Fan Fiction ❯ The Soul Reaver and The Spirit Shield ❯ Interlude Five: Revival ( Chapter 26 )

Chapter Twenty-Six

"It is an excellent plan my lord. My Sarafan Lord."

Moebius's words echoed through Kain's mind long after the deceitful guardian had left the chamber. Anger rose within the master vampire of Nosgoth's future.

"So, Moebius has toyed with time yet again," Kain thought to himself. "That Sarafan bastard was supposed to have been exiled from this world like the rest of his race. Instead, Moebius snatches him out of the sands of time and brings him here for his own selfish motives. Little does he know of the fate he has wrought upon the human race. To think that vampire bloodlust is bad enough? The Hilden's slavery over humans is far worse. But if that is how Moebius wishes to play his game, then so be it. I, too, am no stranger to this game. If Moebius wants to pull an ally out of Nosgoth's past, than so shall I."

Setting the dials within the Chronoplast once again, Kain sent himself further into Nosgoth's history. A history he was much more familiar with. A history not yet altered by the interference of outside influence. But that would soon change. When Kain exited the chronoplast, he found himself at the time when he was a flegdeling. Shortly after he discovered his destiny to be the balance guardian. After he was sent out by the Necromancer and Ariel to murder the circle in order to restore balance to Nosgoth.

It was not long before this time, that Moebius had murdered Vorador. The ancient vampire's head would be hung to a statue of Moebius. The final trophy of a martyr's `noble' deeds. Kain teleported himself to the Sarafan stronghold, the known location of said statue. Deep within the stronghold where William the Just's sarcophagus lie, the statue of Mobius was also found. Kain unsheathed the Soul Reaver from his back and swung the blade at the statue's arm that displayed Vorador's head.

The arm and the vampire head came tumbling down, but it was only the arm that connected with the floor, shattering to pieces on contact. Vorador's head had been safely secured by Kain during its descent. Kain sheathed the Reaver and teleported out of the stronghold mere seconds before several guardsmen came to investigate the disturbance. The sight before them was indeed a bad omen.

Kain's second stop was Vorador's mansion. In the few years since the vampire's death, the mansion seemed to deteriorate with the absence of its vampire inhabitants. Kain entered the mansion wearily. Calling forth some of his Eldrich magic, he illuminated the chambers within. Kain carefully began his search for Vorador's body. Hopefully, it was here.

Kain recalled the news he learned after his first visit into Nosgoth's past. The visit in which he would murder King William before he became the Nemesis. Upon Kain's return, he had learned that his actions warranted a vampire genocide, that Vorador had been the only other remaining vampire alive…until Moebius murdered him in that cowardly fashion, using his staff to subdue the vampire. If Kain's memory of such events was accurate, then vampire worshippers had taken Vorador's body here after his execution.

Kain searched all the above ground chambers and had turned up nothing. His search began to look in vain. The master vampire descended the mansion into the dark chambers below ground. The musty smell was unpleasant to the vampire's keen sense of smell, although it was promising. The stench carried with it the smell of death. As Kain grew closer to the source of the smell, the chamber floors became ever more moist and damp, eventually wet enough for small pools of stagnant water to form. The vampire sneered at such obstacles. Hopefully they would not pose more than just an inconvenience to him.

As Kain stepped through a final doorway, the aroma of death overwhelmed his senses. At the far end of the chamber lie a sarcophagus made of a deep black stone. As Kain neared the coffin, he could see the little amount of light reflect of its surface. Running his hands over the smooth stone, he deduced the sarcophagus had been crafted from volcanic rock.

Pushing the lid off the tomb, Kain gazed inside at the fallen form of Vorador. Like his head, it too had withered over the few years since his murder. To stretch out his torture, Vorador had been impaled by stakes, and those stakes still rested in the vampire's body. Kain set the head above its body, and then removed the offending objects from the body. Immediately, the body seemed healthier with the removal of the stakes. But there was still much damage to be undone.

Closing his eyes and concentrating, Kain began to recite an ancient Eldrich spell. It was an enchantment the fledgeling Kain did not possess, but a skill Kain would acquire during his years as a vampire. It was a spell that the vampire lord would use to resurrect six vampiric sons several centuries from now.

As Kain spoke the words, Vorador's body began to react. His wounds sealed up, the decay reversed, the head reattached itself to its body. With the enchantment complete, Vorador's body was restored. There was but one more step to the process. Taking one of his left talons across his right wrist, Kain created a wound large enough to allow the blood to flow freely. He placed his wrist over Vorador's mouth.

The blood found its way between the vampire's lips. After several drops fell, the ancient vampire stirred. He weakly opened his mouth, allowing the blood easier access. Kain lowered his wrist further to assist Vorador. The ancient vampire needed less blood than Kain had assumed he would need. Once Vorador was strong enough, he stopped consuming the blood offered to him. He opened his eyes in attempt to discover the being responsible for his resurrection. Seeing Kain, he sat up.

"I believe I owe you my greatest gratitude," spoke the old vampire. "To whom do I owe my thanks?"

"I am not the one you should thank," Kain replied. "The vampire Kain is the one you should give your regards. Seek him out and ally yourself with him. The vampire race is in ruins and he shall need your assistance to revive our race."

Before Vorador could ask the mysterious vampire anymore questions, he vanished. Kain had quickly teleported from the mansion once his mission was successful. He had no wish to complicate things, so he opted to leave Vorador with his questions rather than give him answers that could alter history outside of his choosing. Kain once again teleported himself to the caves of the Oracle. Unsheathing the Soul Reaver, Kain studied it, as if he would not be seeing it again for some time.

"I have one more task I must complete before meeting up with you once again, Raziel. I hope your travels are unlocking the answers you desire."

Kain set the dials in the time chamber and stepped into the portal. This time, he would go back in time sixty more years. When he would return, he would no longer have the Soul Reaver with him, having left it in Nosgoth's past where William the Just would discover it and take it up.

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MikotoTribal: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. It was time to put in another Kain chapter and I had a horrible case of writer's block with what I wanted Kain to do next!

Jenise: Well it was about time! We've been sitting here for two weeks waiting around for you to get moving!

Raziel: Really! We can't keep playing strip poker forever! Kain's got hardly anything left to lose! **snicker**

Kain: (using his claws to cover his black with red heart boxers) I'd thank you not to point out my lack of attire. And I don't find it very amusing that you've decided to wear my clothes, Raziel. Now I shall have to wash them.

Raziel: No way! You're not getting these back! I won them fair and square!

Kain: Not unless I win them back!

Jenise: Yeah right Kain. You're doing worse than Vorador!

Raziel: Look at me! I'm Kain!

Vorador: (staring at his cards with a confused expression) I still don't get this game…why can't we play chess instead?

Jenise: Because you can't play chess with four people. And it's boring.

Kain: (sliding up to Jenise) So you're saying seeing me without my clothes excites you?

Jenise: Ew! No way! I think I'm done playing now. (scoops up Kain's cape and Raziel's cowl) Janos, you can play now!

Janos: I don't want to play anymore! This is much more fun! (is poking a tied up Moebius and Sarafan Lord with a pointy stick) Stabby! Stabby!

Moebius: (muffled voice) `ake hi' sto'! OUW!

Jenise: Let me have a turn!

Janos: NO!

Jenise: I'll give you Kain's cape.

Janos: Okay!

Kain: Hey! Wait a minute! (Jenise and Janos switch possessions.)

Jenise: Hee hee!

Moebius: OOUUUWWW!!!

MikotoTribal: Um…yeah. Anyway, I'll try to update more often. Sorry for the delay!