Okay so this is a short one shot fic i made to help the wait for my "Vacation?" update. So I hope you all enjoy! so R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Lok

Birth of a Savior

The night air wisped by, Nosgoth's vampiric ruler, Kain, stepped through the long abandoned Tomb of the Sarafan. He gazed around, looking at each of the individual resting places of the long dead warrior-priests. It was with a sigh of satisfaction that he continued with what he had set out to do.

They will be my servents, my Lieutenants, my sons.

Kain came to the first one infront of him. He saw the name inscribed above its stone tomb and decided:

You shall be my first born, Raziel.

Arise, Raziel....

What? Who is there? A voice? Where am I? .....who am I?

Awaken....

That voice....I'm coming. Don't leave me behind. I'm coming. As those thoughts ran through my mind I saw a dim light ahead of me. That light compelled me. I had to reach it. I had to grab it. I had to take it for myself. The voice drove me even harder.

That light was mine.

I got closer. The light was mine, all mine, my precious gift. So...I took it, and as I did, everything warped, and all went white.

"Yes Raziel, the gift is yours," There was that voice again. The light faded from my eyes and I looked to the one who had been speaking to me. He stood proud as if above all. His face was as of confidence and satifaction as he looked at me. He smiled.

I looked around me and saw that I was in a large tomb, and, that I was sitting in a coffin of my own.

I was dead.

As I thought this, I looked at myself this time. I saw that my very body was rotted almost wholly away. Very little of my hands were there and my fingers were gone. The inside of my torso was hallow, and as I touched my face I realized that it had little skin left.

If I were to look in a mirror I would vomit with revulsion.

I looked to the voice again in confused rage. Why was I here? I tried to speak but I couldn't. He obviously knew what I was thinking since he put up his hand for me to wait. After a moment I began to understand why he did so. My body began to tingle, then sear with pain, I felt my entire self rebuild. Muscle by muscle, bone by bone, I came back together. My hands grew three large cloven fingers and my feet with two. I felt something stab the inside of my lips, after I thought, i realized they're were fangs. This transformation wasn't long. I looked at myself again this time with the same satisfaction as the voice.

I felt strong....reborn.

"Are you ready, Raziel?"

I climbed out of my stone tomb and looked into his eyes. He had given me this strength, this second chance, so I decided that from this day on, I would honor him for it.

So with my newly grown voice I answered him...

"I am."