Chapter 2
(Chapter 2 of House of Legacy of Kain. I do not own anything Lok, and I never…
Old Destiny: Kain what're you doing?!
Kain: Hacking your computer! What could you possibly gain from making me The Kain follow rules! This fanfic is blasphemy!
Old Destiny: Kain, we talked about this…
Kain: No I don't believe we ever did. I don't recall you ever saying "Kain you're going to be living in a house full of idiots that you all hate in my next fanfic!"
Old Destiny: Kain….
Kain: I mean you didn't even finish "Behind the scenes Lok!"
Old Destiny: Can we talk about this later? We need to start the story.
Kain: Fine just don't make me stupid in this one! Make me cruel, and imposing… y'know? I'd like to be a complete threat….
Old Destiny: And so we continue; Chapter 2 everyone. Enjoy.
Kain: Or don't.
Old Destiny: Stop.
Kain: Make me.
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(Where do we start? Let's begin in Vorador's mansion or his council room to be more specific. The one where he has a portrait of his favorite bride hanging over the fireplace? Many depressed faces filled the room, as did angry ones. In this case every character from the Legacy of Kain series sat in the counsel room with the host Vorador himself.
From King Ottmar to Zephon, from the Seer to Anacrothe. You name it; everyone was there.
Why you ask? It's a sad and yet cruel predicament. After Legacy of Kain Defiance made its debut everyone had celebrated the games success, and were just overjoyed by the fact that there had been a new game at all. Even long after Defiance's production the retro game characters had lived pretty decent lives. That was until Nosgoth came out….
The game had pulled a lot of debt as well as the lives of the original games characters. In order to cover the expenses of the canceled/discontinued game many of the Legacy of Kain characters ended up having to sell or give up their lifestyles and homes. Including Vorador's mansion.
This seemed like a bit much for the characters that didn't even partake a role in the new game. However, since the game was called Nosgoth in reference to the Legacy of Kain series it immediately pulled everyone down with it.
(Note: Not hating on anybody that liked Nosgoth. If you did all power to you.)
"Looking down at maintenance, nobody fucks with damages we are all bone dry, and don't have the funds to pay for a serious leak or brick repairs."
Looking up from the guidelines Vorador eyed his conspirators and friends all looking as dull as ever.
"Alright everyone," he sighed heavily, "Is there anything that we have to go over a second time? Any questions about the Kramer house policy?"
Many heads shook, as did a few tired sighs.
"This is ridiculous…"
Standing a pale blue vampire with gills visible on his neck threw down the guidelines sheet for "Kramer house."
"What's the issue, Rahab?"
Vorador's brow furrowed as he looked sideways at the vampire, his head laying back on his chair. "Why are there so many rules? Surely these people know what they're getting into taking us in…."
"Once again…," a new voice joined in, Nupraptors to be more precise.
"We don't really have much of a choice at this point; of course these fine people know what they're getting into."
Nupraptor picked up the sheets carefully before raising them in the air. "Which is why they made these; just like the pillars for instance without them there would be complete utter chaos…"
"Which ended up happening anyways." Ariel crossed her arms and looked at an unamused Kain, who in return glared back.
"Ariel, we're not talking about that…" Azimuth tried to put a hand on the specters shoulder. Seeing however that her attempt was made in vain, as the hand went straight through the spirit, the sorceress only looked meaningfully at the former balance guardian.
"Anyways," Sebastian began in attempt to break the growing tension. "What Nupraptor is trying to say is that even if this isn't something we all agree on it would all be in our best interest if we cooperate with these said "fine" people."
"Exactly, well said, vampire." Sebastian sat back down in his chair only to have an angry Malek stand up.
"I don't like the sound of any of this!"
Everyone sighed hearing the paladin complain. "What don't you like, Malek?" The Hylden Lord asked tiredly.
To be honest nobody was enjoying their stay at Vorador's; even if it was the very last time they would probably set foot in the mansion. Everyone just wanted to be done with the meeting and start packing for their new lives at Kramer house.
"I find it ridiculous that we all…" the conflict guardian motioned to every character currently in the room, "must expose ourselves to this new lifestyle! We aren't as difficult as the Kramer's are making it seem; the very idea of them giving us these rules is an insult to us as living beings!"
"Aye." A few heads nodded in alliance to Malek's outburst.
"These guidelines insult me as a man of great honor, and is a disgrace to all of our nature! This couple says at the end of all this they hope we can all be family!"
The paladin scoffed at the thought as he continued. "If they wish for us to be family why not take us as we are!? Instead of having us bend to their will…"
"And that is why we have these… rules." Standing up as he spoke ,Kain frowned at Malek.
Kain hadn't said much throughout the meeting. Not to say he agreed with all the rules and restrictions that the charitable family had laid upon them, but he didn't oppose them either. Not when he had seen the proof; in this case Malek throwing a fit like a teenage boy not being able to get laid by a pretty girl.
"Malek, you angry fool as usual you fail to tie the ends given to you."
Crossing his arms Kain continued. "I'm not too enthusiastic about these terms either, but…" The vampire lord scanned the room making sure everyone was listening or at least paying attention.
"If we want to make ends meet we're all going to have to submit."
The room started to buzz after that.
"You have to be joking!"
"That doesn't sound right coming out of your mouth sire."
"You? Submit? HA!"
"Not even Janos can accomplish that!"
"SILENCE!" Kain wielded his reaver impatiently putting an end to the insults as fast as they had started.
"Do you take me as a fool?! I'm fully aware of what these humans are placing on us! But all they ask is that we abide by their agreement, and in return we will have their approval!"
Kain scanned the room eyeing everyone. Just daring someone to challenge his argument.
"This couldn't be any simpler. The opportunity is waiting for us, and your complaining."
A few heads lowered as the scion of Balance spoke.
"We have little choice in the matter; we're lucky somebody wanted to take our lunatic asses in. I will not allow us to be tossed out for your childish beliefs."
"With that being said," Kain overlooked everyone in the counsel room. "Whomever still has an issue with these guidelines leave at once; otherwise everyone shut your babbling mouths!"
"Well said, Kain." Mortanius nodded in approval at his undead son. "That just about sums it up don't you think?"
"For now..." Kain sat in his chair once more, across from Vorador. He couldn't help but notice Malek sit down grudgingly; knowing that Kain had beaten his call for "reason."
Everyone had settled down and began to converse among themselves. It almost felt as if some sort of peace had begun to rest around them. For the most part it had seemed many were excited to be moving into a home where shelter, warmth, and solitude was provided.
"When are we going to be moving in, Kain?" Raziel stood next to the vampire lord anticipating an answer.
"Most likely the day after tomorrow. I've already spoken with Mr. Kramer; he's a decent man, as is his wife. However, she's a frail woman, and doesn't need any more problems."
Raziel sighed. "Well hopefully today will be the end of that…"
Within a few minutes the series characters had begun to clear out of the counsel room for the last time. Eventually leaving Vorador by himself; while everyone was at home packing the essentials they would have to take with them.
"Well, Drienna it's just you and me…" The father of vampires sighed sadly while looking at the portrait of his deceased love before leaving the counsel room to start packing for moving day. All the hard work he had put into this mansion was being sold at a price that would make Drienna turn in her grave.
'So many good memories; coming to an end…'
(That's chapter 2 folks. A little sad for the Legacy of Kain characters, but hopefully it'll all work out for the best.
Kain: I sure hope so for your sake.
Old destiny: Look I think I gave you a pretty decent part.
Kain: I guess; although I much would have preferred to cut off Malek's head; he always was a sore loser.
Old Destiny: Maybe some other time, Kain. Anyways thanks for the patience and all views everyone. R&R!)