All right- I don't own any own the characters in this fic, but the Crystal
Dynamics and Silicon Knights do...
This is my crazy idea of what might happen in SR3. There are no complicated
theories in the fic, don't worry, only hints. I hope it makes sense,
nevertheless. I couldn't sleep because of this one, and I had to write
it...Well, pleez read and find out what its all about.
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The sharp edged, hovering artificial shadows of the Spectral Realm bit into his perception, forcing him to move, to adjust in the sickeningly unreal spectral space. Aware that the very impression of movement was illusion, he did not bother to stretch the aching muscles, the pain only being the memory in his mind. Looking around, still dazed by suffering and utter shock, his gaze followed the skull- like white shapes of inhuman souls. One of them hovered silently near him, blissfully oblivious of the danger. With a tired movement, Raziel lowered his cowl and sent out his call. The soul jerked from its place, writhed as it aimlessly fought for release, then let itself become absorbed. Raziel absently looked for other prey. The ritual was no longer a novelty...in fact the whole excitement of the process he'd so enjoyed in the beginning was wearing out. Especially that he had experienced the very same terror of being leeched away...into a horrible, ice-cold abyss of eternal confinement...
And then Raziel felt a pull of a strange force, disrupting the spectral realm, emanating from one point...blue circular fields of ethereal energy shot out of it, heading straight for Raziel, enveloping him, binding him, pulling him into a growing white portal... Raziel found no strength to fight.
The eyes of the Elder...inquisitive, searching, judging, relentlessly stripping him of any barriers he tried to raise... Prying into the deepest pits of his soul, a cold touch of hostile mind.
Raziel writhed in agony as the Elder searched his mind for his deepest secrets... Reproaching him for his fledgling rebellion. "You called me a demon, my child..." Not your child...no...screamed Raziel's mind, through a storm of pain. "I have warned you, Raziel. You shall now be punished for your futile attempts to defy me..."
He felt helpless, weak, defeated.
"Your destiny awaits..."
Voices. Demonic, high pitched laughter and a steady hum of stranges voices- an eerie incantation that tore into Raziel's mind. Before his eyes, a pit of hell opened. Destroy me once and for all. Only laughter answered him, reverberating through his soul. "This is only a hell for mortals, take no notice of its fiery pits...Although, perhaps I would indulge you with the sight of your own torment in it..." Raziel's eyes snapped open and the space itself warped into a giant vortex, spinning him, tossing him down. It caught him inches from the pit's rocky floor, inches from a metal contraption fashioned to resemble a crucifix. Nailed to the metal cross a human body hung motionless, emaciated, burned to a dark unrecognizable mass. Suddenly, in a flash of light, the body became restored, muscle and flesh returning...And he recognized his own human form, writhing in agony as the flames began consuming it again. Damn you Elder, release me... "I once thought you would be useful to me." The booming voice invaded his mind again. "I shall not destroy you...Fear me, or you shall be mine forever, stranded here in my grasp... I have full control over you again, as you let yourself become weak enough.
And you shall obey me."
Released. Free. These were his first thoughts, as his consciousness returned. Hastily, he stepped onto a conduit and let the tips of his claws draw at the currents of reality. They followed him, flowing like currents of wind. Before him were the tall and proud silhouettes of the Pillars. And at the base of the central pillar a lone figure was standing.
"Kain?"
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Whew. I'd love to continue with the story, but its really up to you.
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The sharp edged, hovering artificial shadows of the Spectral Realm bit into his perception, forcing him to move, to adjust in the sickeningly unreal spectral space. Aware that the very impression of movement was illusion, he did not bother to stretch the aching muscles, the pain only being the memory in his mind. Looking around, still dazed by suffering and utter shock, his gaze followed the skull- like white shapes of inhuman souls. One of them hovered silently near him, blissfully oblivious of the danger. With a tired movement, Raziel lowered his cowl and sent out his call. The soul jerked from its place, writhed as it aimlessly fought for release, then let itself become absorbed. Raziel absently looked for other prey. The ritual was no longer a novelty...in fact the whole excitement of the process he'd so enjoyed in the beginning was wearing out. Especially that he had experienced the very same terror of being leeched away...into a horrible, ice-cold abyss of eternal confinement...
And then Raziel felt a pull of a strange force, disrupting the spectral realm, emanating from one point...blue circular fields of ethereal energy shot out of it, heading straight for Raziel, enveloping him, binding him, pulling him into a growing white portal... Raziel found no strength to fight.
The eyes of the Elder...inquisitive, searching, judging, relentlessly stripping him of any barriers he tried to raise... Prying into the deepest pits of his soul, a cold touch of hostile mind.
Raziel writhed in agony as the Elder searched his mind for his deepest secrets... Reproaching him for his fledgling rebellion. "You called me a demon, my child..." Not your child...no...screamed Raziel's mind, through a storm of pain. "I have warned you, Raziel. You shall now be punished for your futile attempts to defy me..."
He felt helpless, weak, defeated.
"Your destiny awaits..."
Voices. Demonic, high pitched laughter and a steady hum of stranges voices- an eerie incantation that tore into Raziel's mind. Before his eyes, a pit of hell opened. Destroy me once and for all. Only laughter answered him, reverberating through his soul. "This is only a hell for mortals, take no notice of its fiery pits...Although, perhaps I would indulge you with the sight of your own torment in it..." Raziel's eyes snapped open and the space itself warped into a giant vortex, spinning him, tossing him down. It caught him inches from the pit's rocky floor, inches from a metal contraption fashioned to resemble a crucifix. Nailed to the metal cross a human body hung motionless, emaciated, burned to a dark unrecognizable mass. Suddenly, in a flash of light, the body became restored, muscle and flesh returning...And he recognized his own human form, writhing in agony as the flames began consuming it again. Damn you Elder, release me... "I once thought you would be useful to me." The booming voice invaded his mind again. "I shall not destroy you...Fear me, or you shall be mine forever, stranded here in my grasp... I have full control over you again, as you let yourself become weak enough.
And you shall obey me."
Released. Free. These were his first thoughts, as his consciousness returned. Hastily, he stepped onto a conduit and let the tips of his claws draw at the currents of reality. They followed him, flowing like currents of wind. Before him were the tall and proud silhouettes of the Pillars. And at the base of the central pillar a lone figure was standing.
"Kain?"
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Whew. I'd love to continue with the story, but its really up to you.