By Meverix
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It was over, finaly. So what now? I had completed that which Kain could not, restore balance to Nosgoth. I was alone. Vorador was long dead. Janos had been sent through the Hylden Portal. My brothers were all dead. The villagers were never going to accept me as a member of their community. The Time chambers had been sealed. Moebius was gone. But, there was one. Ariel. Perhaps I still had one friend left. I returned to the pillars, to find emptyness. She had left, free to roam the heavens. I was totaly alone. The emptyness sat in me, I had to accept this. I was an outsider now. The Elder God's influence had left me permanatly, having assisted him in the destruction of Kain, he had left his corporial body to seek an existance in the hell's below. Depression took it's place in my life once again, as I sat there, the pillars shadowing me, presenting themselves to the rest of the world, forgeting who it was who restored them. Forgeting, or ignoring. I left the pillars and roamed the world around. I eventually came to the Dumah Citadel, Ash Village. The depressing sight of his spawn, lying limp on the ground, impaled or just slowly rotting. I went on to Dumah's thrown. The path to the furnace was still open, untouched, only by dust. Stepping into Dumah's thrown room brought back many memories. The statues representing him sat there, lifeless, the remaining part of Dumah's glorious reign over his minions. His thrown was bare now. The shakles still hanging off their hinges, collecting dust. The fires of the latterns long burned out, sitting there on the walls. The stain glass windows were backened now, tinting the sun that once shone through and revealed the world outside, the one that the vampire race had for so long resented. Leaving Dumah's citadel was upsetting. He was my beloved brother, and I had spilled his blood. But I was not done with reliving these memories. I set out for Melchiah's lair. It too had been untouched. The graves out side, empty, where his children had birthed and left them. The wall depicting him had long fallen. I went on to the room where his bloody murder took place. The masher that hung above the ring had long rusted in place. The globs of flesh and mussle had sunk into the ground as it rotted. The crank had broken off, as it filled with moss and water. The gates had falled to peices, the lever inside, malfunctioning, brining them to a hault. A permenant one. After examing the room once more, I left and went to Rahab's lair. I entered the room, to find the water had evaporated. The windows had not been touched from the encounter I had with him. The platforms sat on the floor, broken, shattered. Lifeless rotting corpses of his kin lay every where. The drowned cathedral was drowned no-more. Zephon was the only vampire that remained in tact. His body had been dead for aeons, but it was still holding itself together. I figured that his little insect friends had helped keep him in good condition. His eyes that once glowed blood red now sat, blackened. The walls that were once his body were the only part of him that rotted. Flesh dripping from the walls, blood leaking from them. Upon examing his legs I found the scatches I'd made when I was defending myself. His kind had dies out long ago, the Zephonim where a formidable foe, but not good enough to widthstand the Reaver. The pillars, the magnificant pillars of Nosgoth. As I stepped forward, I could almost feel Kain's presence. An eerie wind blew past me, and his image flashed in front of my eyes. Standing there, holding the blade he wielded before he obtained the Reaver. He stood in his usual defient stance, staring high into the sky, in deep thought, presumably contemplating the situation. It was like an echo, a mist of the past. The image, slighty transparent, re-appeared, and glared at me. "You, Raziel, are the guardian of the Pillars, and it is your duty to guard them, ele you shall suffer." The image told me. He voice rang through my head before disappearing. The image faded away. A moment later I was greeted by a strange figure, hidden by the mist. "I've come for your head, vampire!" The voice was deep and held a hint of fear. The imediate impression was ignorance, but I soon learned this character new of the Reaver. Armed with a small bow and arrow, the figure faced me, full armour, and ready for a fight, as was I... |