Behind the scenes of the Lok

(This is a fan based fic over the lives of the Legacy of Kain characters. I'll try to include as many characters as possible. This may be a little random and silly but I've held onto these ideas for a while so sorry if everything is a little out of whack. Other than that enjoy or thanks for viewing anyways.)

Kain's life

Traffic again…

Kain sighed as he stared out of his truck windshield at the endless rows of cars that blocked his path home. It was towards the end of August and every car on the highway had heatwaves resonating off the hood. He'd only hoped his truck wouldn't overheat in this horrible temperature.

Looking at his radio's clock he frowned; 5:52 Kain promised Umah he'd be home by 5:30.

"Oh move it already!" Kain slammed a fist on his steering wheel that appeared as if it had endured some previous damage from his angry claws.

The vampire rolled down his window and poked his head out wanting to yell some profanities like the time he had cussed out that lady at the Dairy Queen drive through, but to Kain's surprise traffic began to move.

"Finally stupid asses." He growled.

As the traffic progressed he passed the road block responsible for his time delay.

"You have to be kidding me…" Kain glared out of his window as he passed, Malek and a large bitchy woman trying to fix a flat tire.

"Fucking Malek and his aunt Jemima girlfriend…" Kain stopped grumbling as his phone started to ring. He picked it up and groaned when he read the contact.

"She's going to kill me…" He muttered as he picked up.

"Hello?" Kain answered as he half focused on the road and his wife on the phone.

"KAIN WHERE ARE YOU!" Umah yelled in his ear making him cringe.

"Will you calm down!? I'm almost home I was stuck in traffic because of Malek and his turkey girlfriend!" Kain growled making a sharp turn onto his street of middle class homes.

"I DON'T CARE WHO HELD UP TRAFFIC, KAIN! YOU SAID YOU'D LEAVE WORK EARLY…!"

"And I did," Kain cut her off sharply, "I have other things to do besides attend your fathers billionth and one wedding anniversary! I'm still a man, Umah!"

Umah sighed guiltily; she hated it when Kain pulled that card. But besides that he was right.

"Alright, I'm sorry…just get here so we can get ready and leave please?"

"Yes sunshine." Kain answered sarcastically before hanging up.

Besides being a video game actor and vampire lord, Kain was also a husband and father. Though as much as he thought back to his bachelor days, Kain didn't think he would ever take back what destiny had given him.

Kain had one son, Kain. JR, and what you already know a wife, Umah. As much as he loved them both, though he'd never say out loud; his small family was a handful.

Bless her heart, Umah was his Angel, but she could be a major pain in the ass sometimes. She had a tendency to forget that even though he had accomplished much, Kain was NOT Superman. He had his limits and own free will. That put a strain on their marriage sometimes; however, he usually tolerated it.

Kain. JR was a teenager, 17 years old and looked roughly like Kain, (think Blood Omen 2) but there was an issue. He was almost nothing like him. While Kain's passion had been war and politics his son's was music and writing. Kain didn't like to think his son as a pussy, but sometimes he really wondered if Umah's mothering had done more harm than good.

Sure as father and son they watched football together, and drank a beer or two without Umah's consent. But JR. was more bent towards orchestra than warfare. And that somewhat bothered Kain to the point to where he had to talk to, Magnus about it.

Even his prize champion couldn't offer a solution. All he advised was that if Kain valued his good name at all he should better to keep his son away from Nosgoth battle grounds; less he make a fool out of himself and his father.

Besides that, Kain considered his son a good boy.

Kain's thoughts came to a close as he pulled into the driveway of his one story middle class home. He saw their family dog, Duncan sniffing the mailbox before lifting his leg to relieve himself. Kain whistled as the canine finished and happily ran to greet his master.

Walking in the house Kain saw his son at the kitchen table scarfing down a ramen noodle dinner. "Hey pop." His son greeted before stuffing noodles in his mouth.

"Hey boy." Kain ruffled his son's hair affectionately before reaching for the mail on the table. "How was school?"

"Pretty good, I made an A on my history exam." Kain nodded his head in approval at the fledgling. "Very good, and how about…band?"

Kain didn't like to ask about music, but only did so to show some sort of interest towards his son's passion.

"Great as usual, I was chosen to play a violin solo for next months' concert." JR. chirped with excitement.

"Oh that's good… where's your mother?" Kain changed the subject quickly much to his discomfort.

"Ma's upstairs painting her face." His son continued with his dinner as Kain chuckled to his son's answer.

He didn't know why Umah wore so much make-up anyway. He'd always said she looked fine without it, but like any woman she didn't believe him.

Walking into their bedroom Kain saw a pile of luxurious clothes on the queen sized bed he and Umah shared. And in front of their bedroom mirror Umah was standing looking too concentrated on her make-up to pay him any mind.

Kain sighed and reached for some clothes to put on. "You know, if you're really all that worried about time you could just do your make-up in the car."

Umah looked back at her husband and frowned. "You know I can't do that!"

"Hey I was just making a suggestion." Kain said pulling on some new pants. Last time Umah did her face in the car he had taken a "shortcut" to get to Vorador's mansion. Unfortunately, there were a billion of potholes and Umah's face was a huge mess of Picasso. He hadn't made the situation any better by saying that she didn't look any different than usual. That just earned him a lecture from Vorador on how he should treat a woman; oh as if he knew.

Just as he finished putting on a fresh new shoulder cape he couldn't help but feel like he'd forgotten something. Kain thought hard on the subject… what did he forget?

About 37 miles away Raziel and Faustus were sitting on the Crystal Dynamics sidewalk looking very glum; Kain had forgotten to wait for them so he could take them home.

Raziel looked at Faustus who was looking at his wrist watch for the billionth time.

"Are you sure you don't need a ride, Faustus? I don't think Claire would mind dropping you off."

Faustus sighed and shook his head. "No thanks Raz, if I change rides now, Sebastian will kill me. He's already being a bitch because I'm making him drive."

"He doesn't like driving late?" Raziel asked curiously. He and Faustus didn't talk much but when they did they got along pretty well.

"Yeah, because apparently "headlights from other cars make his eye's hurt!" Faustus said in a whiny voice apparently trying to copy how Sebastian sounded.

"Don't you have your other brothers?" Raziel stood up stretching his arms.

"Yes," Faustus answered standing up with him. "But Marcus gets home from the psychology office at 9, and Magnus isn't allowed to drive till he gets surgery for his injuries."

"I still somehow can't believe you four live in the same house together; you're all so different."

Faustus sighed and leaned up against the building behind him.

"Neither can I; sometimes they drive me nuts."

(I'm going to drop it there so we can continue on with the second chapter. Hope this starter chapter wasn't so bad. It'll get better as time goes on. Read and Review! Thanks)