A/N: I haven't given up on my other projects, (not officially,) but this story was a lot easier than what I've been fighting with lately.

It's not really a self-insert, though it looks that way. I'm hoping that it will also be different than all the other, "OMG, I got sucked into a video game," stories. I think the main differences are that it's a crossover, and Raziel doesn't have that 'instant fascination' syndrome that forces him to interact with the OC.

5/25/05 Disclaimer I do not own Raziel or Legacy of Kain. If I did, I would've made Umah wear something warm-looking.

It's weird how it happened. One day, a strange man appeared in my room. He was dressed like a beatnik, black turtleneck and pants. He was absurdly pale with dark hair, but his strangest feature was his vibrant purple eyes. No one had eyes that color, and they seemed to have a subtle glow that couldn't have been caused by contacts. Somehow, he seemed familiar.

He introduced himself as "The Gamester," and offered to transport me into any game of my choosing. This seemed too good to be true, so naturally I questioned him about some details.

"You won't come to any real harm," he assured me, "but the only way out of the game is to finish it. That also means that you can't try to take too many shortcuts to avoid the parts that you don't like."

I considered my choice carefully, even though there was one name that immediately sprung to mind: Raziel. "I accept your offer. Let me do Soul Reaver 2."

The Gamester nodded. "You should change clothes. You can't very well wander around Nosgoth looking like that."

I hadn't bothered to get dressed this morning; I was still in my velvet lounge pants. I dug through my closet and found the RPG adventurer costume that I had assembled from thrift-store finds. It was sturdy brown slacks, steel-toed boots, and a tight sleeveless shirt. My disguise wasn't perfect, but I wouldn't stand out.

"What about my hair?" I asked. I hadn't dyed my hair recently, but most of it was still a dejected shade of blue.

The Gamester casually flicked his fingers in my direction, and my hair resumed its natural shade of medium brown. A moment later, I felt a wave of vertigo, and I was suddenly staring at Moebius' green-hooded face.

His dry and wrinkled face split into a broad grin. His eyes were supposed to be cloudy with cataracts, but instead they were the same bright violet as the Gamester's. "I hope you have fun," he crowed in a singsong voice.

I recovered from the shock as Moebius walked away from me. We were in the Sarafan stronghold; the walls of this room were painted with murals depicting Vorador's slaughter of the circle. Moebius walked into the incoming chronoplast chamber, but the door shut before I had a chance to follow him.

After several minutes, the doorway to the chronoplast chamber opened again. Moebius and Raziel emerged.

Raziel looked more impressive in real life than I could have imagined. Even from several yards away, I could see the sinews of his muscles working as he moved. His tattered wings swung against his legs like the sound of leather. A slightly sour scent filled the air, like laundry that had been left sitting in the washer for too long.

I watched as Moebius and Raziel bantered back and forth. I could barely believe it; I was truly in the game. Moebius was gesturing to the basin, telling Raziel that he would need to fight his way out of the stronghold.

Suddenly, Raziel turned and stared at me and questioned. "Who is that?"

Moebius turned to me, as if only noticing that I was there. However, his clouded eyes flashed a brilliant purple, indicating that the Gamester was still assuming his role. "Elizabeth is going to accompany you on your journey. Her advice should be beneficial" With that, Moebius disappeared.

"I do not need any help," Raziel sniffed. He shoved the door open and walked out into the hallway.

I ran after Raziel. He quickly dispatched the soldiers that barred his way. Raziel moved fast; I wouldn't have been able to keep up with him if Moebius' crusaders hadn't kept slowing him down.

Raziel kept glancing back at me, as if he was annoyed at being followed by a strange young girl. The route from the courtyard to the chapel was barred. This didn't prove to be any barrier to Raziel; he simply phased into the spectral realm. I didn't have that ability.

A moment later, Raziel appeared in the middle of the chapel. I could only press my face through the bars and watch as he took out the two female warriors.

Moments passed as I tried to figure out how to get through the gate. I still hadn't opened it as I listened to Raziel taunting Moebius. I knew the scene well. I pounded the gate in frustration, unable to catch up with Raziel.

Raziel grew tired of tormenting Moebius and left to go after Kain. I sunk to my knees and rested my head against the bars. I wept in disappointment at how I couldn't follow my favorite character through his adventure.

The possessed Moebius laid his hand on my shoulder and teleported me to his parlor. There, we sat at a small table that was set for tea.

"It's not fair," I shouted. I slammed my hand on the table, causing the cups to jump. "I can't keep up with him, especially when he goes into spectral."

Moebius' eyes flashed violet as he reflectively sipped at his tea. "You really shouldn't be surprised. This game was designed with his abilities in mind. You can't go were he can."

"There's got to be a way," I muttered.

"Isn't there any other game that you like?" Moebius asked me.

"A few, I suppose," I muttered unenthusiastically, "but Raziel's my favorite."

"I could pull you both into a different game," Moebius suggested. "Perhaps one that's designed more for a human's abilities?"

"He'd probably still find a way to leave me behind," I growled through clenched teeth.

"Not if he needs you to get out," Moebius smiled.

The smile wasn't Moebius' amused smirk; it was the gamester's conniving grin. The juxtaposition was a bit unnerving. Suddenly, it occurred to me. "Send us into Ico. That one requires both characters to work together."

"Excellent," Moebius crowed with uncharacteristic glee. "This is what we'll need to do..."

It was sooner than I expected when Raziel returned from his trek out in Nosgoth's wilderness. Moebius and I watched from the upper galleries of the chapel as Kain miraculously convinced Raziel not to kill him.

I was surprised to find Moebius suddenly start to twitch. I could only guess that he and the Gamester were struggling for control of the body. I bore Moebius no ill will, but I also did not feel any sympathy for him. I gave a vague smirk at his surprise.

The attack only lasted a moment. Moebius grabbed my arm and said, "It's time to go."

The teleportation spell engulfed us both, and in a moment we were in the hallway outside of Moebius' chronoplast chamber. I followed him through the door. Raziel was already there, but he ignored me as he taunted Moebius.

Moebius delivered his lines. As he set the machine, his eyes flashed purple. That was my signal.

As Raziel grasped the two poles of the switch, I threw myself at him and locked my arms around his scrawny body. His choked cry of surprise was cut off as the machine activated.