*hah. The Firstborn is coming along nicely. In the meantime please enjoy
the second chapter of this story. Mes hopes yus likes its.*
Vorador. A legend incarnate. Demon and god. Raziel waited outside the house where the meeting was to take place. Nothing more than just a dilapidated building.
The night's chill currents run down the street and touched his skin, making him tremble. He smiled slightly. Kain and Vorador. It was worth it to wait in damp cold weather he naturally abhorred, and endure a while of boredom just to see them together.. Raziel recalled the story of Vorador...the irritating debauchee who found the world no longer a mystery, so great was his knowledge.
The conflict between Kain and Vorador was escalating...It was now a matter of time when the two "clans" started fighting each other. But it was Vorador who expressed a wish to "negotiate". Was he perhaps afraid that a war with Kain's sons would spoil the looks of his brides?
Raziel went back into the building, following Kain's orders. Kain was stationed in a long hall flanked with wide brick pillars. Only Raziel was allowed to stand beside Kain during the meeting. The pillars cast long deep shadows, and he took his position behind one of them, completely hidden from view.
And then, Vorador arrived accompanied by his escort, the vampiress Damaris.
"So you have come, old friend, to beg me for mercy..."
Kain's voice vibrated with irony. Vorador, however, didn't follow the provocation.
"This is a matter of utmost importance and I would rather you gave it more serious thought, Kain. I have come to discuss peace."
Raziel's attention was caught by a metallic glint at Damaris's hand. He strained his eyes to see what it was. Stealthily, he moved from behind the pillar and crept up to the vampiress. With one swift movement, he snatched at the object she was holding. She whirled to see him hold up her long, lavishly ornamented dagger. Laying the dagger before his master, he bowed and took his place at his side.
"Especially, that you have found a way to recruit fledglings." observed Vorador, his eyes evaluating Raziel.
"You are even more a threat to us since your...unfortunate behavior towards Umah." Vorador's lips twisted in a grimace of disdain, as he uttered the euphemism.
"You simply fear for the life of your children, Vorador. Regardless of my respect for your fatherly instincts, I cannot accept the proposition of truce." Vorador's eyes narrowed into two glinting slits. "Your courtesy is redundant, Kain, as it cannot veil your true feelings towards me. Your hatred for anything that endangers your planned supremacy over Nosgoth has become paranoid." Kain laughed softly.
"I appreciate your concern, old friend, but I have no interest in your diagnoses."
"Don't you understand, Kain? Vampire immortal lives are at stake!" an outburst of rage from Vorador was indeed a rare show. Raziel's lips curved slightly in a smile as he noted an expression of disapproval on Damaris' face.
"I am glad, Vorador, that you are finally sincere with me. I can understand your concern for your children, but you are clearly being overdramatic. My children are far weaker than yours, and it is a fact you are well aware of." Kain's answer produced silence. Vorador seemed to consider something, before he replied.
"Very well, Kain. If you wish for war, then you shall have it. I hope neither of us will have to regret this decision. I repeat, Kain, we can live together in Nosgoth." Kain nodded his head, his expression still indifferent.
"I accept your decision, Vorador. It is a worthy choice." Vorador gazed thoughtfully at Kain.
"I shall give you time to ready yourself to war. Five years, no more, no less. You have created your children only to have them slaughtered by mine. I pity you, Kain."
He remembered her now. One of Vorador's .brides.
Raziel avoided her blow and made a counterattack, finding out even more about her abilities. Thus far, somehow he was able to keep up with her pace- even though her speed and agility outmatched his.
"You are like dogs howling at the moon, fledgling. And have as much chances of gaining your prize...absolute power, isn't it what you wish for?"
Damaris raised her hand palm up. Delicate tendrils of scarlet light issued from her palm, weaving into a intricate pattern. Raziel watched, fascinated, as the delicate rays grew brighter, more intense. Her hand closed into a fist and before Raziel realized the danger, a shaft of energy hit him, forcing him off his feet, throwing him into the air. As he crashed into a stone wall behind him, he felt the delicate tendrils crawl around his body, leaving every area of contact numb and paralyzed. Raziel struggled hysterically to stand up, but his body gave way to the magical surge. He closed his eyes, and to his horror he felt the hostile light forcing his mind... He felt her presence hammer at the doors of his mind...a magical siege of infernal intensity. The first assault shook him inwardly and he heard himself groan with pain. Dimly, he heard her voice.
"Yield, weakling.", an order issued with such power of will that Raziel trembled. Kain, he called in a whisper, my God...
Vorador. A legend incarnate. Demon and god. Raziel waited outside the house where the meeting was to take place. Nothing more than just a dilapidated building.
The night's chill currents run down the street and touched his skin, making him tremble. He smiled slightly. Kain and Vorador. It was worth it to wait in damp cold weather he naturally abhorred, and endure a while of boredom just to see them together.. Raziel recalled the story of Vorador...the irritating debauchee who found the world no longer a mystery, so great was his knowledge.
The conflict between Kain and Vorador was escalating...It was now a matter of time when the two "clans" started fighting each other. But it was Vorador who expressed a wish to "negotiate". Was he perhaps afraid that a war with Kain's sons would spoil the looks of his brides?
Raziel went back into the building, following Kain's orders. Kain was stationed in a long hall flanked with wide brick pillars. Only Raziel was allowed to stand beside Kain during the meeting. The pillars cast long deep shadows, and he took his position behind one of them, completely hidden from view.
And then, Vorador arrived accompanied by his escort, the vampiress Damaris.
"So you have come, old friend, to beg me for mercy..."
Kain's voice vibrated with irony. Vorador, however, didn't follow the provocation.
"This is a matter of utmost importance and I would rather you gave it more serious thought, Kain. I have come to discuss peace."
Raziel's attention was caught by a metallic glint at Damaris's hand. He strained his eyes to see what it was. Stealthily, he moved from behind the pillar and crept up to the vampiress. With one swift movement, he snatched at the object she was holding. She whirled to see him hold up her long, lavishly ornamented dagger. Laying the dagger before his master, he bowed and took his place at his side.
"Especially, that you have found a way to recruit fledglings." observed Vorador, his eyes evaluating Raziel.
"You are even more a threat to us since your...unfortunate behavior towards Umah." Vorador's lips twisted in a grimace of disdain, as he uttered the euphemism.
"You simply fear for the life of your children, Vorador. Regardless of my respect for your fatherly instincts, I cannot accept the proposition of truce." Vorador's eyes narrowed into two glinting slits. "Your courtesy is redundant, Kain, as it cannot veil your true feelings towards me. Your hatred for anything that endangers your planned supremacy over Nosgoth has become paranoid." Kain laughed softly.
"I appreciate your concern, old friend, but I have no interest in your diagnoses."
"Don't you understand, Kain? Vampire immortal lives are at stake!" an outburst of rage from Vorador was indeed a rare show. Raziel's lips curved slightly in a smile as he noted an expression of disapproval on Damaris' face.
"I am glad, Vorador, that you are finally sincere with me. I can understand your concern for your children, but you are clearly being overdramatic. My children are far weaker than yours, and it is a fact you are well aware of." Kain's answer produced silence. Vorador seemed to consider something, before he replied.
"Very well, Kain. If you wish for war, then you shall have it. I hope neither of us will have to regret this decision. I repeat, Kain, we can live together in Nosgoth." Kain nodded his head, his expression still indifferent.
"I accept your decision, Vorador. It is a worthy choice." Vorador gazed thoughtfully at Kain.
"I shall give you time to ready yourself to war. Five years, no more, no less. You have created your children only to have them slaughtered by mine. I pity you, Kain."
He remembered her now. One of Vorador's .brides.
Raziel avoided her blow and made a counterattack, finding out even more about her abilities. Thus far, somehow he was able to keep up with her pace- even though her speed and agility outmatched his.
"You are like dogs howling at the moon, fledgling. And have as much chances of gaining your prize...absolute power, isn't it what you wish for?"
Damaris raised her hand palm up. Delicate tendrils of scarlet light issued from her palm, weaving into a intricate pattern. Raziel watched, fascinated, as the delicate rays grew brighter, more intense. Her hand closed into a fist and before Raziel realized the danger, a shaft of energy hit him, forcing him off his feet, throwing him into the air. As he crashed into a stone wall behind him, he felt the delicate tendrils crawl around his body, leaving every area of contact numb and paralyzed. Raziel struggled hysterically to stand up, but his body gave way to the magical surge. He closed his eyes, and to his horror he felt the hostile light forcing his mind... He felt her presence hammer at the doors of his mind...a magical siege of infernal intensity. The first assault shook him inwardly and he heard himself groan with pain. Dimly, he heard her voice.
"Yield, weakling.", an order issued with such power of will that Raziel trembled. Kain, he called in a whisper, my God...
