Epilogue
'Secret of God'. For years Moebius pondered the meaning and significance of those words. Was Raziel a secret that God kept to himself? Or was he a secret that God Himself didn't even know about? He stared into the cauldron and wondered absently, shaking himself out of the reverie. He hadn't meant to wander off in memories like that, but it was inevitable sometimes. Still, he felt uneasy.
He knew he should use the Chronoplast, and visit King William. He knew that...but an incredible ennui held him back. He suddenly wanted to speak to Mortanius but he knew the futility in that. He wanted to go back to the Stronghold, or what remained of it. He wanted to be anywhere but here, doing anything but this. ...He wanted to be with Jadwiga...
It had been like this for a while now. Not that he was changing his mind about his crusade, or questioning the ways of his god. He was just so tired and jaded, which was a pity, because here he was, so close to the cultivation of all his years of work. Regardless, the feeling remained.. He hadn't even tried to prevent Azimuth from stealing the portable Chronoplast. Let her have it. Let her burn Avernus to the ground for all he cared. What did it matter? He hadn't really minded when he learned that Bane, Anarcrothe, and Dejoule were busy 'transforming' Nosgoth into some sort of Dark Eden. At least they were amusing themselves for a turn. And as for Nupraptor... he was keeping to himself and so was bearable. Vorador was undoubtedly somewhere, being a true decadent and reveling in his 'gift' and making a general mess with various body fluids.
Vorador. The thought of the repulsive enemy stirred him. Perhaps he had lost sight of his goals. Perhaps he was jaded, and tired and bored. Perhaps he was even resentful of some of the things he might have done. But he would never relent on his old enemy. Janos had died at Raziel's hands, but his immediate death afterwards had somewhat soured the occasion. But Vorador...even Malek didn't have the same ferocity towards the old vampire as the Timestreamer. His death would be one to savor...yes. Continue on, just to see it. It was a reason to keep on with the charade. Soon God would give the word that the time was right.
But Kain would have to come, before all that could happen. Kain. The last nobleman of disease riddled Coorhagen. The one destined to be the last vampire. The one who was destined to have a choice and yet no choice at all...
"I have the answers, if you have the questions. And what ARE the questions?" Moebius said to his long awaited visitor.
His fatemaker...
The End
Author's note: God, that was hard to write! This whole thing was just a big mental mess, wasn't it? Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Thanks for muddling through Moebius' train wreck. I meant to be more concise with the convoluted backstory I made for him...but oh well. If you like my writing, check out my Mortanius story I'm about to make. It's like this one, but in better order. And then maybe one for Janos. I like Janos...he's so tragic. Wish me luck.