To those that are upset that they missed the fan invasion... I still have need for OC's in my story, and I'm also willing to have other fans show up in later chapters.

Zaran: Congratulations. You've actually prompted me to re-read this monster. (Well, I got bored halfway through the sequel and stopped but anyway...) Yeah, as for your question about who knows about the plushies... There are people who know about the LOK characters and people who know about Jennifer's ability to make custom plushies. There are even LOK fans who know that Jennifer has made a Raziel plush. The thing is, no-one has yet made the connection that the plushy Raziel is now flesh. The only people so far who know about the living dolls are the doll mages and the plushies themselves. Hmmm... Are you serious about wanting to be in my fic?

Varyssa: And here I thought that you would be upset to see the shadows of Janos' darker side. It's fortunate that you share his opinion on the traitors.

Lunatic Pandora1: Yeah, it's for the best that they popped in and then popped back out.(None of the others would have put up with them, anyway.) I'm having trouble with the personalities of the Blood Omen 2 villians. Fortunately, a sane Magnus is almost as good as a blank slate.

Tomlette: I called my ISP because it isn't the first time someone has had trouble contacting me... They say it's your mistake, but I don't believe them.

Disclaimer: I don't own Legacy of Kain or any other identifiable pop culture references.

Raziel wearily returned to the house alone. Janos had decided that he needed some time by himself, and so he was off flying. Even before he entered the door, Raziel had the nagging feeling that something was wrong.

Raziel found Jennifer in Azrael's bedroom. The vampire was lying unconscious in his bed, blood seeping out through his pores. Brightflame was lying on his chest, and Jennifer was sponging the blood off his forehead. A small cut on the inside of Jennifer's arm showed that she had tried to counteract Azrael's blood loss by giving him some of her own.

"You killed her, didn't you?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes," Raziel said. "She had to be stopped."

Jennifer nodded sadly. "There's almost nothing holding him here, now."

"Are you saying that his life was tied to Cynthia's?" Raziel asked.

"Yes," Jennifer said.

"Help him," Raziel demanded, desperation creeping into his voice.

"I can't help him, not without destroying you first," Jennifer said. "I just can't tie myself to both of you at the same time. Brightflame is doing what she can."

Raziel pointed to the cut on Jennifer's arm. "You gave him your blood."

"I thought it would help," Jennifer said. "It takes a force of will to bind myself to a plushy, so I knew that wasn't a danger."

"There must be something we can do," Raziel said in frustration.

"Elzavere's in the closet, but he refuses to cooperate," Jennifer said. "Maybe you can convince him to bind himself to Azrael." When Raziel angrily stalked towards the closet, Jennifer warned, "You're not going to be able to force him."

Raziel opened the closet door to find a gangly and anemic-looking boy. He couldn't have been older than eighteen, and his fluffy blond hair reinforced his gaunt appearance.

Raziel pointed to the bed where Azrael lay. "Help him."

"I won't! I don't want anything more to do with any of you." Elzavere said.

Raziel grabbed the scrawny boy and effortlessly lifted him by his shirt collar. "Think very carefully about reconsidering," Raziel growled, borrowing one of Kain's intimidation techniques.

Elzavere struggled uselessly. "I don't care, I'm done being involved with you creatures."

Raziel snarled as he dropped Elzavere to the floor. The frightened boy scrambled to his feet and ran out the door. Raziel could see that the effort was wasted. He stomped in frustration back to stand next to the bed.

"It's no good," Brightflame said, sitting up on Azrael's chest. "There's nothing I can do." Brightflame spoke so that only Jennifer could hear her, "Can you fill the tub for me? I want to wash this blood off before it stains."

"I'm sorry, Raziel. It's just a matter of time now." Jennifer said as she picked up Brightflame and left the room.

Raziel considered his twin. Jennifer couldn't bind herself to both of them, but Raziel figured that he had already spent an uncertain amount of time bound to his own arm. He was sure that he could join himself to his other incarnation, or at least survive the attempt.

Raziel's teeth were not as sharp as when he was a vampire, but they were still capable of piercing the skin. He bit his own wrist and then held it to Azrael's mouth. Raziel found that he actually had to force his wrist against Azrael's fangs, as the wound closed too quickly. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but Raziel knew that he had to try. The unwelcome alternative was to watch his reflection die.

Raziel felt strange. He recalled a few random moments from when he was a vampire. He wasn't sure if these were truly his own memories, or things from Azrael's mind. Then, Raziel felt a re-awaked blood thirst well up inside of him. He removed his wrist from Azrael's mouth and shook off the predatory urge. The vampire was no longer sweating blood, but rather resting comfortably.

Jennifer came back into the room. "What did you do?" she asked Raziel. "You could've been killed," she continued, guessing what Raziel had accomplished.

"I wasn't," Raziel said, a wave of dizziness passing over him.

Jennifer steadied him and said, "You need rest. He'll be fine now."

"Is my life dependant on your survival?" Raziel asked as he lowered himself into a chair.

"I'm not sure," Jennifer said. "You are bound to me, but you're also connected to Janos and Kain, as well as Brightflame, and now Azrael. There's a good chance that you would be able to sustain each other after my death."

"Did Magnus survive?" Raziel asked, more out of curiosity than concern.

"I was able to help him. Magnus is probably the only thing that kept Azrael from dying immediately," Jennifer said.

Later, Jennifer found Janos talking to Brightflame. The little dragon's bath had done nothing more than make her stuffing wet, and so she was draped over a fan so that she could dry before she started to mold.

"Brightflame has told me everything," Janos said. "We should not have killed her."

"Cynthia was dangerous," Jennifer said. "Who do you think she would have called next?"

Janos scowled. "Another of Kain's foes. She was seeking revenge."

Jennifer nodded. "Other than Malek, I don't think she would've called the last circle. That leaves very few options." Jennifer figured that Janos would realize that she was talking about the Hylden Lord.

Janos distractedly ran one talon along Brightflame's bloodstained wings. The ragged splotches slowly disappeared. Jennifer marveled at the skill for a moment before she realized that Janos would have stopped wearing white ages ago if he didn't have a good way of keeping his robes clean.

"Why did she think that Magnus would be willing to go after Kain?" Janos asked. "He seems loyal to a fault."

"Because he had sent Kain running for his life before," Jennifer said, growing slightly uncomfortable at what she might have to tell Janos. "Magnus was very confused and didn't recognize Kain. At the same time, Magnus was nearly indestructible; he even managed to survive several unexpected baths."

"I imagine that it was because of the nature of the Eternal Prison," Janos said stiffly. His face was hardened with inner rage.

"Are you okay?" Jennifer asked hesitantly.

Janos huffed in irritation. "I was lucky that Kain returned. I assume that Magnus would still be rotting if Cynthia had not brought him out."

"Actually, Kain dropped a big, ugly statue on him. It knocked him back to his senses, but it also fatally wounded him," Jennifer said. "Anyway, what happens here does not affect what happens in Nosgoth. I could've summoned the mortal Raziel before he got to you; it wouldn't effect anything that you remember."

Janos shook his head as if clearing away a bad memory. "Are you certain that you cannot do anything for Magnus? He seems truly horrified with his appearance."

Jennifer stayed silent for a moment, mulling over the possibilities. She shook her head sadly. "I'm afraid that I don't have the power to fix him." Jennifer thought for another moment. "Perhaps… there is a way."

Though Janos heard her hesitant tone, he could not help but show his feelings of hope as he stared at Jennifer expectantly.

"You seem to know some doctors," Jennifer said. "Go talk to them and try to find out if any of them would be willing to operate on Magnus."

"Do you really think that they would be capable of restoring him?" Janos asked incredulously.

"Maybe not completely," Jennifer admitted, "but they could probably make an improvement."