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.

Rating: R - NC17

Pairing: Janos/Vorador

Part: Four 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. Hope you like.

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


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Chapter Four


{Vorador}
Vor tho thought of how he disliked the citadel. It was too plain and less elegant that the aerie. He pondered this as he stood before the Circle, feeling conspicuous. He disliked the way they were looking at him, all of them, with hard cold eyes, judging him. He longed to return to the aerie, where only his sire could look at him with his warm, if confusing, eyes. He glanced at each of them in turn.

They were the same as his sire, but none of them had his warmth or his beauty.

Janos walked up behind him, wrapping his arms gently around his shoulders, claws lightly scraping Vorador’s skin, sending shivers down his spine. He leaned the side of his face against Vorador’s, nuzzling his cheek. Janos sighed, contented, closing his eyes for a moment before they reopened, fixed on those in front of them. Although the gesture seemed loving, it was a possessive statement to those who watched.

'This is mine; don't touch.'

Vorador leaned back against Janos, tilting his head, enjoying the sudden feeling of security, and strengthening the statement Janos had made. He smiled absent-mindedly as Janos half closed his wings around the two of them. The surprisingly silken ebony feathers brushed his bare arms, covering them partly, cocooning the two of them as if Vorador was a type of rare prey Janos wished consume alone. Indeed it matched what Janos did to his human prey, leading them with false embraces, false security, and false promises of safety.

The others in the room responded to Janos' statement by simply taking a step back and lowering their eyes. Vorador was amazed at how few of the messages between these creatures were in words. Most of what was said was done in action's statements, such as what Janos was doing now.

A small woman, who was barley a woman at all, but more a girl, approached the two, slowly, but with a raised head, glaring at Janos fearlessly. She and Janos locked eyes, holding each other's gaze as she approached. As she neared a low feral sound escaped Janos, sending shivers through Vorador. Janos' grip on him tightened, and his wings closed more, almost cutting off Vorador's view of the girl.

She stopped inches from the two and simply glared at Janos. He glared back, his grip tightening more so on Vorador, before the feral growl was replaced with a sharp hiss, fangs bared. The girst hst her eyes down, tilting her head towards the floor, making herself small, muttering in tones almost too silent to hear or understand. Recognising the submissive gesture, Janos' grip on Vorador loosened, and his wings folded back exposing Vorador to the small group.

As the eyes fell on him and the feeling of security left, Vorador half wished Janos hadn't moved. He leaned back into Janos harder, silently begging to be protected, shielded and hidden. Janos laughed quietly and gently pushed Vorador forward and away from him, into the small group of these winged creatures.

“It is good to see you,” one of the male vampires spoke, addressing Janos

“It is good to be seen by you,” Janos replied. The other creature smiled at him.

The vampire drew serious suddenly, looking at Vorador with an emotionless face before approaching him, grabbing his chin roughly in between two of his claws. Vorador jerked back almost falling into Janos, who had moved closer, protective of his fledgling. Vorador hissed quietl. The other Vampire seemed surprised and raised his eyebrows.

“Fire child,” the creature said, looking once again to Janos

“He is.” Janos smiled as Vorador leaned back into him, turning his head up slightly, looking at his sire for an explanation, when all he got was a shrug. Janos moved his head so his mouth was level with Vorador's ear; he nipped it lightly in an almost playful manner before muttering, “Where is your fire now?”

Vorador smiled to himself pulling away from Janos slightly.

“Well Janos I must admit, when you spoke of the perplexing bond you held with this Vorador I did not believe you, merely thinking it a fabrication. But seeing you two here - ” he paused “ - I can almost taste it,” he breathed. Janos smiled and nodded once to this one.

The small group stepped forward, each one laying soft claws on Vorador, each of them frowned, confused. One stopped suddenly.

“Janos,” he snapped.

Janos moved towards him and this new vampire laid a claw on Janos and another on Vorador. Vorador jerked suddenly as the claws nicked him, drawing a small drop of blood. The vampire caught this and drew both hands together. Vorador looked to find he had nicked Janos as well. The vampire's tongue flicked out, taking the small droplets at aat a time. He seemed to think for a moment before muttering,

"He is you.” He seemed shocked, while Vorador was just confused. “He is you in body and soul, his essence matches yours completely.”

Janos nodded and opened his mouth to explain when the girl approached Vorador almost timidly, her eyes on Janos all the time. She stopped an inch in front of Vorador before removing her eyes from Janos and focusing on Vorador. She raised her hand and rested it lightly on Vorador's chest. She gazed at her hand as if it had suddenly exposed the key to the universe, and then she smiled widely.

She glanced at Vorador's face, and then looked to Janos

“I told you he was strong, you doubted me, Marianna.” Janos smirked

“No, it was just . . .” she began before stopping. “Your words enchanted us all, it seemed too good to be true.”

Vorador looked to Janos, confused. "Sire?” he questioned.

Janos turned to face Vorador and swallowed heavily. It was time

“You are the only human to survive the change, but that is because - ” Janos paused “ - I fed you part of my soul”


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Vorador had requested to leave the gathering and to wait outside. Surely, they had something other than him to discuss. He disliked the attention, the citadel and the other vampires, he had been relieved when Janos had smiled at him and said it was all right for him to wander around if it pleased him.

The Circle had been most vigorous in questioning Janos about how he had made Vorador. It had made Vorador uncomfortable to be told something about himself that he didn’t remember and the way that it obviously pained his sire to tell yet the circle continued to press.

He settled himself on a ledge and gazed out. There were hardly any vampires here at all, apart from the Circle and a few attendants. Janos had said it was because of God. Vorador didn’t understand him.

He disliked the quiet. Strange that he was comfortable in the huge aerie witch held just Janos and himself, yet he was uncomfortable because it was to quiet here.

He jerked as he spotted a young woman approaching him; she hadn’t noticed him as she stepped out onto the ledge. He coughed, and she stared at him

“Hello” he smiled.

She nodded to him but did not smile.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“Cassel” she replied, blinking at him for a moment. “You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m Vorador” xplaxplained.

Her _expression changed. "Lord Janos’ human fledgling,” she gasped. “Do you realise who you are?”

“Yes”, Vorador nodded. “I am the first made vampire.” He sighed deeply.

At least Cassel didn’t look at him the way the Circle did. She looked at him like he was another creature capable of thought and emotion rather than just the answer to a problem.

Cassel smiled a little, but it was watery. Her pale blue face was streaked with blood lines. She had obviously been weeping.

“Why are you sad?” Vorador asked as a new tear fell from Cassel’s eye.

“I . . . it's nothing.” She brushed off before swallowing. “I just can’t bear it any longer.”

“What?” Vorador asked.

“The separation,” she explained, “from our god, the wheel and Shade.”

“Who’s Shade?” Vorador asked, it being the only name he didn’t understand.

“He was my love.” She slumped down across from Vorador. “We were very much in love”.

Vorador perked up when she said that. “Do you know love then?” he asked.

Cassel nodded.

“Can you tell me what it is?”

“What?” Cassel asked incredulous.

“I think I love someone, but I don’t know, I don’t quite understand. I’ve read about it, but it's hard,”

Vorador muttered, shrugging and blushing slightly.


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Vorador sat mouth agape as Cassel explained things to him. The soft warm feelings he had not understood before were starting to make a lot more sense to him now. The way she talked about her love, Shade, made Vorador more and more confident that he felt love for his sire.

By the end he had come to a definite decision. He loved Janos.

“So who is it?” she asked eventually, when her tears had stopped.

Vorador blushed and dipped his head.sel sel smiled. “It’s all right. I hope you tell her how you feel, and I’ll bet you’ll probably find she feels the same.”

Cassel managed a weak smile. She sighed and stood, looking out on to the pillars.

“Why did you come here?” Vorador asked.
“I’ve always liked it here. Not many people know of the place. You can see everything: the northern mountains, the forests, the pillars, everything he ever loved and everything God ever made.” She started crying anew and drew an ornate silver dagger. “I thought this would be a good place to end it. Goodbye Vorador, I enjoyed meeting you.” And with that, she plunged the dagger into her chest and threw herself from the ledge.


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He bolted, tearing away from the citadel through the forest as if it wasn't there. He leapt the fallen bracken, and ripped through foliage. Glancing back he saw that the citadel was already fading, fast becoming a tiny point on the horizon. He smiled at his own speed and marvelled at the way he travelled. It were almost as if he to could fly, tearing his way over the ground as if the under-lord himself were on his heals.

He wanted to scream. He understood now, everything. What he was, what the vampires were, even the pain they went through at the hands of this curse. Books and scrolls had explained, it but they lacked the emotion that Cassel had shown him. He had been able to detach himself from those who were talked about in the scrolls, but Cassel had been a real person, he had spoken to her for nearly an hour.

She couldn’t just be dead.

It had been so easy, one minute she was there, and the next she wasn’t. Her words echoed in his mind, words of the suffering she now endured and ached to end. The separation from God. Many of the vampires were dying this way, this was why the vampires were a dying race. Suicide. All of them were giving up life, hope and the physical word, all of them giving up. A cold thought hit him like a falling icicle.

What if Janos gave up?


{Janos Audron}

Janos waited. His fledgling was only just now coming to terms with his existence and it naturally frightened him. Strange, thought Janos, that he should vent his fear by running.

“Have you forgotten so much?” a voice asked from behind him.

Janos turned to look at Marianne. He looked down to her. She was still very young, a mere seventy years. She was the last of their kind to be born, and she was different to the other women. Most of them were meek, mild and soft, but Marianne was like a razor blade. She questioned everything the Circle did. She was a perfect conflict guardian.

“No, child. I remember,” Janos said as she approached him, not threateningly this time or in submission but as an equal. She smiled as she stood next to him, resting a hand on his arm.

“The first time I remember laying eyes on you was when you were expelling your feelings.” She laughed lightly, remembering watching him fall from the sky only to rise again and in effect to fall a. Sh. She smirked, realising how similar he was to his child.

“You forget, young one, I was there for your birth . . . we all were.” Marianne nodded and pulled lightly on Janos' arm.

"They wish to discuss the human guardians,” she muttered. Janos rolled his eyes, but let her draw him back into the Circle's chamber.


{Vorador}

Vorador lay now, out of breath and exhausted, panting on the forest floor. The citadel was gone from the horizon, but he cared not, he simply lay here. It was dangerous for him to be out here now, when he was so young and knew so little of his kind.

He ignored all feelings of fear and apprehension and just lay there. For the moment, he did not want answers. He just wished for the peace which came with rest. But inside he knew it would not come.

He was starving, and the turmoil in his soul had not ceased but seemed only to intensify with each breath he took. It pained him greatly, he needed comfort and he needed blood. Realising this, he stood, moving along the wind, letting it caress his face, bringing with it the smells of humanity.
Without realising it, he had been moving towardsm thm the whole time. Life calls to death just as death calls to life.


{Janos Audron}

“You love him, don’t you,” Marianna asked.

“He is my child,” Janos replied, not really answering.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you well know I didn’t.” She smirked triumphant.

“I . . . I . . . How?” Janos spluttered

“I haven’t seen you glow like this since I was small and Willow still lived,” Marianna replied. Janos blushed slightly. “He loves you too, you know”, annaanna added.

“I am his sire,” Janos muttered.

“Once again, you know what I meant,” Marianna smirked.

“He may love me, but he does not want me,” Janos snapped.

“You should tell him and ask him before you anticipate how he feels,” Marianna pointed out. “Maybe he’s frightened you don’t feel the same. You should do something about this, Janos.”

She smiled mischievously. Janos rolled his eyes; he was getting advice from someone two thousand years his junior. he rhe really getting that senile?

But maybe she was right, maybe he would have to . . . do something about this. He wasn’t sure how long he would last otherwise.


{Vorador}

He returned home when Janos came soaring over the village to find him. The sight of his sire made him want to weep in sadness and shout for joy. Fear bit at him, the same fear he had felt that morning, the fear of being alone. What if inside Janos was the same sadness that was in Cassel, what if one day Janos could no longer stand the torment, what if he left him here to fend for himself?

It was a selfish fear, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. As his sire landed near to him, he bolted straight into his arms

“Never leave, please don’t go, don’t leave me,” he whispered.


{Janos Audron}

Janos wandered the hallways of the aerie, thinking once again. Vorador had been very quiet all the way home, apart from occasional begging requests for him never to leave. It worried Janos as he made his way down towards his child’s room.

Opening the door, Janos watched his fledgling with sad eyes. It truly was a crime against all things that something that beautiful should be so sad.

“What is it, child?” he asked, reaching out and pulling his fledgling into an embrace. She She just died,” Vorador whispered, his voice muffled by his maker’s robes. “The dagger . . .” Janos nodded realising what must have happened.

“Many of our race are dying at the moment.” Janos nodded sorry his fledgling had to find out this way. “The separation from God is too much for them.” Vorador let out a gasping sob. His sire really was going to leave him.

“Please don’t go, please don’t leave me here alone,” he begged.

“I won't,” Janos said easily. Vorador’s eyes opened wide.

“What stops you?” he asked eventually.

A blue talon reached down and cupped his chin, lifting him to face his maker.

“You do,” Janos admitted before closing his mouth over Vorador’s in a heated, desperate kiss.

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