Thank you all for reviewing my fanfiction and I realize it has been quite some time since I have updated. I hope to start again…lets see if I can still do this.

I do not own Legacy of Kain. Though I want too….

Hard.

Cold and hard to be exact.

Bright blue eyes opened slowly before shifting to look around the room before closing once more.

Delila pushed herself up slightly in the cage with a heavy groan of pain. 'How long have I been laying here?' Her eyes glanced around the room once more to look at the murals that covered the wall.

The painting from before stared at her, almost as if mocking her for not knowing the answer to the questions that were filtering through her head. 'Why me? I have known nothing of the man until recently. How did he know I would appear such a way? Why are these paintings here? What was the connection between my father and Razor himself? What did this have to do with me?'

She bowed her head as she felt the beginnings of a head ache coming before looking back at the picture of Razor and her father. 'They were once friends or at least on friendly terms. What could have happened?'

"The war…"

She gasped before snapping her head around to face Razor. He leaned against the wall heavily, his black robes blending into the shadows that seemed to swallow the room. His eyes gazed at the painting in what seemed to be a remembering manner, his eyes clouded in thought as he looked over the precise details that the painting contained before his eyes darkened in anger. He stalked closer to the painting, running his claws down the center before turning to face her as he placed his arms behind his back.

He made her uneasy with his stance. He looked too in control, like he knew her thoughts and questions. Questions he knew the answer to but refused to shed light on. She looked him over carefully once more before settling herself back against the bars to face him.

"You knew my father. What happened between you to hate each other so? What has this to do with me?"

Before she could even voice her next question a hand had shot through the bars to clamp painfully around her throat. She let out a strangled cry as he gripped her tighter before pulling her closer to the bars to face him. Letting out a small whimper she gazed into his heated eyes before closing her eyes painfully as he applied more pressure to her neck.

"I don't recall saying you could speak. And I am the master here and you will obey my whim. This will be the only time I warn you, next time it won't be an option."

He slung her back against the other side of the cage before retracting his arm and wiping it on his pants.

"Your father and myself were two of the elite warriors of our time. We were peaceful until we were blessed with our abilities. Where your father gained his power and strength, I gained my knowledge and magical ability. He thought it best for us not to us our gift against those that opposed us. How weak minded. All of these pictures were painted before they came to pass. Call it one of my abilities to call forth images of the future."

Delila reached up to grasp her throat before lifting her head upwards to look at him. 'These were painted before he even knew these things were going to happen? My mother and myself included?'

Razor looked down at her in the cage with a heated glare before walking slowly around the cage, inspecting her like she was some sort of animal.

"Your father ran when the war broke out against those damnable creatures. Our species nearly slaughtered into nonexistence as our bloodlust came to be. Janos creating that tower afterwards to keep himself locked away. I barely escaped with my life, for years my wings were to crippled to work. I had to hide each day to survive. I was once proud and noble then I was reduced to this. Before long your father created Vorador and from him our race slowly came back. But I created someone better….your mother was a vision to behold. She held a certain power to make a prophecy come true. But since she was the original I would need her to agree for me to spill her blood for the ceremony to take place."

Delila lowered her hand slowly to stare at him. 'He created my mother. And then my mother went to the one person he despised above anyone….my father.'

Razor clenched his talons tightly before slowly loosening them while he turned to look at the painting of her.

"I thought all was lost when she mated with your father and wouldn't agree to come with me. But then you were born. You, the offspring of my enemy, are the key to the ceremony now. I only needed your mother to agree to the ceremony. Her powers were passed down into you as you were growing in her womb, yet you do not have the extent of her control. Therefore, you have no choice in me using your precious blood for the spell."

Delila hissed slightly before backing against the wall. Her own hands gripping her torn pants in anger as her eyes hardened with hate.

Razor kicked the cage violently before turning to stroll out the room. "I will be sure your little family finds you once I'm finished. Would you like me to say anything to your beloved Kain while I'm there?"

She growled before spitting at him. He lifted his hand slowly to wipe his cheek before turning his gaze to her again.

"Very well then, maybe I will just use alittle more blood than needed for the spell. I may just simply tear out your still beating heart."

He turned quickly, his cloak billowing behind him as the door slammed with a resounding bang.