blue and the other was green.
"I must say, I'm disappointed in your progress." She said with a smile.
"Who are you?" Raziel demanded. "I want no trouble, I have had enough of it. Are you of the Hylden?"
"No." She replied. "Don't be simple."
Where had he heard those words?
"Who are you? What is this place?"
"We are legion. Do you not feel it with all your soul that we are like gods?"
Kain had uttered those very words when Raziel had travel through time for the first time. That had seem so long ago, when he was hell bent on killing Kain, before he realized that he had a much bigger role to play then being Kain's assassin.
"Do you know Kain?" Raziel demanded. "Is this another one of his tricks?"
"Are we not invisible?" The girl asked.
"Stop speaking his words. Answer me, girl. I have no time for games!"
"But each of us is so much more than we once were." She replied.
Raziel, though he lost much respect for it, brandished the Soul Reaver. "Don't make me have to harm you. You're taunting won't do."
The girl eyes the blade and smiled sweetly which would have made mortal men's hearts beat faster. "Did it trouble you to kill....."She hesitated, not afraid of Raziel, but more like concentrating on the next word. "Janos Audren?"
Raziel had enough. He slashed forward. He expected blood, explosion, and possibly a scream.
But there was nothing before him or his blade, then something slam into his back. Something with the strength of the futuristic demons that had plague him. He sledded across the "floor", and jumped to his feet. The girl was smiling at him with that smile of hers.
No way she could have attacked him with such force, she small, thin, and very much shorter than himself. A sourceress?
"Don't be simple." She repeated as if she was reading his mind.
"What are you?" He demanded.
"We are legion." She replied.
"Damn you, answer me!!!"
She giggled again, making his rage boil.
She raised her hands above her head and said with a smile, "Free will is an allusion."
Then he was falling again. The girl swirling in his vision, then as abruptly as it started, it stopped. He was alone again, in this whiteness.
He began to wonder if he was loosing his mind. Had there really been a girl? The pain in his body attested to that. Who was she? Did she know of Kain? Was she with the Hylden?
His feet began moving before he realized he was traveling. He kept walking, hoping to see something. He had no idea of which direction he was going; north, south, east, or west.
Then he saw another figure. It was misshapen from a distance. He walked slowly and carefully toward it. Unsure.
The figure had a humanoid shape, and winged creature such as Janos Aurdren?
It had only one white wing and where its twin should it was a terrible looking scar. Possibly ripped out by the root. The thing turn around and Raziel backed away.
The angel looked like the winged humans, he had seen in Cathedrals, and and the Stronghold. Yet, she shad slightly pointed ears, not as pointed as his or Janos Audren's.
She was clearly not of Janos Audren's kind. Her skin white, as was her hair. No color at all, he was surprise she did not blend into her surroundings like a lizard. Her light blue pupiless eyes regarded him with curiosity.
But none of these oddities made him back away from her. It was her nudity that surprised and even embarrassed him.
"Who are you?" He asked, keeping his eyes firmly to her face.
The one winged angel played with a coil of her white hair, and said, "A goddess. A goddess amongst men and women, even children." She looked at him and asked something that caught him off guard. "Are you lonely?"
Lonely? No, he wasn't. It was hard enough to keep on his toes with all the lies, manipulations, and conspiracies swarming around him. It was better if he traveled alone, and kept to himself.
She must have taken his silence as a yes and smiled. "I can change that, Reaver of Souls."
She moved closer to him.
Raziel, in reflex, backed away.
She stopped, and froze, her hand held out toward him. Something in her twitched for a breath of a second and then she smiled. "I see that you've noticed my....my missing wing. I'm still pure, I'm still perfect. I'm still beautiful."
Her hand was shaking.
"I did not mean to offend you, lady." Raziel said. "I too have lost my ability of flight. I understand your loss."
But it was as if she didn't hear him. An icy cold flame was lit in her eyes, glowing coldness and hatred and raw rage. "He took it. The bastard. The fucking bastard. The fucking vile bastard. He took it. He took it from me. I'll get him. I got him."
Then her blue eyes went out like a candle as if the coldness had not been there. Warmth radiated from her eyes toward him. "You must be tired, dear sire. Come and rest and I shall take away your woes and wearies."
Raziel had no need to trust this angel than he had the others. The sudden madness in her eyes startled and disturbed him. He thought it safe to politely refuse her suggestive offer. "Your offer very much warms my spirit, but I am afraid I must refuse. I am on a journey, a mission mostly, and I must be on my way."
"You....you....you are refusing me...." She hissed, the coldness back in her eyes. "Just like he did! Just like....like....that fucking bastard that took my wing!!!"
Raziel started to question her, but then he was thrown backwards. He landed on the "floor" hard, making his dizzy, then he lost movement. A strange and invisible weight was pinning him.
The angel stood over him, smiling. "You are far from beautiful, Reaver of Souls, but you are quite exotic." She kneeled and straddled what was left of his waist. Her white hands moved over his ribs, such as those of a lover.
"Get off me." Raziel commanded. He was angry now. And her roaming hands were not arousing anything but his rage.
She leaned forward, her face inches from his own. "No, I want you, my Reaver of Souls. Elder God had you, Kain had you, Moebius had you, and soon Janos Audren will have you, but now it's my turn. But for what I want you for is very different than what the others want you for." She kissed his brow. Her lips were cold, sending chills through his body.
This was something he never would have though to happen to him, not with this body of his. Wings destroyed, executed, betrayed, manipulated by everyone and everything, even by the Soul Reaver itself, hunted, hurled through time, even killing himself. Now he was going to be raped by an angel (if that was possible with his torn body and her being a female). How Kain would laugh to see his disgusting wasted body being ravished by this angel's pure and beautiful one.
She was removing his cowl now. He had hope that maybe his missing jaw would strong dissuade her from what she wanted, but she only caressed his hair and kissed the tip of his nose. He had never been so angry or humiliated.
"So you know of Kain?" He asked, trying anything to dissuade her from removing his cowl.
Never had he seen such a reaction from a spoken name before. She screamed, jumping off him. She was humming to herself, rocking back and forth and on her legs. She brought her left hand to her mouth and started to bite it, drawing blood, trying to actually eat it.
Raziel watched, horrified and tranfized. This angel was mad, insane.
"No, Chael, stop that, now." Came a firm voice.