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Emptiness. A vast, dark void, nothing to inhabit it other the Raziel himself. Time ceased to exist, as it did centuries before when he had been cast into the abyss. The sheer emptiness drove him to near madness. Silence beyond silence, the only colors that of his destroyed form. As he feared that this was it, all he had to expect for the rest of time, something changed.
It was as if staring himself in the face, yet this vision was far more deformed. It was his twin soul, the version of him that had been imprisoned within the Soul Reaver, and truly driven to madness. Bone like protrusions shown from it’s elbows and down it’s spine. It’s lack of a jaw and throat clearly visible, as the cowl had long since been discarded.
The far more nightmarish wraith drew back it’s bone claws, and struck at the more sane version of himself. Raziel instinctively threw up an arm to block, yet suddenly the nightmarish vision vanished. What was this, a sign of what was to come? Was this what was to befall him in centuries to come? He could no longer bear the intense emptiness the surrounded him, and allowed darkness to overcome him.
Consciousness struck him with a vengeance. Pain coursed through his body. He writhed, blinded, senses dulled to everything but the pain that dominated him. As it started to fade, he curled into a fetal position. Though it was short lived, it was far worse then any other pain he had felt in his long life. He slowly opened his eyes, greeted with a vision of a veil of darkness, his hair. He slowly pushed himself to his hands and knees, though something brought him great surprise. His hands, they were no longer stripped of their flesh. There was muscle, skin, and dark claw-like fingernails. The skin was the same blue color he had been as a wraith. His eyes widened, what had happened to him.
He pushed himself up, sitting on his knees. He hugged his arms tightly against his chest. His entire body had been restored. He felt something brush against his back, and turned his head to look. His wings, once ruined and useless, now supported with bony fingers. Once again giving him the power of flight. His still white eyes would look on in wonder as he tested their movement, the wings responding to every mental command.
He attempted to get to his feet, but as he did blood rushed to his head, and a new pain racked his body. It drove him back to the ground. As he lay there once again in a fetal position with his head in his hands, darkness once again overtook him
Emptiness. A vast, dark void, nothing to inhabit it other the Raziel himself. Time ceased to exist, as it did centuries before when he had been cast into the abyss. The sheer emptiness drove him to near madness. Silence beyond silence, the only colors that of his destroyed form. As he feared that this was it, all he had to expect for the rest of time, something changed.
It was as if staring himself in the face, yet this vision was far more deformed. It was his twin soul, the version of him that had been imprisoned within the Soul Reaver, and truly driven to madness. Bone like protrusions shown from it’s elbows and down it’s spine. It’s lack of a jaw and throat clearly visible, as the cowl had long since been discarded.
The far more nightmarish wraith drew back it’s bone claws, and struck at the more sane version of himself. Raziel instinctively threw up an arm to block, yet suddenly the nightmarish vision vanished. What was this, a sign of what was to come? Was this what was to befall him in centuries to come? He could no longer bear the intense emptiness the surrounded him, and allowed darkness to overcome him.
Consciousness struck him with a vengeance. Pain coursed through his body. He writhed, blinded, senses dulled to everything but the pain that dominated him. As it started to fade, he curled into a fetal position. Though it was short lived, it was far worse then any other pain he had felt in his long life. He slowly opened his eyes, greeted with a vision of a veil of darkness, his hair. He slowly pushed himself to his hands and knees, though something brought him great surprise. His hands, they were no longer stripped of their flesh. There was muscle, skin, and dark claw-like fingernails. The skin was the same blue color he had been as a wraith. His eyes widened, what had happened to him.
He pushed himself up, sitting on his knees. He hugged his arms tightly against his chest. His entire body had been restored. He felt something brush against his back, and turned his head to look. His wings, once ruined and useless, now supported with bony fingers. Once again giving him the power of flight. His still white eyes would look on in wonder as he tested their movement, the wings responding to every mental command.
He attempted to get to his feet, but as he did blood rushed to his head, and a new pain racked his body. It drove him back to the ground. As he lay there once again in a fetal position with his head in his hands, darkness once again overtook him
Kain pushed the gates of The Sanctuary open, then slowly walked down the massive hall the led to the pillars. The Elder God now defeated, it was time to restore Nosgoth to what she had once been. The tale-tell rumbles he felt were confirmed as he walked into the main chamber. The throne, which had once been the seat of his mighty empire, was cracked. The pillars now, as before, stood pristine, whole, uncorrupted. He supposed he would have to rebuild his throne elsewhere.
It was then that a faint sound caught his attention. A slight thud, of something falling against the floor. He looked to the left, towards a pile of rubble, from where the sound came. Drawing the Soul Reaver from his back, he slowly approached. As he rounded a particularly large piece of rubble, what he found astounded the mighty vampire.
There, lying upon the ground, unconscious, was Raziel. Yet he was changed. He had the same form he had before Kain had tossed him to the Abyss, yet his coloration was the same as he had been when the Reaver had consumed him. Kain was truly confused, and unsure of what to do at the moment. Replacing the Reaver to it’s place on his back, Kain scooped up the smaller vampire. He couldn’t just leave him here to be ravaged by whoever may come through here.
Taking a moment to glance around, he looked towards where his chambers had once been. Then he headed that way. He passed through the halls, his memories of year long passed guiding him through the maze that was The Sanctuary. Soon he came upon his old room, everything was still there. Moving to the large bed, he deposited his vampiric ‘son’ upon the mattress. He knew not when Raziel would wake, but he assumed this place to be safe enough. He had other matters to attend to, and would return by the next morning at the latest to check on Raziel.
It was then that a faint sound caught his attention. A slight thud, of something falling against the floor. He looked to the left, towards a pile of rubble, from where the sound came. Drawing the Soul Reaver from his back, he slowly approached. As he rounded a particularly large piece of rubble, what he found astounded the mighty vampire.
There, lying upon the ground, unconscious, was Raziel. Yet he was changed. He had the same form he had before Kain had tossed him to the Abyss, yet his coloration was the same as he had been when the Reaver had consumed him. Kain was truly confused, and unsure of what to do at the moment. Replacing the Reaver to it’s place on his back, Kain scooped up the smaller vampire. He couldn’t just leave him here to be ravaged by whoever may come through here.
Taking a moment to glance around, he looked towards where his chambers had once been. Then he headed that way. He passed through the halls, his memories of year long passed guiding him through the maze that was The Sanctuary. Soon he came upon his old room, everything was still there. Moving to the large bed, he deposited his vampiric ‘son’ upon the mattress. He knew not when Raziel would wake, but he assumed this place to be safe enough. He had other matters to attend to, and would return by the next morning at the latest to check on Raziel.
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