Disclaimer:

Xaphiel: She owns nothing but a copy of the game.

Kris: Wait, I also own a whole bunch of other stuff too! You make me sound like a desperate fan girl !

Xaphiel: Aren't you though…?

(Author slams door and feigns sobbing.)

Xaphiel: rolls pretty eyes

Moi Memo's: The author tells us of the time whence Raziel was a vampire, and had to infiltrate the city of Coorhagen as a mortal.

Bold writing are for emphasis

Italics are Turel's thoughts...

Tactics

..oOo..

"We have but 6 of us… and the few mortal slaves"

The discussion, it seemed was intense. They didn't wish for casualties. Quite actually they didn't want any. Turel frowned, nodding at the stated fact. He knew they couldn't know what was happening in Coorhagen nor even stop it in the least as they actually opted for. Raziel paced as he and Turel was planning, he eyed his younger brother for a while. Then he stood beside him.

"If someone could do an infiltration? Know what transpires and what defenses they'll take…"

"Only a mortal can enter such realms, and I don't think our slaves would return to us so willingly Raziel…"

He had a point there. He stared at the map before them. Then to his hands, then to his younger brother's. They still hadn't had talons at the moment. And an idea spark within him, reasoning blindly that they themselves still had much of their mortal features, hands and feet. Unlike Kain himself who had darkened lips, talons and hooves now. They knew they would soon change themselves. They felt it within them. So this had to be executed soon.

"One of us then, one of the lieutenants"

"Insanity, Raziel !"

"Perhaps, but it is an option…rather then nothing…"

Turel thought at this for a moment. The logic was there. But it was a perilous task. Whoever it was had to look real mortal. And have high regards towards them. Zephon was clearly off the list now he abhorred them to the point of madness. What they needed was one who could keep conversations interesting and draw mortals to him. Dumah was now eliminated in Turel's mind. Melchiah was a possible candidate, he didn't heal too fast. And he looked respectable. He held a slight pride to him as well. He was approachable. But what if he lost control of himself? Blood was hard to resist for the youngest of course. He thought hard, as his eyes lingered towards his brother. Raziel… he shook the idea away. Then thought about Rahab. Possible… he was good at conversations. Had an air of mystery in him, and had enough control over himself. Urges were easy enough to quench. Rahab was indeed a choice but then again he held closure to himself and didn't like company that much… They needed someone who could really have someone simply –

"My Lord, a drink perhaps?"

Turel's thoughts broke. As he heard a voice of a woman, a slave to be exact. He eyed her, as she approached Raziel seductively. He laughed mentally at this, his brother was hardly paying any attention to the slave, and even if he had seen the act he wouldn't even have noticed it. The slave placed a cup in front of his contemplating brother. As he simply nodded his thanks.

Raziel, blind to the greedy eyes of everyone around him. Ah, dearest Raziel…he thought back to who they were to send, then he again eyed his still contemplating brother. Smirking.

That might possibly work…

"Thanks"

"Anything for you m' Lord"

He half snickered. The slave's intent was Raziel and no one else. Didn't even offer a glass for myself. He smiled suddenly as he saw the older vampire give him the glass. Eyes still on the maps…

"I'm in no mood to drink"

Turel's features then lightened taking the cup and downing it one sip. He walked towards his brother. Glancing to him with such intensity the other one had to look to him, confusion noticeable in that beatific face of his. This…was perfect. Any mortal would succumb to such a presence. Albeit, even vampires did so. But that was not of import at the moment.

As if reading the other's thoughts. Raziel's thin brows creased, as he stood straight.

"No"

"I haven't even said anything"

"I can see it in your eyes Turel…don't jest with me… I cannot be the one we send…"

"Why not?"

"I know you've completely removed yourself from it ! And so have I !"

"But I did not do such a thing you are still in my list, and brother…you know yourself…you are perfect for the job!"

"I've not been mortal a century Turel ! We were rotting in a grave! How am I perfect for it?"

"One can simply look at you, and profess everything…in exchange for anything you can offer"

Hardly believing at what he was hearing, they both stood in silence. Each holding a serious expression on their faces.

"It is settled then, you shall leave by dawn on the morrow"

They all knew this voice. Their lord, master, and surrogate father. The length of which he stood there eludes them both (Even the author). They both bowed in respect after being slightly surprised. One gets used to it. But years hardly train you for such entrances.

"But my lord…I know nothing more of mortals then them of me…."

"You drink up languages, stories, and cultures Raziel, like a new fledge does blood. Surely you can manage this"

Flattered to a degree, but he was still unsure. New to being a vampire, that they were all. Only a couple of year's older then Turel… he knew not the basics of being mortal. But it seemed easy enough

"We shall test this first, my son…come with me…and we shall come back if we will go through with this"

Turel once again bowed, and continued with what he had been doing with the maps, as Raziel walked behind barely enthusiastic of what he was to do. As he was led to a small chamber, barely lit. But it was hardly needed. As he finally surveyed where he was, he wondered. Clothes of all imaginable colors draped all over the room. He searched for his father, then he finally saw him, by one of the closets, he stood by him.

"Where is this pl—"

Unfinished as Kain held a talon up, signaling for silence, and of course obediently he followed.

"I shall leave you here with a servant. She shall clothe you…and after this…meet me in the town just beside the outskirts of Dumah's territory"

And with that he took his leave. Raziel simply stared at the mirrors that lined this place… Actually, it was mirrors that stood as walls. He frowned just a bit. Getting a little vexed at seeing his reflection everywhere he looked. The woman who entered had the smell of death in her. She was probably dying already. One could tell by her eyes, they lacked the light that entered one's lively soul.

"Young master Rafael was it?"

He couldn't help but smile just a bit. As he simply nodded. The old lady walked up to him, and scrunched her eyes. As she stepped off, she hurriedly opened one of the closets just to her left, and presented him with a simple black long sleeved shirt. A pair of loose red breeches, and a soft pair of boots with gold heels. He took the clothing, as the woman added a cape… One that would sufficiently hide his right arm… as a chain dangled from it's neck collar… he marveled at the stitches at it's edges…golden symbols. As he thanked the old lady. She gave him a fond hug… The vampire on the other hand stiffened at the touch, not really knowing how to react to that… She on the other hand simply patted him on the back. Smiling to him eagerly…as he really didn't mind if she would watch him change. But then again…it seemed rather strange to him…And as if on cue…the elderly woman left him…as he finally dressed. Carefully folding his own garments and holding on to them as he headed off.

So...What'd you think? The next update...will probably take a while longer. But hey ! Review okie? Vampire plushies for everyone who reviews ! Heh...XD