Forgotten Gods.

The Forgotten Gods

Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal Dynamics not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create. Although I would like to own Vorador . . . then he’d be mine.

Warning: this fic contains YAOI (GuyXGuy), blood play and a lemon, if this offends or upsets you do not read this, it’s that simple.

Defiance spoilers – reference to the ancients curse

Rating: R - NC17

Pairing: Janoradorador

Part: Two of Five

Authoress note: this was something I wrote a while ago, I have ripped it apart stuck it back together and made it yaoi. you you like.

Please be aware that this is set way, way back, long before Blood Omen, before the Serefan existed. In this time vampires were god-like to the humans, (as so eloquently told by Janos to Kain in Blood Omen 2)

Also note the PoV changes several times in this fic when that happens you will see {Vorador} or {Janos}

I would also like to thank Anne Shard for Beta reading this for me and making it so that more people can enjoy it easier.

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Chapter Two

{Vorador}

Groggily, Vorador opened his eyes, curious for a moment why he found it strange to be doing so. A feeling of loss and confusion simmered in his stomach, and he tried to figure out why. Eventually though, he gave up trying and just looked around, noticing for the first time where he was.

Looking straight up from where he was lying, he saw rock and, the smell of damp and moss touched him, gently at first, but the more attention he paid it the more overwhelmin bec became. The sounds around him boomed in ear ears louder than he could stand. Surrounding smells overwhelmed him, and he suddenly felt ill.

Then the smells of damp, moss and mildew slowly faded as he tried to ignore them, but he began to notice another smell, one he did not recognise, but which made him feel contented, completely engulfing the loss and confusion in his gut. It was then he noticed the weight that seemed to be half lying on him. He dipped his head slightly and saw the creature lying half on him.

The creature had its head on his chest and arms wrapped around him. It felt . . . right. A smile spread over his jaws, as a deep feeling told him that he belonged to this one. It was strange that he couldn’t actually recall anything about the other apart from the almost overwhelming urge to be close to it, to touch it. A shaking hand reached down to run calloused fingers over ebony hair, before sliding down, tracing its features, following down its throat.

He stopped as he saw golden eyes open. He felt the arm wrapped around his waist tighten, and a second hand reached up to touch his mouth lightly before reaching further to brush gently through his matted hair. The creature smiled and moved upwards, planting a light kiss to Vorador’s mouth before settling next to him. Vorador relaxed and nuzzled against the one in front of him, making quiet sounds of contentment at the gentle caress.

“Vorador,” the creature leaned forward pressing a second tender kiss, this time to Vorador’s forehead “Vor . . . . a . . . dor”

He said Vorador’s name slowly, as if tasting it, rolling the syllables around his mouth, wanting to get a better feel of them.

A slight frown creased Vorador’s forehead. The creature’s voice held a profound, nearly deafening sadness; yet it made him shudder. He liked the way his name sounded when this creature said it. He stared hard, taking in all the tiny details of that in front of him. The one in front of him lowered its eyes, its cheeks gaining a slight purple hue as it blushed, embarrassed.

“My Master”, Vorador whispered, nuzzling at its shoulder, breathing his scent

“No, my child, my name is Janos”, it said slowly

“Master Janos”, Vorador whispered, drawing back to look at his master

“Janos”, Janos said a little more firmly

“Janos?”


{Janos Audron}

He smiled as his child finally got the hang of saying just his name. A blue talon brushed black hair away from his child’s face, looking closely at the differences in him that had been wrought by death. Shimmering blue eyes had become enigmatic gold, his features had sharpened and already he smelt like a predator, as beautiful as he had been when human. His new found vampirism only seemed to heighten it.

He tilted his head and blinked. He truly was blessed to be able to wake up next to such a creature. He chuckled lightly as his childe once more nuzzled at his shoulder, letting out a sigh of contentment. They lay like that for a while before Janos sighed and made to stand, smiling slightly at the whimper from his child.

His side had cramped at the unnatural position he had been sleeping in. Of course, lying on a cave floor had not done him any good, but compared with the damage that would have occurred should they have slept the day in the forest clearing, cramped muscles were little punishment.

He pulled his fledgling to his feet and together they made their way out of the cave and into the forest.

“You have much to learn”

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The woman sd bid bitterly into her hands. Her bruised flesh, torn dress and singed hair told of the abuse she had endured, the abuse she had obviously fled from only to find herself lost in the vast northern forest. Her appearance half made Janos pity her. He wanted to embrace her, comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright.

But one look at his fledgling made him change his mind. His childe would be fed. It was unfortunate that this woman would die because of this, but then life was one unfortunate occurrence after another. Spreading wings wide he leapt silently upwards, noticing his fledgling's wide eyed _expression. He hovered in the air for a moment before floating down silently and landing behind the broken woman.

He landed delicately, yet making enough noise so that the woman looked up. At first she scooted away, fearing the god before her was feral.

“Sshhh, child”, Janos breathed, his voice holding a promise of safety. She whimpered, coming to her feet and stumbling half blindly towards her god, almost throwing herself at its feet. But Janos caught her, holding her arms in a placid grip.

She whimpered again, looking up to him, her eyes red and clouded looking into the face of the god as he held onto her as if she
might break. She gave into weeping. Janos could feel his fledgling’s eyes on him as he whispered words of comfort to the sobbing creature in his arms and slowly he moved off to the side still, gripping the human woman and gesturing for his childe to approach.

Janos saw the trepidation on his childes face and felt irony’s poison claws sink deep into his heart. Although the immortality had been the true nature of the Hylden’s curse, the bloodlust was no small measure. The thought of slaughtering humans on a nightly basis was not appealing to any of the vampires, and many had used it as another excuse to fuel their suicide.
Many a time Janos wondered whether they were right.

He took a step further to the side as Vorador touched the woman's arm before looking up at Janos questioningly. Janos smiled warmly, trying to reassure his fledgling, lifting his free hand to cup his fledgling's face and leading it slowly to the woman's throat.
The sudden intake of breath and shudder that ran through the woman told Janos that his fledgling had tapped the vital vein. He felt his own bloodlust rise like a great animal inside him, fighting for control. He closed his eyes, taking a step back, and with a deep breath he concentrated, trying to swallow the bloodlust, burning it deep within him.

The smell of fresh blood touched him as the woman began to die, and he swallowed, trying to wet his mouth. His bloodlust raged through, him playing scenes in his mind of what he wanted to do - stealing the human away for himself, before turning other lusts to his offspring. He shuddered in fear at his own thoughts. This was his child, something he was bound to protect, something he wanted to protect, not terrify and abuse.

Suddenly, the smell intensified, and opening his eyes he saw his fledgling had dropped the corpse of the woman and was now standing right in front of him with blood painted on his lips. He was shocked when his fledgling moved forward quickly, but not at the inhuman vampiric speed, nestling his face in Janos' throat. He tensed, expecting fangs, but there were none. A damp tongue laved at his shoulder for a moment before his childe drew away a little, whispering,

“Was better”.

Janos shuddered in relief. It was strange that, although they needed human blood to survive as vampire blood lacked some crucial element, that human blood should be much blander when compared with the blood of a vampire.


{Vorador}

Vorador blinked as he spotted smoke rising a little way off. He looked up at his sire, who was also glancing at the smoke, but with a somewhat despondent _expression.

“Humans”, Janos explained. "You were human before”

“Before what?” Vorador blinked and tilted his head slightly, confused. How could he have been anything other than what he was now?

“Before me". Janos dipped his head, and the despondent _expression intensified to one of despair.

Vorador was confused. His sire was making no sense, but it was clear he was sad about something, something to do with him. Vorador whimpered lightly, afraid of being the cause of his sire's grief. A talon brushing over his hair in an affectionate fashion, however, let him know otherwise.

“It was a necessary evil,” Janos whispered, more to himself than his fledgling,

Vorador, determined to change the mood, pulled on his sire’s arm lightly, tugging him in the direction of the smoke. Janos frowned and Vorador stopped and spoke, “I want to look”.

Janos smiled at his child's curiosity and allowed himself to be tugged in the direction of the village. Any fear Vorador held at his new existence was quickly being replaced by curiosity. Janos did not miss the fact that his new child seemed to have no memory of the time before and was now wide eyed to the world. He was continually called to point things out, and explain what they were, their uses and their dangers.

On reaching the village, Vorador’s initial apprehensiveness returned as he watched the slow ungraceful movements of the living. They seemed heavy and sluggish, but there was something beautiful about their slow, careful movements. He wanted to be closer to them, but a talon on his shoulder prevented him from entering the village.

“They would fear you, not recognising you as human or vampire. You would be dubbed demon”, Janos whispered in his ear. The word demon echoed through Vorador’s mind and he shuddered. Instinctively, he new demons were a bad thing, and that being dubbed one would be very bad.

“Come, small one”, his sire coxed, “we must return home. I still have much to show you”

Vorador allowed himself to be shooed from the village, an unusual feeling of emptiness dwelling low in his gut.


{Janos Audron}

Leading his somewhat curious and energetic fledgling towards his Aerie, Janos felt the first stab of guilt. He attempted to not let it visibly show. This poor creature was now damned along with the rest of his race, and soon others too would follow. But they needed to do this, the guardians could not be human.

A necessary evil, there seemed to be more and more of them.

Hearing an alarmed sound, he glanced over his shoulder, noting his fledgling had fallen behind him a little and was now bent over a low branch, his nose centimetres from the plant. Janos sighed and shook his head.

“What was it?” he asked

“It moved,” his fledgling spoke, not taking his eyes from the offending branch lest it move it again

“Do not fear it,” Janos reassured, walking back and placing a talon in the small of his fledgling’s back and gently pulling him forward. The sun would rise soon, and they needed to be inside when that happened.

Janos almost had to haul his fledgling the rest of the way to the Aerie.


{Vorador}

Vorador gazed up at the aerie dumbstruck. It was grander than any temple built. He studied the main carving under the balcony, when suddenly he was lifted effortlessly, in both hands, and clutched in gentle claws.

Vorador had just a second to glance up to his sire before he found himself hoisted upwards as great black wings were opened and pounded the air. The ground rapidly fell away from them. He yelped and clung to his sire as if he were the only solid thing in the whole world. He could hear the steady rhythm of his sire’s heart, matching his wing beats, and it calmed him a little. But he could also hear his own heart thundering on as if to burst.

"If you don't slow your heart, you'll pass out” Janos whispered, his mouth an inch from Vorador’s ear, cool breath running over his child

”If I pass out, then this will be over quicker”, Vorador called back,

He realised his grip on his sire was especially tight and must be hurting, but he couldn't loosen it. He had frozen himself into this position and was powerless to let go. His heart roared onwards faster with every wing beat, and his breath caught in his throat more than once. Then suddenly he felt solid ground under his sire’s feet, and he felt his sire try and put him down. But now that they were on solid ground Vorador found he didn’t want to be put down, he liked this.

He did not release the grip he had on his maker. Instead, he leaned upwards, brushing his nose over his maker’s cheek, purring low in his throat.

“This is my home,” Janos said quietly, swallowing, “and now it is yours as well”

“Home.” Vorador smiled. That word felt foreign on his tongue, but he liked it.