Legacy of Kain
The True Destiny
Disclaimer: Don't own LoK, that's owned by Eidos and Crystal Dynamics. I DO, however, own Derek, Sizzle, Azrael, and Shia. If you want to use them, please ask first.
Summary: Ok, first of all, this takes place AFTER DEFIANCE!!! So, if you don't want to know the ending, GO ELSEWHERE NOW!! That said, the basic story is that, somehow, Raziel discovered Earth and had a son with a woman he met there. He then returned to Nosgoth, the ending of Defiance occurred (for those who didn't heed my earlier warning, that was your last chance, from here on out I talk about what happened) and the son of the Soul Reaver grows up on Earth as an alienated and isolated teenager. However, something occurs in his late highschool years that requires him to return to Nosgoth and discover secrets that had been hidden from his father. He must then choose to face his own destiny, or to run from it. Depending on his decision, all Nosgoth, and perhaps all Earth, hangs in the balance. Just to warn you if you're expecting action right away, these first chapters lay the groundwork for the characters involved, especially Derek, Sizzle, Azrael, and Shia.
"Derek, time to get up," a voice called up from the first floor of a somewhat large house. A body lying in a bed in one of the rooms rolled over with a groan, black hair falling in various places around his head. Pale skin with a slight blue tint seemed to blend in with the pale, slightly blue tinted comforter of his bed. He required three blankets at the moment, as it was the dead of winter and it was COLD. "Derek! You're going to be late for school," the same voice called, and from the tone and sound of the voice, one could surmise that the voice belonged to the aforementioned Derek's mother. With another groan Derek sat up, the covers pooling around his waist.
"That wouldn't be a big loss," he mumbled to himself before rolling his unresponsive body out of bed, crashing onto the ground. It was revealed that, while Derek was indeed a very slim boy, he was very muscular. He growled, pushing himself up and cursing the inactivity of his body in the early morning. He whipped his hair out of his face to reveal his most startling feature: Iris less, pupil less, white eyes. They remained pupil less for a few moments, and then brown eyes began to appear in them, along with the corresponding pupils. He flicked a locke of hair out of his eyes, revealing five thin claws instead of fingers. His feet, interestingly, only had four toes each. "Will my body never do as I wish," he mused before staggering across the hall into the bathroom. There was the sound of a shower turning on, followed by a sigh of relief from the showeree (note: Hey, I'm writing the fic, so it's a word!) assumed to be Derek. Apparently, once the warm water had hit his skin, his body loosened up and began functioning properly again. His mind. . .that was another matter, something that would be taken care of as soon as he was downstairs. ........................................................................
Derek gunned it down the stairs, much to his mother's grief. "I'm telling you Derek, one day you ARE going to fall and break your head!" Derek didn't seem to respond, instead racing to the coffee machine. He grabbed a porcelain cup, nearly crushing it in his hand, and yanked the pot off of the ebon machine.
"Sweet, sweet wake-up juice," Derek mumbled, proceeding to down the cup in two gulps. "Ahhhh, that's better." He looked up at his mother, not bothering to keep the illusion of human eyes with her. "Now, what were you saying?" His mother shook her head with a laugh.
"Nothing, dear. Nothing. Just don't forget, you have to be at school today." Derek made a very fake puppy face.
"Awwww. . .do I have to? You know how much I hate that abomination of a building."
"Yes, you have to." She paused, her voice seeming to catch in her throat. "Afterwards. . .afterwards, come straight home. I have something that I think you're old enough to see and understand."
"Mom, I'm sixteen. I've been old enough for this mysterious book of yours since I was ten." She didn't say another word, and Derek knew very well that if he continued to push it would end in another argument. "I'll come straight home," he replied, his voice sounding exasperated. She smiled and patted his hand.
"I know you don't understand now, Derek, but you will." Derek glanced at the clock, waved, grabbed his bag, and headed out towards his car. As the door shut behind him, his mother stared at it for a long moment before saying, "In time, perhaps, you'll even understand it all." ........................................................................
At the top of a building, looking down upon a deserted, shadowy alley. . . .
"You say the boy lives in a large home on Juniper and 4th?"
"Y-y-yeah man, just ta-take it easy! Don't drop me!" There was the sound of a cruel chuckle.
"Now, why would I drop you, when your blood is worth sooo much more to me?" ........................................................................
The school day was mostly uneventful. The only thing Derek liked about school was that he got to see his girlfriend, Shia Renfeld. She was strikingly beautiful, with pale skin, black hair, blue eyes, a perfect figure, and the kind of attitude Derek loved. She was so obviously uncaring of what others thought of her. She dressed in dark black, the way SHE wanted, and used black lipstick and nail polish because SHE wanted to, not because it was "in" or to "rebel." He grinned at his own all black ensemble. It consisted of a black shirt, black biker jacket, black pants, and combat boots. It was simple, but it worked for him, and that's what mattered. It was History class, first period, when the phone across the room rang. The teacher excused herself to get it. Her eyes widened as she turned to look directly at Derek. She held the phone away from her ear and said, "Derek. . .you need to take this." He walked over to the phone, a bit concerned by the look on the teacher's face. She squeezed his arm and mumbled something about being sorry as she passed him. He picked up the phone and greeted whoever was on the other line. After a few moments he fell more than leaned back against the wall. His eyes were trying both to widen and close, and tears were brimming in them. He was beginning to sink down to the floor, and the teacher looked to Shia. "He needs to go home," she said, and nodded at Shia. "You're excused for the rest of the day to take him home." They were both seniors, so it wasn't a huge problem if they missed a few days here and there. Shia walked over and lifted the phone to her ears.
"May I ask what's wrong," she asked, obviously worried about the seriousness of it.
"Yes. . .his mother was attacked, apparently. No one got a good look at who did it, but she was very badly beaten. They're loading her onto a stretcher at his house." Shia dropped the phone from a trembling hand and crouched down, her tight leather pants almost not allowing the move.
"Derek, listen to me. You and I are going to go back to your house together, ok? We're going to wait for your mother to get back home, and we'll stay there together until she does." Shia noticed his illusionary eyes disappearing rapidly and hurriedly lifted him to his feet. She walked him back over to the desk, collected both of their bags, and headed out to Derek's car. ........................................................................
The next day, Derek and Shia were sitting on the couch, watching some random scary movie in honor of Christmas. Sure, it made no sense, but nothing did for either of them at the moment, so why not have a little fun? Shia got up to make a bag of popcorn and discovered something a bit startling. "Derek, um. . .does your mother leave books in the microwave often?" Curious, Derek rose from his seat on the couch and walked over to look at the book. It drew him instantly, and he removed it from the microwave.
"It's called. . .Dark Chronicle." Shia stood next to him as he carefully opened the book, both exhaling loud gasps of shocked surprise at the result. ........................................................................
The Dark Chronicle went through its paces, showing the various portions of Raziel's quest, all the way up through the final quest, under a chapter titled Defiance. However, one part bore a grave importance for the male reader. Raziel was thinking deeply about what he was to do in the Spectral Realm of Nosgoth. He tended to wander as he thought, and this time was no exception. During his wanderings, he found a door. Stepping through, he described the feeling as similar to a warp gate. When he stepped out on the other side of the door, he saw that he was in a different Spectral Realm. What was more important to Derek and Shia, though, was that they recognized the surroundings as bleak and run down versions of the mall they always went to when they wanted to by something or torture preps and jocks. The Chronicle then went on to describe how Raziel had shifted realms in a bathroom, disguised himself using a magical spell, and stepped out into the world. It showed how he had been able to live on the Material Plane of this world and could keep the magical disguise up indefinitely. It showed how he had tested the different dimensions to discover that every year on Earth was but a second on Nosgoth. Through this, he was able to prolong his decision by living on Earth. He chose to take more time for his decision, so he remained on Earth. While here, he met a woman, and after several years of dating, and after he revealed to her who and what he was, they agreed that marriage would not be a good thing at the moment. It revealed that Raziel did not trust fully his prophetic "destinty" but knew he had to go back to Nosgoth and try. So, just in case he was wrong, the pair agreed that Raziel would perform a series of magical spells that would allow him one night of life, and during that one night, he impregnated the woman he had met. Not soon after, before the birth of the baby, Raziel returned to Nosgoth, where mere seconds had passed since he'd left. His decision made, he let the Soul Reaver that Kain held suck him in, and he became the spirit within the blade. ........................................................................
Shia and Derek stood staring at the book, amazed it had relayed pictures, and even Raziel's voice, into their minds. What was more shocking, however, was the identity of the woman. Finally, after several long minutes of silence, Shia looked up at Derek and said, with a wobbly voice, "Derek. . .that-that was. . .your mother!" Derek merely nodded. He had much to contemplate.
Note: Well, what do you think? Good? Not good? Not enough yet to judge? Anything I can improve on? I want to let you know now, I've played SR1 and Defiance. All the other games I've read about, so I'm going to do my best to sound like I know what I'm talking about, but certain characters that might otherwise make appearances won't be now. So please, though I have a vague grasp of who Janos Audron is, don't ask for me to include him, because I'm simply not comfortable enough with my knowledge of who he is, his motivations, and other such character information to include him. If you'd like a list of the characters that I can say for sure will be making appearances, then please say so in the review, I'll try to provide a list either in an Author's Note at the top of the next chapter, or if there are enough reviews/requests for a list, I'll dedicate an entire chapter slot to answering them and providing you all with the list.
The True Destiny
Disclaimer: Don't own LoK, that's owned by Eidos and Crystal Dynamics. I DO, however, own Derek, Sizzle, Azrael, and Shia. If you want to use them, please ask first.
Summary: Ok, first of all, this takes place AFTER DEFIANCE!!! So, if you don't want to know the ending, GO ELSEWHERE NOW!! That said, the basic story is that, somehow, Raziel discovered Earth and had a son with a woman he met there. He then returned to Nosgoth, the ending of Defiance occurred (for those who didn't heed my earlier warning, that was your last chance, from here on out I talk about what happened) and the son of the Soul Reaver grows up on Earth as an alienated and isolated teenager. However, something occurs in his late highschool years that requires him to return to Nosgoth and discover secrets that had been hidden from his father. He must then choose to face his own destiny, or to run from it. Depending on his decision, all Nosgoth, and perhaps all Earth, hangs in the balance. Just to warn you if you're expecting action right away, these first chapters lay the groundwork for the characters involved, especially Derek, Sizzle, Azrael, and Shia.
"Derek, time to get up," a voice called up from the first floor of a somewhat large house. A body lying in a bed in one of the rooms rolled over with a groan, black hair falling in various places around his head. Pale skin with a slight blue tint seemed to blend in with the pale, slightly blue tinted comforter of his bed. He required three blankets at the moment, as it was the dead of winter and it was COLD. "Derek! You're going to be late for school," the same voice called, and from the tone and sound of the voice, one could surmise that the voice belonged to the aforementioned Derek's mother. With another groan Derek sat up, the covers pooling around his waist.
"That wouldn't be a big loss," he mumbled to himself before rolling his unresponsive body out of bed, crashing onto the ground. It was revealed that, while Derek was indeed a very slim boy, he was very muscular. He growled, pushing himself up and cursing the inactivity of his body in the early morning. He whipped his hair out of his face to reveal his most startling feature: Iris less, pupil less, white eyes. They remained pupil less for a few moments, and then brown eyes began to appear in them, along with the corresponding pupils. He flicked a locke of hair out of his eyes, revealing five thin claws instead of fingers. His feet, interestingly, only had four toes each. "Will my body never do as I wish," he mused before staggering across the hall into the bathroom. There was the sound of a shower turning on, followed by a sigh of relief from the showeree (note: Hey, I'm writing the fic, so it's a word!) assumed to be Derek. Apparently, once the warm water had hit his skin, his body loosened up and began functioning properly again. His mind. . .that was another matter, something that would be taken care of as soon as he was downstairs. ........................................................................
Derek gunned it down the stairs, much to his mother's grief. "I'm telling you Derek, one day you ARE going to fall and break your head!" Derek didn't seem to respond, instead racing to the coffee machine. He grabbed a porcelain cup, nearly crushing it in his hand, and yanked the pot off of the ebon machine.
"Sweet, sweet wake-up juice," Derek mumbled, proceeding to down the cup in two gulps. "Ahhhh, that's better." He looked up at his mother, not bothering to keep the illusion of human eyes with her. "Now, what were you saying?" His mother shook her head with a laugh.
"Nothing, dear. Nothing. Just don't forget, you have to be at school today." Derek made a very fake puppy face.
"Awwww. . .do I have to? You know how much I hate that abomination of a building."
"Yes, you have to." She paused, her voice seeming to catch in her throat. "Afterwards. . .afterwards, come straight home. I have something that I think you're old enough to see and understand."
"Mom, I'm sixteen. I've been old enough for this mysterious book of yours since I was ten." She didn't say another word, and Derek knew very well that if he continued to push it would end in another argument. "I'll come straight home," he replied, his voice sounding exasperated. She smiled and patted his hand.
"I know you don't understand now, Derek, but you will." Derek glanced at the clock, waved, grabbed his bag, and headed out towards his car. As the door shut behind him, his mother stared at it for a long moment before saying, "In time, perhaps, you'll even understand it all." ........................................................................
At the top of a building, looking down upon a deserted, shadowy alley. . . .
"You say the boy lives in a large home on Juniper and 4th?"
"Y-y-yeah man, just ta-take it easy! Don't drop me!" There was the sound of a cruel chuckle.
"Now, why would I drop you, when your blood is worth sooo much more to me?" ........................................................................
The school day was mostly uneventful. The only thing Derek liked about school was that he got to see his girlfriend, Shia Renfeld. She was strikingly beautiful, with pale skin, black hair, blue eyes, a perfect figure, and the kind of attitude Derek loved. She was so obviously uncaring of what others thought of her. She dressed in dark black, the way SHE wanted, and used black lipstick and nail polish because SHE wanted to, not because it was "in" or to "rebel." He grinned at his own all black ensemble. It consisted of a black shirt, black biker jacket, black pants, and combat boots. It was simple, but it worked for him, and that's what mattered. It was History class, first period, when the phone across the room rang. The teacher excused herself to get it. Her eyes widened as she turned to look directly at Derek. She held the phone away from her ear and said, "Derek. . .you need to take this." He walked over to the phone, a bit concerned by the look on the teacher's face. She squeezed his arm and mumbled something about being sorry as she passed him. He picked up the phone and greeted whoever was on the other line. After a few moments he fell more than leaned back against the wall. His eyes were trying both to widen and close, and tears were brimming in them. He was beginning to sink down to the floor, and the teacher looked to Shia. "He needs to go home," she said, and nodded at Shia. "You're excused for the rest of the day to take him home." They were both seniors, so it wasn't a huge problem if they missed a few days here and there. Shia walked over and lifted the phone to her ears.
"May I ask what's wrong," she asked, obviously worried about the seriousness of it.
"Yes. . .his mother was attacked, apparently. No one got a good look at who did it, but she was very badly beaten. They're loading her onto a stretcher at his house." Shia dropped the phone from a trembling hand and crouched down, her tight leather pants almost not allowing the move.
"Derek, listen to me. You and I are going to go back to your house together, ok? We're going to wait for your mother to get back home, and we'll stay there together until she does." Shia noticed his illusionary eyes disappearing rapidly and hurriedly lifted him to his feet. She walked him back over to the desk, collected both of their bags, and headed out to Derek's car. ........................................................................
The next day, Derek and Shia were sitting on the couch, watching some random scary movie in honor of Christmas. Sure, it made no sense, but nothing did for either of them at the moment, so why not have a little fun? Shia got up to make a bag of popcorn and discovered something a bit startling. "Derek, um. . .does your mother leave books in the microwave often?" Curious, Derek rose from his seat on the couch and walked over to look at the book. It drew him instantly, and he removed it from the microwave.
"It's called. . .Dark Chronicle." Shia stood next to him as he carefully opened the book, both exhaling loud gasps of shocked surprise at the result. ........................................................................
The Dark Chronicle went through its paces, showing the various portions of Raziel's quest, all the way up through the final quest, under a chapter titled Defiance. However, one part bore a grave importance for the male reader. Raziel was thinking deeply about what he was to do in the Spectral Realm of Nosgoth. He tended to wander as he thought, and this time was no exception. During his wanderings, he found a door. Stepping through, he described the feeling as similar to a warp gate. When he stepped out on the other side of the door, he saw that he was in a different Spectral Realm. What was more important to Derek and Shia, though, was that they recognized the surroundings as bleak and run down versions of the mall they always went to when they wanted to by something or torture preps and jocks. The Chronicle then went on to describe how Raziel had shifted realms in a bathroom, disguised himself using a magical spell, and stepped out into the world. It showed how he had been able to live on the Material Plane of this world and could keep the magical disguise up indefinitely. It showed how he had tested the different dimensions to discover that every year on Earth was but a second on Nosgoth. Through this, he was able to prolong his decision by living on Earth. He chose to take more time for his decision, so he remained on Earth. While here, he met a woman, and after several years of dating, and after he revealed to her who and what he was, they agreed that marriage would not be a good thing at the moment. It revealed that Raziel did not trust fully his prophetic "destinty" but knew he had to go back to Nosgoth and try. So, just in case he was wrong, the pair agreed that Raziel would perform a series of magical spells that would allow him one night of life, and during that one night, he impregnated the woman he had met. Not soon after, before the birth of the baby, Raziel returned to Nosgoth, where mere seconds had passed since he'd left. His decision made, he let the Soul Reaver that Kain held suck him in, and he became the spirit within the blade. ........................................................................
Shia and Derek stood staring at the book, amazed it had relayed pictures, and even Raziel's voice, into their minds. What was more shocking, however, was the identity of the woman. Finally, after several long minutes of silence, Shia looked up at Derek and said, with a wobbly voice, "Derek. . .that-that was. . .your mother!" Derek merely nodded. He had much to contemplate.
Note: Well, what do you think? Good? Not good? Not enough yet to judge? Anything I can improve on? I want to let you know now, I've played SR1 and Defiance. All the other games I've read about, so I'm going to do my best to sound like I know what I'm talking about, but certain characters that might otherwise make appearances won't be now. So please, though I have a vague grasp of who Janos Audron is, don't ask for me to include him, because I'm simply not comfortable enough with my knowledge of who he is, his motivations, and other such character information to include him. If you'd like a list of the characters that I can say for sure will be making appearances, then please say so in the review, I'll try to provide a list either in an Author's Note at the top of the next chapter, or if there are enough reviews/requests for a list, I'll dedicate an entire chapter slot to answering them and providing you all with the list.