Here's another chapter....finally...I'm really sorry it took so much
time...but let me see....the story continues...
Night's dark belly was swollen with heavy clouds, the night was dormant in its own humid stench. No voices of nature disturbed the heavy, unnatural silence that stretched itself over the land. The angel's wings shivered under the touch of the humid air. An odor of decay came with a silent breath of slight wind. Raziel was standing beneath the Pillars where they had landed, a dark figure against the semi-darkness of the night. Moonlight filtered through the clouds, descending in rays of greenish, diseased light.
"I am sorry" The angel's deep voice startled Raziel out of his reverie. He shook his head.
"It is my fault. I shouldn't have..." Raziel turned sharply at the tone of the angel's voice. His first reaction was anger, unjust and envious. But something in the voice made him shiver. The angel averted his gaze quickly.
"I have only deepened your suffering."
Raziel laughed involuntarily at this. This ...angel was far too naive to understand what gift he had given. Suffering was a side -effect Raziel would willingly accept as a price for this flight...suffering was a condition he was so accustomed to...
"You have no idea." He replied dryly, toying with the angel's emotions. He was beginning to understand Kain. It was a refined entertainment. Now, however, he was the one in control.
The angel's wings shuddered again, the moisture in the air clung to his skin, like a hungry parasite. A sad smile appeared on his lips.
"There's still chance." He whispered.
"What chance ...." Raziel's anger swelled again- anger and impatience at this pathetic and naive version of himself. Why did he always have to become disappointed with his own self...
"I...have come here with a purpose..."
That was something Raziel was waiting all the time. A purpose. He had not even bothered to ask, extracting information from various beings has lately become quite a waste of time. He simply waited for the pretty thing to blurt it out. And here it was.
The angel put his hand to his chest...
"When I return I will have to die...as a savior...as I was destined to." Raziel listened, surprised at the bitter tone in the angels' voice.
"But I prefer to die saving you instead."
Raziel grimaced with what was left of his face. How dramatic. And how typical of himself. He shook his head.
"And how do you plan to accomplish this?" He tried not to let the irony drip into his voice. The angel gazed at him sadly.
"The Heart of Darkness..."
"It was stolen by the Sarafan...I will have to find it and bring it back to Janos."
The memory of the battle with his brothers and his own self returned. Ah what delicious pleasure it was, to impale the Sarafan brat on the Reaver blade, to see the agony and fear in his eyes. The pitiful human registered his contempt and hatred. It was an intoxicating and delightful moment with a tinge of pain, coming from his other incarnation, passing the confines of the body and resonating deep within the demon's soul. This was true bloodlust.
"No."
The answer made him look up, startled.
"I have it right here." The Angel raised his hand to his chest once again.
Silence answered him. The demon gazed at him coldly, waiting for explanation.
"In my time stream I did not become a Sarafan. Moebius had not yet twisted my destiny. I was watched by Janos as a human and I became his fledgling when my time came. I accepted my gift willingly. Janos was my vampiric father...He handed down to me the Holy Blade. "
"The blood Reaver."
"Yes. And he gave me his Heart."
Raziel shuddered at the thought. Janos would have sacrificed himself to aid his child?...but then...he had. Even for the demon, Janos was willing to give away his precious immortal life. Thus ended his guardianship of the blade. So, what had happened was only a twisted version of the original time-stream, untainted by time-manipulations.
"And I shall give it to you now."
"If you ... wish... I will take it back to Janos." Raziel replied, bewildered, shocked. This angel was not so foolish as he had thought. The angel shook his head. The melody of his voice was tainted with bitterness and pain.
"I will only give it to you, and you shall be restored." His face smoothed in a feverish smile. "Your wings..."
Raziel was calmly watching the Angel...evaluating him, considering the offer.
"This cannot be so simple, Angel." He was so used to thinking about the being as "the angel" that he involuntarily addressed him as one...What else could ha have said...brother??
He replied calmly, carefully phrasing his thoughts: "Somewhere in the recesses of that Cathedral or wherever that coward Moebius is hiding now is the Heart from this time-stream. I will find it and then decide what to do with it. Can you even imagine the possible complications of using your Heart? I wonder why your arrival here has not yet caused serious disturbances in this time - stream. I suspect I will have to pay for your intrusion here later. No, Angel. Perhaps this is another trial I was meant to pass. Return to your own Nosgoth and tempt me no more..."
Raziel forced himself to talk. To ignore the swelling, itching temptation to accept the Angels' offer. Clenching his fists, he fought to subdue the frantic fever that started gnawing at his soul. He imagined himself returning to his former glory. His wings... Through the haze of the vision he saw the Angel advance...
He saw moments of movements, as if time stopped for short intervals to show him in a flash the still images of the beautiful being ... The white fire in his eyes. Wings that stretched to their full span, shuddering convulsively... Lost in the vision, he raised his hand and the wrath blade weakly responded.
Than you for reviewing!!! ^^ Next chapter coming soon!!!!
Deionarra: Don't you leave us with cliffhangers like these, or I'll... Me: A Soul Reaver replica for you milady? Yes? It's free and all yours. Deionarra: Er,,..is it...ya know...inhabited? Me: No, you'll have to find an appropriate soul for it ^^ Me: Soul Reavers? Real replicas for free, it is a part of advertising campaign for the next part of LOK, anyone?
Ruff Collie: Raz is so jealous...awww... Me: He would be jealous indeed if he saw my replicas...Wanna Soul Reaver?
Ruff Collie: Sure! But then if Raz saw you selling replicas he would be ...well...angry Me: so ...hmm...maybe I should find something new to sell...like Kain's leather pants !!!!
Lilith: I reviewed! Where's my Soul reaver! Me: It's right here, I am sorry, the ones I had then were stolen by Garrett the Master Thief...So here ya go!!! Life sized, with a portable holder and a set of tools for cleaning. Lilith: What about the soul inside.? Me: Well this one is inhabited, (version deluxe) but you're gonna have to name him...or her...
Night's dark belly was swollen with heavy clouds, the night was dormant in its own humid stench. No voices of nature disturbed the heavy, unnatural silence that stretched itself over the land. The angel's wings shivered under the touch of the humid air. An odor of decay came with a silent breath of slight wind. Raziel was standing beneath the Pillars where they had landed, a dark figure against the semi-darkness of the night. Moonlight filtered through the clouds, descending in rays of greenish, diseased light.
"I am sorry" The angel's deep voice startled Raziel out of his reverie. He shook his head.
"It is my fault. I shouldn't have..." Raziel turned sharply at the tone of the angel's voice. His first reaction was anger, unjust and envious. But something in the voice made him shiver. The angel averted his gaze quickly.
"I have only deepened your suffering."
Raziel laughed involuntarily at this. This ...angel was far too naive to understand what gift he had given. Suffering was a side -effect Raziel would willingly accept as a price for this flight...suffering was a condition he was so accustomed to...
"You have no idea." He replied dryly, toying with the angel's emotions. He was beginning to understand Kain. It was a refined entertainment. Now, however, he was the one in control.
The angel's wings shuddered again, the moisture in the air clung to his skin, like a hungry parasite. A sad smile appeared on his lips.
"There's still chance." He whispered.
"What chance ...." Raziel's anger swelled again- anger and impatience at this pathetic and naive version of himself. Why did he always have to become disappointed with his own self...
"I...have come here with a purpose..."
That was something Raziel was waiting all the time. A purpose. He had not even bothered to ask, extracting information from various beings has lately become quite a waste of time. He simply waited for the pretty thing to blurt it out. And here it was.
The angel put his hand to his chest...
"When I return I will have to die...as a savior...as I was destined to." Raziel listened, surprised at the bitter tone in the angels' voice.
"But I prefer to die saving you instead."
Raziel grimaced with what was left of his face. How dramatic. And how typical of himself. He shook his head.
"And how do you plan to accomplish this?" He tried not to let the irony drip into his voice. The angel gazed at him sadly.
"The Heart of Darkness..."
"It was stolen by the Sarafan...I will have to find it and bring it back to Janos."
The memory of the battle with his brothers and his own self returned. Ah what delicious pleasure it was, to impale the Sarafan brat on the Reaver blade, to see the agony and fear in his eyes. The pitiful human registered his contempt and hatred. It was an intoxicating and delightful moment with a tinge of pain, coming from his other incarnation, passing the confines of the body and resonating deep within the demon's soul. This was true bloodlust.
"No."
The answer made him look up, startled.
"I have it right here." The Angel raised his hand to his chest once again.
Silence answered him. The demon gazed at him coldly, waiting for explanation.
"In my time stream I did not become a Sarafan. Moebius had not yet twisted my destiny. I was watched by Janos as a human and I became his fledgling when my time came. I accepted my gift willingly. Janos was my vampiric father...He handed down to me the Holy Blade. "
"The blood Reaver."
"Yes. And he gave me his Heart."
Raziel shuddered at the thought. Janos would have sacrificed himself to aid his child?...but then...he had. Even for the demon, Janos was willing to give away his precious immortal life. Thus ended his guardianship of the blade. So, what had happened was only a twisted version of the original time-stream, untainted by time-manipulations.
"And I shall give it to you now."
"If you ... wish... I will take it back to Janos." Raziel replied, bewildered, shocked. This angel was not so foolish as he had thought. The angel shook his head. The melody of his voice was tainted with bitterness and pain.
"I will only give it to you, and you shall be restored." His face smoothed in a feverish smile. "Your wings..."
Raziel was calmly watching the Angel...evaluating him, considering the offer.
"This cannot be so simple, Angel." He was so used to thinking about the being as "the angel" that he involuntarily addressed him as one...What else could ha have said...brother??
He replied calmly, carefully phrasing his thoughts: "Somewhere in the recesses of that Cathedral or wherever that coward Moebius is hiding now is the Heart from this time-stream. I will find it and then decide what to do with it. Can you even imagine the possible complications of using your Heart? I wonder why your arrival here has not yet caused serious disturbances in this time - stream. I suspect I will have to pay for your intrusion here later. No, Angel. Perhaps this is another trial I was meant to pass. Return to your own Nosgoth and tempt me no more..."
Raziel forced himself to talk. To ignore the swelling, itching temptation to accept the Angels' offer. Clenching his fists, he fought to subdue the frantic fever that started gnawing at his soul. He imagined himself returning to his former glory. His wings... Through the haze of the vision he saw the Angel advance...
He saw moments of movements, as if time stopped for short intervals to show him in a flash the still images of the beautiful being ... The white fire in his eyes. Wings that stretched to their full span, shuddering convulsively... Lost in the vision, he raised his hand and the wrath blade weakly responded.
Than you for reviewing!!! ^^ Next chapter coming soon!!!!
Deionarra: Don't you leave us with cliffhangers like these, or I'll... Me: A Soul Reaver replica for you milady? Yes? It's free and all yours. Deionarra: Er,,..is it...ya know...inhabited? Me: No, you'll have to find an appropriate soul for it ^^ Me: Soul Reavers? Real replicas for free, it is a part of advertising campaign for the next part of LOK, anyone?
Ruff Collie: Raz is so jealous...awww... Me: He would be jealous indeed if he saw my replicas...Wanna Soul Reaver?
Ruff Collie: Sure! But then if Raz saw you selling replicas he would be ...well...angry Me: so ...hmm...maybe I should find something new to sell...like Kain's leather pants !!!!
Lilith: I reviewed! Where's my Soul reaver! Me: It's right here, I am sorry, the ones I had then were stolen by Garrett the Master Thief...So here ya go!!! Life sized, with a portable holder and a set of tools for cleaning. Lilith: What about the soul inside.? Me: Well this one is inhabited, (version deluxe) but you're gonna have to name him...or her...