Kain's Revenge
Kain cursed under his breath as he searched for an exit from the Stronghold. He could hear the Sarafan closing in on the room.
"Damn it all... I can easily slaughter those weak Sarafan soldiers... But if Moebius comes..."
He took the Soul Reaver in his hand. He smirked as the bloodlust in the sword swam through his veins, intensifying the immense blood thirst he was cursed with as a vampire.
"A weakness... Ha! The thirst for human blood only makes me that much stronger. And with the ultimate weapon in my hand... I, I am invincible. I only wish Raziel could have understood my message before he faded away... The dangers that could be unlocked..."
Kain was unable to end his sentence for the Sarafan burst in through the doors in the balcony above, which ringed around the room. He laughed a deep maniacal laugh that echoed in the room and was sure to chill the blood of every Sarafan soldier. He stood in the center of the room, laughing to a point that had it not been obvious of his reason for humor, one would have thought him insane. As Malek led the charge at him, Kain brought the Soul Reaver down. As Malek realized what power his vampire foe was wielding, his life was drained, as Kain plunged the Soul Reaver deep into his heart. He gasped for a moment, then cried in pain as the twisted sword ripped his ribs as it was pulled out. He charged into the approaching hordes of Sarafan. And, in a brilliant display of power and prestige, he mercilessly slaughtered all of them.
Hearing the horrible slaughter and having felt the temporal distortion, Moebius rushed to find an exit from the now unsafe Stronghold. As he turned a corner he saw the last thing he was destined to ever see: the blood doused Soul Reaver in Kain's hands.
End Note: If you haven't noticed I switch between Kain, Raziel, and as revealed in the next chapter, Vorador every chapter. Also I'd like to officially announce that I'm going to attempt to make this the longest Legacy of Kain fic on Fanfiction.Net. R+R.
Kain cursed under his breath as he searched for an exit from the Stronghold. He could hear the Sarafan closing in on the room.
"Damn it all... I can easily slaughter those weak Sarafan soldiers... But if Moebius comes..."
He took the Soul Reaver in his hand. He smirked as the bloodlust in the sword swam through his veins, intensifying the immense blood thirst he was cursed with as a vampire.
"A weakness... Ha! The thirst for human blood only makes me that much stronger. And with the ultimate weapon in my hand... I, I am invincible. I only wish Raziel could have understood my message before he faded away... The dangers that could be unlocked..."
Kain was unable to end his sentence for the Sarafan burst in through the doors in the balcony above, which ringed around the room. He laughed a deep maniacal laugh that echoed in the room and was sure to chill the blood of every Sarafan soldier. He stood in the center of the room, laughing to a point that had it not been obvious of his reason for humor, one would have thought him insane. As Malek led the charge at him, Kain brought the Soul Reaver down. As Malek realized what power his vampire foe was wielding, his life was drained, as Kain plunged the Soul Reaver deep into his heart. He gasped for a moment, then cried in pain as the twisted sword ripped his ribs as it was pulled out. He charged into the approaching hordes of Sarafan. And, in a brilliant display of power and prestige, he mercilessly slaughtered all of them.
Hearing the horrible slaughter and having felt the temporal distortion, Moebius rushed to find an exit from the now unsafe Stronghold. As he turned a corner he saw the last thing he was destined to ever see: the blood doused Soul Reaver in Kain's hands.
End Note: If you haven't noticed I switch between Kain, Raziel, and as revealed in the next chapter, Vorador every chapter. Also I'd like to officially announce that I'm going to attempt to make this the longest Legacy of Kain fic on Fanfiction.Net. R+R.