R .H here! New story (but don't worry, STSBTN will continue!). R+R! flames
will be eaten by an enraged Kain.
Disclaimer: I own no one but Remora .Hack, my namesake. (but if anyone is
selling, I will be asking for the buying.) Sue and I'll cry.
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(--Songs and Souls--) (--Chapter 1, Prologue--) (--7 years after the events of SR2--) (--Raziel--)
Kain's rushed warning had been taken to heart, barely heard it might have been. The look on his face had been all Raziel needed to believe him. Janos Aurdron's heart remained where it was, at the heart of the Sarafan fortress.
Raziel, betrayed betrayer.
Raziel, Kain's folly.
Raziel, blade's mannequin.
Raziel, Thrice born.
Raziel, the angel of death.
Raziel leaped from the towering Pillars of Nosgoth upon the unsuspecting group of Sarafan, landing upon the first and ripping the head from the body along with a length of spinal cord and around six pints of bodily fluids. As the other scouts turned, the ex-lieutenant picked up the fallen warrior's spear and neatly threw it through a Halberdier's chest, blood flying from the gaping wound in the ribcage. That left merely two. The remaining warriors gaped, not quite sure what exactly to make of the attack.
A sharp burst of pure unadulterated force sent the gunner flying into a sharp spike of rock, his face ripped apart by the sudden penetration of three tons of stone via the back of the skull. The remaining swordsman had fled, flinging aside his weapon as he made due haste away from the blue demon.
Raziel paused a moment to replenish his spectral energy. He'd heeded Kain's wishes, but that didn't stop him from ripping the Sarafan to bloody shreds out of frustration. He'd made the pillars his temporary residence as he waited for the Ruined era to roll around. He'd given up using the time chambers, as he couldn't work the damn things and Moebius wasn't kind enough to leave his copy of Time Streaming for Dummies lying around. He sighed. Ariel wasn't fun to talk to, but at least she wasn't trying to kill him. Kain hadn't shown his ugly mug for some time, and he'd heard of nothing from Moebius. In short, Raziel was bored.
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(--Songs and Souls--) (--Chapter 1, Prologue--) (--7 years after the events of SR2--) (--Raziel--)
Kain's rushed warning had been taken to heart, barely heard it might have been. The look on his face had been all Raziel needed to believe him. Janos Aurdron's heart remained where it was, at the heart of the Sarafan fortress.
Raziel, betrayed betrayer.
Raziel, Kain's folly.
Raziel, blade's mannequin.
Raziel, Thrice born.
Raziel, the angel of death.
Raziel leaped from the towering Pillars of Nosgoth upon the unsuspecting group of Sarafan, landing upon the first and ripping the head from the body along with a length of spinal cord and around six pints of bodily fluids. As the other scouts turned, the ex-lieutenant picked up the fallen warrior's spear and neatly threw it through a Halberdier's chest, blood flying from the gaping wound in the ribcage. That left merely two. The remaining warriors gaped, not quite sure what exactly to make of the attack.
A sharp burst of pure unadulterated force sent the gunner flying into a sharp spike of rock, his face ripped apart by the sudden penetration of three tons of stone via the back of the skull. The remaining swordsman had fled, flinging aside his weapon as he made due haste away from the blue demon.
Raziel paused a moment to replenish his spectral energy. He'd heeded Kain's wishes, but that didn't stop him from ripping the Sarafan to bloody shreds out of frustration. He'd made the pillars his temporary residence as he waited for the Ruined era to roll around. He'd given up using the time chambers, as he couldn't work the damn things and Moebius wasn't kind enough to leave his copy of Time Streaming for Dummies lying around. He sighed. Ariel wasn't fun to talk to, but at least she wasn't trying to kill him. Kain hadn't shown his ugly mug for some time, and he'd heard of nothing from Moebius. In short, Raziel was bored.