Changes, Chapter 6: The Coming Of The End
By King Cobra3 (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Kain and all other original characters in this fic are mine and shouldn't be used without my consent.
Warning: This installment is not so much a fic as it is a way to set up the new plot, so it's going to be awfully short, much more of a quick read them my other chapters in this saga.
Scotland, 936 A.D.
As the golden rays of the sun dipped, vanishing into the sheath of the horizon, the gargoyles perched on the parapets of the castle that rested atop a cliff roared to life, their stone skins flying everywhere, dangerous pieces of debris.
One gargoyle, a charcoal colored female with a fiercely strict expression, glided down excitedly to the rookery, where the next generation of gargoyles eggs were supposed to have hatched. For the proud young mother, her hatchling would be born tonight, and she would show him love, and affection, while raising him to honor the traditions of old and be an example to his fellow gargoyles. She knew not what to call him, but she felt, with an odd sense of accomplishment and a slight sense of fate in this night, that she would realize his name upon first seeing her newborn kit.
"Hey, Celeste!" she heard a familiar male voice call. "Where ya going?"
Celeste whirled to look behind her, her flowing brown hair getting in her eyes as she did so. Wiping the strand away, the gargess smiled warmly as her mate, Omri, sailed towards her, coming in for a smooth landing on the rocky hard soil. Omri, a muscularly-shaped gargoyle, probably the strongest of the clan, stood about 7" and weighed somewhere 400 lbs, and was an important factor in Celeste's life, for she had fallen in love with the clan's second long ago. The two hugged affectionately, and then Omri repeated his question, with a knowing glint in his hazel eyes. Celeste smiled and moved her hand through the green gargoyle's jet black hair before answering "Checking upon our son."
Omri chuckled, a strange sound that seemed to originate in his chest and work upwards to his mouth. "So what makes you think it's a son? Could be a daughter."
"No," an unrecognizable voice from nearby interrupted Celeste before she could speak. "He will be a boy." Omri, and his slightly fearful mate, spun around to see three aged female gargoyles, one with white hair, another with black tresses, and the third sprouting a blonde mane. Something seemed strange about them, for neither male nor female gargoyle had ever seen them, and did not recall them from the clan. They were strangers.
Omri cleared his throat, deciding to make his point quite clear. "How is it that you know the gender of our child when my mate and I do not even know?" The blonde gargess fixed him with a amused gaze, and opening her mouth, spoke. "We know many things, Omri of Castle Wyvern."
"How did you know my name?"
"Omri," Celeste chimed in, standing the tension no longer, "Who are these strangers?"
"We are visionaries, here to shape the future." The cotton haired gargess interceded. Without warning, all three gargesses joined hands and, forming a circle around Omri and Celeste, began a strangely poetic chant, proclaiming the fate of the small one that belonged to the two dumbstruck gargoyles, both of whom were now spinning in the air slowly amidst pink smoke rising.
"Warriors of Wyvern, parents of one,
look and gaze upon your son
for in his future lies hardship and pain
fear and hurt and contempt, mixed with disdain.
But fear not the coming years
nor let these words stir your fears,
for in him, there will be knowledge
strength and wisdom from his heritage
and with his life, he will lead
those who in life with humans will succeed.
He will guide them, and give them purpose,
Even when they are deemed worthless
And hated and despised,
be not surprised.
For one will show the way
To light on a cloudy day
And when all is lost, he will be strong,
And only right will come out of that which is wrong.
So raise your son, guide him well,
For he will do well, in his life of hell."
The chant ended, and the gargesses regarded Omri and Celeste solemnly. "Teach your son not to give into the ways of depression, for in him, a warrior will make his mark in history, and will be remembered for all of eternity." With that, the three vanished, and Omri, baffled, and a little afraid, looked at his wife, who had gone into the rookery and emerged, carrying her winged child. "Celeste?"
"He is indeed a strong one, my love." There was astonishment mixed with pride in her voice. "He will be named Goliath."
As the loving parents doted over their newborn, the demon watching nearby chuckled as he watched. It would be a long time before he could accomplish his mission, but when the time came, he would slaughter the gargoyle and doom all of his kind to the pits of hell...
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Manhattan, 2002 A.D.
The sun set.
Instantaneously, the stone forms on Castle Wyvern's highest towers awakened, their well-rested roars shattering the night sky as they rose to meet another night in their busy lives. It would be a long night, but then, weren't all the nights long and deeply involving for the clan?
"I'm still not used to the sleeping habits," Kain grumbled as he wiped away a piece of gravel from his well-built arm.
"You'll adjust," Demona reacted soothingly as she placed a loving hand on his bicep. Kain smiled. "Of course I will. I can adjust to anything with you around." He cupped her chin in his hand. "And just think, we'll have eternity to share."
Goliath shook the stone skin out of his eyes, then, as he stretched, trying to get the sensation of wakefulness out of his system, out of the corner of his left eye, he observed Demona, who, instead of wakening from stone sleep, changed out of her human form every night, and Kain smiling at each other, and then grabbing hands as they flew off, no doubt going for a night on the town. The rest of the clan all went separate ways to do different things tonight. Lex had gone to websurf, Brooklyn had a motorcycle movie called "Easyriders" that he had wanted to see, courtesy of Elisa and her video card. Broadway and Angela were in the library reading, and, as far as Hudson and Bronx, Goliath could only guess. Most likely enjoying "The Late Show With Conan O'Brien" elsewhere in the castle.
Out of everyone in his clan, it was the two newcomers, Demona and Kain, that absorbed Goliath's thoughts the most. Kain had been a member of his clan for months now, but it hadn't been easy. Kain had once been Ethan Mueller, Quarryman. Then he had become Ethan Mueller, gargoyle sympathizer. Now he was Ethan Muller, former human-turned-gargoyle now named Kain. Goliath could get along very well with Kain, despite his background, but it was an uneasy friendship. Especially considering that he was allied (and more) with Demona, the gargess who had on countless occasion attacked the clan. Goliath trusted her as well, but it hadn't been easy in the beginning of their truce.
"What's wrong?" A familiar voice cut into his thoughts. Goliath turned around, seeing Elisa, and smiled. "Nothing is wrong. Just thinking." Elisa nodded, understanding apparent on her face. "Still worried about Demona and Kain?"
"How... how did you..."
"I know you too well, Big Guy. I could tell you were deep in thought. What else would you be pondering about? No one else in the clan has done anything major lately." Elisa smiled and placed her hand comfortingly upon her lover's shoulder. "But you can relax, Goliath. I've seen Demona and Kain together. Trust me, he relaxes her. When they're together, she has a aura of peacefulness that she never used to have. He's changed her."
Goliath nodded. He knew this, for he too had noticed the newly born spark in Demona's eyes whenever Kain was around. How her face brightened when her mate awoke at night. They were deeply infatuated with each other, and possibly more. It was because of this, and the fact that she would never be alone again until the end of time, that Goliath realized that all the hate that had haunted Demona's soul had gone at last, that his former angel of the night was finally at peace with herself and the clan as well.
That little fact would have to be enough to put his misgivings at ease.
Goliath smiled and scooped up Elisa, opening his wings, and they glided away into the heart of night, flying above the lights of noisy, crowded Manhattan. It was already beginning to look like a pleasurable night for them both, at her place. They would watch a movie, and then, move onto... other activities...
The deity that had watching them couldn't help but grin. It was almost time. The stage would soon be set to wage his war, to destroy all the gargoyles. He almost laughed as he saw in his mind's eye Goliath's burnt, bloody corpse, screaming in pain as it slowly perished. Soon Goliath would be caught in a futile struggle for life itself.
As well as his insidious clan.
To Be Continued...
By King Cobra3 (kingcobra49036@yahoo.com)
Disclaimer: Kain and all other original characters in this fic are mine and shouldn't be used without my consent.
Warning: This installment is not so much a fic as it is a way to set up the new plot, so it's going to be awfully short, much more of a quick read them my other chapters in this saga.
Scotland, 936 A.D.
As the golden rays of the sun dipped, vanishing into the sheath of the horizon, the gargoyles perched on the parapets of the castle that rested atop a cliff roared to life, their stone skins flying everywhere, dangerous pieces of debris.
One gargoyle, a charcoal colored female with a fiercely strict expression, glided down excitedly to the rookery, where the next generation of gargoyles eggs were supposed to have hatched. For the proud young mother, her hatchling would be born tonight, and she would show him love, and affection, while raising him to honor the traditions of old and be an example to his fellow gargoyles. She knew not what to call him, but she felt, with an odd sense of accomplishment and a slight sense of fate in this night, that she would realize his name upon first seeing her newborn kit.
"Hey, Celeste!" she heard a familiar male voice call. "Where ya going?"
Celeste whirled to look behind her, her flowing brown hair getting in her eyes as she did so. Wiping the strand away, the gargess smiled warmly as her mate, Omri, sailed towards her, coming in for a smooth landing on the rocky hard soil. Omri, a muscularly-shaped gargoyle, probably the strongest of the clan, stood about 7" and weighed somewhere 400 lbs, and was an important factor in Celeste's life, for she had fallen in love with the clan's second long ago. The two hugged affectionately, and then Omri repeated his question, with a knowing glint in his hazel eyes. Celeste smiled and moved her hand through the green gargoyle's jet black hair before answering "Checking upon our son."
Omri chuckled, a strange sound that seemed to originate in his chest and work upwards to his mouth. "So what makes you think it's a son? Could be a daughter."
"No," an unrecognizable voice from nearby interrupted Celeste before she could speak. "He will be a boy." Omri, and his slightly fearful mate, spun around to see three aged female gargoyles, one with white hair, another with black tresses, and the third sprouting a blonde mane. Something seemed strange about them, for neither male nor female gargoyle had ever seen them, and did not recall them from the clan. They were strangers.
Omri cleared his throat, deciding to make his point quite clear. "How is it that you know the gender of our child when my mate and I do not even know?" The blonde gargess fixed him with a amused gaze, and opening her mouth, spoke. "We know many things, Omri of Castle Wyvern."
"How did you know my name?"
"Omri," Celeste chimed in, standing the tension no longer, "Who are these strangers?"
"We are visionaries, here to shape the future." The cotton haired gargess interceded. Without warning, all three gargesses joined hands and, forming a circle around Omri and Celeste, began a strangely poetic chant, proclaiming the fate of the small one that belonged to the two dumbstruck gargoyles, both of whom were now spinning in the air slowly amidst pink smoke rising.
"Warriors of Wyvern, parents of one,
look and gaze upon your son
for in his future lies hardship and pain
fear and hurt and contempt, mixed with disdain.
But fear not the coming years
nor let these words stir your fears,
for in him, there will be knowledge
strength and wisdom from his heritage
and with his life, he will lead
those who in life with humans will succeed.
He will guide them, and give them purpose,
Even when they are deemed worthless
And hated and despised,
be not surprised.
For one will show the way
To light on a cloudy day
And when all is lost, he will be strong,
And only right will come out of that which is wrong.
So raise your son, guide him well,
For he will do well, in his life of hell."
The chant ended, and the gargesses regarded Omri and Celeste solemnly. "Teach your son not to give into the ways of depression, for in him, a warrior will make his mark in history, and will be remembered for all of eternity." With that, the three vanished, and Omri, baffled, and a little afraid, looked at his wife, who had gone into the rookery and emerged, carrying her winged child. "Celeste?"
"He is indeed a strong one, my love." There was astonishment mixed with pride in her voice. "He will be named Goliath."
As the loving parents doted over their newborn, the demon watching nearby chuckled as he watched. It would be a long time before he could accomplish his mission, but when the time came, he would slaughter the gargoyle and doom all of his kind to the pits of hell...
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Manhattan, 2002 A.D.
The sun set.
Instantaneously, the stone forms on Castle Wyvern's highest towers awakened, their well-rested roars shattering the night sky as they rose to meet another night in their busy lives. It would be a long night, but then, weren't all the nights long and deeply involving for the clan?
"I'm still not used to the sleeping habits," Kain grumbled as he wiped away a piece of gravel from his well-built arm.
"You'll adjust," Demona reacted soothingly as she placed a loving hand on his bicep. Kain smiled. "Of course I will. I can adjust to anything with you around." He cupped her chin in his hand. "And just think, we'll have eternity to share."
Goliath shook the stone skin out of his eyes, then, as he stretched, trying to get the sensation of wakefulness out of his system, out of the corner of his left eye, he observed Demona, who, instead of wakening from stone sleep, changed out of her human form every night, and Kain smiling at each other, and then grabbing hands as they flew off, no doubt going for a night on the town. The rest of the clan all went separate ways to do different things tonight. Lex had gone to websurf, Brooklyn had a motorcycle movie called "Easyriders" that he had wanted to see, courtesy of Elisa and her video card. Broadway and Angela were in the library reading, and, as far as Hudson and Bronx, Goliath could only guess. Most likely enjoying "The Late Show With Conan O'Brien" elsewhere in the castle.
Out of everyone in his clan, it was the two newcomers, Demona and Kain, that absorbed Goliath's thoughts the most. Kain had been a member of his clan for months now, but it hadn't been easy. Kain had once been Ethan Mueller, Quarryman. Then he had become Ethan Mueller, gargoyle sympathizer. Now he was Ethan Muller, former human-turned-gargoyle now named Kain. Goliath could get along very well with Kain, despite his background, but it was an uneasy friendship. Especially considering that he was allied (and more) with Demona, the gargess who had on countless occasion attacked the clan. Goliath trusted her as well, but it hadn't been easy in the beginning of their truce.
"What's wrong?" A familiar voice cut into his thoughts. Goliath turned around, seeing Elisa, and smiled. "Nothing is wrong. Just thinking." Elisa nodded, understanding apparent on her face. "Still worried about Demona and Kain?"
"How... how did you..."
"I know you too well, Big Guy. I could tell you were deep in thought. What else would you be pondering about? No one else in the clan has done anything major lately." Elisa smiled and placed her hand comfortingly upon her lover's shoulder. "But you can relax, Goliath. I've seen Demona and Kain together. Trust me, he relaxes her. When they're together, she has a aura of peacefulness that she never used to have. He's changed her."
Goliath nodded. He knew this, for he too had noticed the newly born spark in Demona's eyes whenever Kain was around. How her face brightened when her mate awoke at night. They were deeply infatuated with each other, and possibly more. It was because of this, and the fact that she would never be alone again until the end of time, that Goliath realized that all the hate that had haunted Demona's soul had gone at last, that his former angel of the night was finally at peace with herself and the clan as well.
That little fact would have to be enough to put his misgivings at ease.
Goliath smiled and scooped up Elisa, opening his wings, and they glided away into the heart of night, flying above the lights of noisy, crowded Manhattan. It was already beginning to look like a pleasurable night for them both, at her place. They would watch a movie, and then, move onto... other activities...
The deity that had watching them couldn't help but grin. It was almost time. The stage would soon be set to wage his war, to destroy all the gargoyles. He almost laughed as he saw in his mind's eye Goliath's burnt, bloody corpse, screaming in pain as it slowly perished. Soon Goliath would be caught in a futile struggle for life itself.
As well as his insidious clan.
To Be Continued...