#Legacy of Kain fanfic

[ethaneldritch]

Some friends and I played a game the other night called Frantic Fanfic, where you basically picked random characters out of a hat and had to write a story about them within the allotted time limit.

To differentiate who's who, the game lets each player pick a little avatar character to represent them. Mine was this guy:

His name is literally Buffpire.

I couldn't resist

They're friends now

:D

[dogreed-blog]

Legacy of kain Fourge of Nosgoth. Canceled fun fiction.

Part two.

Inside the cathedral.

During his travels, Raziel had noticed for a long time that the new vampires of Nosgoth had not only a variety of clan and age characteristics. Almost all clans had insect traits, manifested in varying degrees of their nature. In addition, he often encountered creatures that did not look like ordinary representatives of his species. It was not completely clear on the basis of what such monsters appeared. Exploring the cathedral, Raziel learned that his brother Zephon was dealing with the issue of reproduction. In addition, he tried to accelerate his evolution and his descendants.

Meeting with Zephon.

Having reached the top of the cathedral, Raziel finds himself in the central steam reactor. The room was covered with living matter and also cobwebs, monstrous creatures that Raziel had seen before were prowling around. But there were many more of them in this room. Trying to reach the top of the cathedral, Raziel uses one of the turbines, but it collapses and Raziel is thrown straight into the central cocoon.

Inside, a similar dialogue takes place with Zephon. Next, Raziel needs to activate three turbines, alternately burning living matter around Zephon. After activating the latter, the top of the reactor will collapse on the burning brother and bury him.

From Zephon's memories, Raziel learns about the reasons for the strange mutations that affected almost all the clans of Nosgoth. Zephon converted some people by putting them into his cocoons, subjecting them to accelerated mutations. Over time, the population of the clans fell and he proposed an accelerated method on creating vampires. Almost all clans took advantage of this. Melchiah , having received such an opportunity, denied evolution to his descendants. Being on the verge of decomposition, having lost his legs, in horror he used cocoon in his own experiments on himself. As a result, he mutated into a huge carcass without legs. When the old empire collapsed, the brothers began to spread their influence among the people. They allowed the allied kingdoms to fight each other. They also started open war within their empire. Zephon with Melchiah and Rahab decided to take away part of the possessions of Turel and Dumas. To do this, they spread a false rumor about cathedral to people, so that they could take part of the lands for themselves. Rahab managed to adapt to the water and took over the flooded abbey. The path to which lay through the mountains.

After Raziel reaches the peak of the cathedral, he will glide into a mountain pass whose caves lead to the sanctuary of the Clans. At this point I finish the clear line of the story and move on to plans and developments.

From this moment on, techno-fantasy begins.

First of all, I replaced the glyph puzzles with the soul forges from blood omen 1. But unlike Kain, Raziel will have to collect new armor throughout the game. Which will give him many opportunities to open new locations. In addition, I added the descendants of Vorador. These vampires have been in suspended animation for centuries. In fear of the complete extermination of his species, Vorador hid some of his relatives. There are two types. Those that worship the Hilden and those that worship ancient vampires. These vampires are also able to travel to the spirit world, but have different magic and abilities.

The main ideological conflict between the two species was their religion, oddly enough. Those vampires who remained faithful to Vorador will give Raziel quests to search for shelters and artifacts. Which will shed light on the history of ancient vampires and the life of Vorador. Also, these vampires want to establish their invisible control over people and rule them in the shadows. The disadvantages of their existence are the small number of human recruits and their secret way of life.

Those vampires who worshiped the Hylden claimed that it was a peaceful civilization. In addition, they gave them protection from bodily mutations. These vampires bound their souls to their people and were not only able to live in the spirit world, but they could also easily recruit new vampires into their ranks. The purpose of this group was to hasten the day of the return of their new allies. Also, like Raziel, they did not feed on blood. Living in the world of spirits, they fed on souls. From their point of view, this is much more merciful than killing still living beings. These vampires mainly asked Raziel for information about various factions and often offered their help for free.

Factions of Nosgoth and new quests and locations.

Rahab, Duma and Turel. At the moment I can't say much about the fight with Rahab. It is known that he will have to pursue Raziel in the ruins of Meridian and must die from the tip of the ship that will be sent at him. The Duma's possessions will be a fortress in the north, with a factory inside. To get to this fortress you will need to go along the guard wall in the northern mountains. But the territory of Turel will be very different. After defeating Duma, Raziel will have access to a huge volcano that will surround the lava city. The territory itself inside will have a steampunk style. This will be a huge foundry where vampires implant mechanical objects into themselves. Turel himself will be suspended by chains from a huge armor and must move through the air. After defeating him, Turel teleports to an unknown direction.

In addition to the new vampires, I wanted to add three kingdoms of people who were at war for fertile lands. There were also several orders of vampire hunters, some of which secretly collaborated with the vampires of Vorador and the Scions of the Hylden. In addition, Raziel had to visit such locations as the ruins of Meridian, a dried-up swamp, which contained the ruins of a Vorador mansion. As well as a number of vampire hideouts and cut locations from the first game. These territories include the underground city of the cultists as well as the territory of Turel. The clans also underwent changes. One of the main quests was to find his clan, as well as investigate the reasons for his execution. Unlike the original game, Nosgoth is more alive, but Raziel carefully takes part in his conflicts, not fully trusting either side.

Raziel's final journey.

Due to the fact that the plot is not completed, I cannot say exactly in what order Raziel will visit new locations. From what I know for sure, he will meet Ariel, he will have two fights with Kain just like in the original. But the plot events will be different. For example, a quest to investigate his betrayal will lead Raziel to the fact that Kain himself orchestrated this conspiracy. The fate of the Raziel clan is even more terrible. Even before Raziel's execution, Kain took his clan under his wing, hiding him in the caves. He gave them a card to study the evolution of vampirism. With Kain's permission, his descendants conducted experiments not only on themselves, but also on other relatives. As a result, the entire clan degenerated into ugly monsters, which Raziel killed along the way. Some of these monsters were used by other clans to breed their own.

In addition, in the end, some people and vampires will have to meet in a final duel. Some of the surviving people will gather in a huge city in the mountains. After the death of the head of the cult who worships Kain, the descendants of Vodoror will secretly rule this kingdom. People need to successfully repel the attacks of the last remnants of the Nosgoth clans. The descendants of Vorador will ask Raziel to support their war. So that after victory, this kingdom can successfully subjugate the remnants of other human territories. Thus returning the natural order to the vampires. However, the Hilden allies propose to abandon this idea and pursue Kain in the mountain refuge of the oracle. They also give Raziel a special device that will prevent Kain from escaping into the time portal. Raziel takes the side of the Hylden worshipers and goes in pursuit of Kain.

Oracle's Cave.

From the very beginning, Raziel hated people for their weaknesses. This is not only mortality, but also betrayal of one’s loved ones, cowardice, and prejudice. He had to see all the same qualities in his brothers. Moreover, his former owner was not deprived of them. He knew that people would not build a better world after the death of Kain's empire. They did not want to join forces even at the moment of a common threat. The vampires of Vodoror were even less trustworthy. It was their myths and legends that created such a tyrant as Kain. Yes Raziel found out that he was part of the Seraphan Order. However, this order was created on the basis of the culture of ancient vampires. Which is what they fought against. Vodoror himself and his policies raised even more questions against the background of the short-lived power of people. He clearly knew more than he said, but unlike Kain, he kept these advantages to himself. Elder, with his righteous anger in light of these events, aroused the most suspicion. The only thing that mattered was the curse hanging over Nosgoth due to the actions of Kain. If his death heals the pillars, then that is the only thing that can help this unfortunate land. To do this, he will be ready to use the help of the devil himself. Hyldens vampire minions were perfect for this role. They gave him a device that would ensure victory over this tyrant.

But what kind of civilization is this, and how will their arrival help Nosgoth? Perhaps it was precisely the lack of complete knowledge of who they were that pushed Raziel to accept this help. His main mistake in the past was trying to cling to old ideals. Maybe he needs to let this world make its way to the end.

Epilogue.

The meeting and dialogue with Kain will be slightly different. Kain will try to accuse Raziel of hypocrisy while he builds his empire. Raziel feels sorry for himself and abandons his allies to their fate. Raziel ironically noted his long absence and the inevitable death of the Nosgoth clans. To which Kain will object, his empire does not end with this time, it is much larger and further than Raziel can imagine. Even now he is still a part of her, working for his Master. Raziel will ask him in a tired voice, these manipulations and tricks, what game is he playing now? Kain will answer that after all, Raziel is now where he wants him to be.

The battle begins and Kain gradually loses the battle. As a trump card, he activates the time machine. At this moment, Raziel activates the Hylden device. A strong whirlwind is created and both characters are thrown in different directions. Kain comes to his senses and sees green fields around him, where winged figures with blue skin stand. Raziel finds himself on a huge lifeless continent burning in space. Looking around, he sees that he is in a ring of black asteroids connected by green rays. Walking deeper into the continent, he passes mountains and sees ancient ruins. Having studied which, he recognizes the sanctuary of the clans. Raziel returned home.

End of the second part.

[taonpest]

Do you ever think about Janos and Vorador?

Because I do

[kristal]

Scared Shirtless (A illustrated Legacy of Kain OC origin story)

A origin story for Cambriel, my Legacy of Kain (Zephonim) OC. Also Crossposted to Archive of Our Own for easier viewing.

Mature rating and setting written in First Person (Cambriel's POV) until the end, where it swaps to 3rd.

Content tags:

Violence, Blood, Death, Horror, Don't trust vampires. Mention of bugs/insects

Characters:

Cambriel (OC) , Zephon, Raziel (for a bit), unnamed Zephonim

SUMMARY:

Being a human in Nosgoth during Kain's crusade is suffering. Being a human tailor no less. Supplies are low, your family's prized source of sericulture is dead and gone. Things are starting to get desperate... But this lonely tailor suddenly gets a mysterious benefactor one night. And Cambriel quickly learns that this becomes the one client he wishes he *never* agreed to.

My name is Cambriel. I’m a tailor and a weaver. Sericulture and tailoring been my family’s trade for centuries even before the vampires came. It is a delicate art that was passed down to me, and… i'm the last. My family and my apprentices I had trained years prior had all been killed long ago by those monsters. 

I’ve been told that I should train another…but i’ve already lost 3 of them in my 25 or so years of business in this village to those blood sucking vultures. It’s honestly been a miracle that i’ve made it this long. As life is fleeting in this world. Making it to the age of 35 and not being horribly slaughtered or enslaved is a miracle…But I rather not talk about my losses and instead focus on my stitchwork... It helps me keep my mind at ease between all the chaos outside.

Materials have become harder to come by for my village. Deliveries are rare due to vampire raids outside the village’s walls. Cotton is scarce as more and more crops fail each year. It’s gotten so dire that we’ve started to use scraps of older clothing. A tear along the seam? An easy fix with a needle and thread. A hole? I’ll patch it. I’ll try to make it match, but beggars can't be choosers. 

I wish I could get my hands on fabrics other than cotton…but it’s become impossible. My loom has been collecting dust for about half a decade now. And my family’s trade secret of farming silk moths had failed twenty years ago. I tried my best with what I had. I tried to keep their favourite food alive, but all it took was a disastrous crop failure to seal their fates. 

When the last of my silk brood died, many did not make it to pupation for me to harvest their cocoons or even breed them. The last of my moths died mid metamorphosis. They were so small… It had created it’s cocoon, but it never emerged. I tried finding more in the wild, but it was impossible. They were wiped out decades ago along with their food source. I just had to accept it. So I placed that small silk cocoon inside of a glass jar. Sealing it shut to keep its remains away from the elements and potential scavengers as a memento mori of my family’s history.

I hate to admit it; But their sudden loss hurt me more than losing my apprentices.

So I was left all alone to my own devices. The sounds of my sewing machine stitching together patchwork patches. I was at ease in my home, my monde.  

Every night I had a strict regimen. I locked my doors, shut my windows with shutters and locked them from the inside as soon as the sun started setting in the smoke filled skies. Vampires lurked in the night and I refused to answer my door. I’ve heard the yells and screams of unfortunate victims who had fallen prey to them. I’ve even had one slam against my own door as I covered my ears in my bed or pushed the pedal of my sewing machine harder. Hoping the noise would drown out their screams. I wished that the nights were not full of such terrors. 

But everything changed after that one night. 

It was just after 10 when I heard a loud knock upon my door. Such knocks at this hour only spelt trouble. I ignored it at first until they knocked again. 

And again

And again…

“What is it?!” I yelled at the stranger on the other side of the door as I walked over to my desk and grabbed my sharp shears for protection.

“You’re a tailor, are you not?” The stranger spoke. 

“I'm closed. Come back tomorrow morning.” I replied with a yawn.

“No. It’s urgent. ” The stranger interrupted me. “My lord requires your services. I need it by tomorrow night.”

“ Tomorrow night?! Do you realize that ill need–” 

“I brought the materials.” They interrupted me again. “It is in this parcel. Along with the commission fee.”

I raised my brow. They caught my attention with the mention of a commission fee.

“Fine. Leave it hidden by the door.” I demanded the stranger. “I will take a look at it in the morning, and it will be done by dusk tomorrow. Just get out of here, before they arrive.”

“Of course, of course…I’ll watch my back. I’ll be back tomorrow night.” I listened as the stranger dropped the supposed parcel onto the ground and walked away.

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I awoke at dawn and opened my door…This stranger was true to his word. There was a small wax paper parcel wrapped with twine thread. A small letter slipped underneath the twine as I took it into my home. I placed it upon my work desk and carefully opened it. Cautiously peeling back the wax paper as my eyes widened in shock at the sight.

It was silk.

My eyes and my hands couldn’t believe it. It was perfect. I’ve never seen silk this perfect…It had no imperfections and it had a golden sheen when it was caught in the light. Inside was also a spool of white thread and some gold coins. Who the hells was this mysterious benefactor? I thought as I eagerly opened their letter, which contained their request.

“Please embroider my master’s coat of arms onto this silk.”

That was it. Nothing else was written except a drawing of this mysterious benefactor’s sigil. I didn’t recognize it at all. Was this from another colony far away in Nosgoth? I shrugged as I got to work.

I didn’t complain. Embroidery was a simple task I missed doing. I had to stop to conserve my threads as it got harder and harder to get materials. I was finished by mid day as I placed that luxurious silk back into the wax paper and tied it back together. Just before dusk, I placed it back outside of my door before I locked everything away.

The clock struck 10, and once again there was a knock again at my door. I grabbed my shears and held it tight. 

“It’s by the door. The parcel.” I yelled at the stranger as I heard them pick it up and unwrap the package. As I heard them let out a gasp.

“It’s perfect! Your stitches are so clean…my sire would be impressed at your work” 

Sire? How odd.

“Hey.” I asked the stranger outside. “Where did you get this silk…?”

There was a long pause. 

“Would you like to know?” the stranger’s voice seemingly changed at such a question. I felt my heart skip a beat and sweat between my fingers holding my shears.

“My master has a whole collection of fabrics, threads and silk. Would you like to see? ” The stranger asked me. “ I can bring them to you. My master has been looking for a tailor after all.” 

“Has he?” I was still on edge with this stranger and his master. “…then bring them. If he pays as well as he did yesterday. I will do any of his requests.”

I wish I didn’t say that. I wish I could take that back. 

“Perfect!” the stranger giggled with glee as I heard their heel turn in the dirt and begin walking away from the door. “I’ll return tomorrow night with his requests, Cambriel.”

Wait…

How the hells did he know my name…?

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Every night for two weeks straight at 10, they would knock bringing more silk, cotton fabrics and precious thread for his projects. Their master’s requests got more and more complicated as the deadlines grew closer. My hands ached. My eyes twitched at the lack of sleep as I tried to keep up with their demand. I tried to take small rests, but my anxiety was running wild.

Whatever this….person was. Or their master…I wish they would let me rest. As i’ve caught a glimpse of them–or someone peeking through my window rafters in the night. Watching me sew for their master or toss and turn in my bed. Whatever it was, it was watching my every move at night. It had gotten to a point where I was beginning to hallucinate. Days and nights weaved together as the clock ticked away. I’d see bugs on the side of my vision or a crawling spider on the fabric. I’d try to swat it away but it never leaves. 

Shirts, coats, pants, garments, drapes, some capes… the list goes on and on as I place my head down on the kitchen table, between my arms only for a moment’s rest. 

Only a moment…

I still have 5 hours…

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“...Cambriel.”

SLAM!

“Cambriel, this is highly unprofessional of you to not talk to us.” 

SLAM!

“After all we’ve given to you, I thought we were friends.”

Huh…?

I raised my head, blinking in confusion as my blurry vision finally made the connection of the noise of splintering wood to my front door being bashed in. 

It’s 10 at night. It was them.

Adrenaline shot through my veins in panic as I reached out and grabbed a sharpened pair of scissors–my only way to defend myself as the door was finally breached. Falling to the ground with a thud as the moonlight poured into my home. I finally saw who this mysterious stranger was.

“Oh, Cambriel. it’s not smart of you to avoid us.” The stranger stepped into the room. He was lithe, had short, jet black hair and stood tall. His ears pointed and his hands only had 3 digits. Oh gods…

It was a vampire.

I was dealing with vampires.

A second one walked in standing taller than the other and barely wearing some strange type of armour. It barely covered his skinny chest and connected to a shoulder plate. 

“I’d even brought my sire–”

Fight or flight. I didn’t dare listen to that vampire or let him finish. I dashed towards the staircase, knocking down anything in my path to potentially slow them down as I ran into my room and quickly shut the door. 

I began pushing my drawer over to the door when a voice was heard right behind me.

“You don’t need to do that, Cambriel.” The mysterious voice laughed. As I turned around. watching that second vampire from downstairs easily open and crawl through my window. How the hells did he get up here?! I thought I locked it. I– 

“You’ve just trapped yourself in with me. Human.” The vampire smirked. “You should be proud to get my attention. It’s rare for you human cattle to show talent.” He teased me.

“Step back!” I threatened weakly with my scissors. The days without sleep had taken a toll on me as I watched him walk closer towards me. I blinked and he was suddenly in front of me, grabbing my wrist and slamming my body towards the wall as the scissors fell towards the floor.

“Do you really think a pair of scissors would hurt poor old me, Zephon? One of Kain’s sons?!” He hissed. “Come now, you’re a smart human. You should know better than to threaten your patron, and your savior.”

“What the hells are you talking about, vampire?” My eyes narrowed at his words.

“Oh! Good, I must have arrived early. Lucky you.” Zephon smiled. “This village is going to be razed to the ground. And all you humans who can still function will be used for blood letting, breeding and if you’re lucky, slavery.”

“How the hells is that lucky?!” I hissed at him as he rolled his eyes and grabbed my neck. Pinning me to the wall with a ‘shush’ like one would to a troublesome child or pet.

“But that’s with the other clans. I see your potential, Cambriel. The others do not and would waste it. You would make an excellent tailor for my clan; the Zephonim. And we have all the tools, fabrics and threads you need…” His spare hand reached beside my head to ‘pull’ something from behind my ear. Like a child’s magic trick.  “...and some friends.” 

He opened his palm to reveal a white silk moth. Fully formed and healthy. My eyes were wide in shock, tears forming at seeing one alive after so, so long. The sounds of glass breaking and screams outside my window shook me back into reality. The other vampires like Zephon had warned have finally arrived, and began their carnage in the village. 

“Time is running out, Cambriel. What will it be?” His claws are still holding my neck in place.

“You can either die here, become a slave to the other clans…or join us Zephonim. We will take care of you. Your every whim and request granted. I will promise you protection and that you will be a slave no longer. I will elevate you.” 

It was a deal with the devil. I bit my lip in frustration, peeling some of the dried skin as I debated internally on my lack of choices. 

“....I’ll go with you.” I mumbled.  Resigning to my fate to a vampire.

“Excellent choice, Cambriel.” Zephon applauded as he finally let go of my neck. “To get out of here, you must believe in me with what I'm about to ask of you next.”

“What is it?” my voice hoarse as I rubbed my sore neck, now marked by Zephon’s claws as I watched him carefully. 

“Put this on as a blindfold.” As he pulled out a familiar piece of silk from a pocket. It was the same one he first worked on weeks ago. That cursed piece of silk that damned him into this situation. I grit my teeth as I put it on to block my eyesight. The rest of the loose silk covered the rest of my face.

“It has my sigil on it. The other vampires will know not to touch you, unless they want me to execute them for killing his new favorite.” I stood still. Listening to him as he placed his clawed hands upon my shoulders. Leading me forward towards something.

“One. Two. Three paces forward Cambriel.” Zephon whispered close to my ear as I followed his words. I felt a breeze hit my chest. “Now turn.”

“Where are you moving me towards?” I asked him.

“Hush.” He placed one of his claws upon my veiled lips to silence me. The lieutenant looking towards the window. “Remember what I told you, to trust me for a moment? Well…”

He shoved me back, the back of my legs tripping and–

Oh gods!--

FWUMP!

“I lied.”

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The sickening noise of a body hitting the ground caught Raziel’s attention as he looked over to his left towards the tailor’s home. …It was indeed the poor tailor’s. Cambriel’s head had cracked open and blood pooling out from his fatal wounds after hitting the cobblestone path leading to his home. 

“Did you really have to do that?” Raziel groaned as Zephon crawled out of the home's window to look down at his handiwork.

“Well yes , and no.” He laughed as he crawled his way down. “He barricaded the way out. I'm not going to show him the way with a blindfold on–or have him whine or complain as I take him home. So having him temporarily dead is just easier to carry back.” 

Raziel rolled his eyes at his brother, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled loudly. “Right…May we begin with the rest then?” looked over to the village below.

“Of course, brother dear.” Zephon looked down at Cambriel’s broken corpse as he grabbed the tailor’s arms and hauled him up. “I held my part of the promise. The rest of those humans I don’t want. So you can keep those and do what you’d want with them. As i'm sure you’d like more blood for your banks.” The skinny vampire chuckled as he inspected the tailor's fatal head injury, fresh blood still dripping down from his crushed skull as the Zephon patted down his bloodied hair.

"As for you.." Zephon mumbled to the corpse. "You're going to have a bit of a headache, But you're going to one of my star fledglings~" He giggled as he began dragging Cambriel back towards his new home.

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[sarahmaystock5578]

Ladies and gentlemen. If you're a legacy of kain fan their is a novel like fanfic that is in Raziels point of view. It is made by G0REL0RD. Check it out.

[thunder-jolt]

Made a Legacy of Kain x NiGHTS script-format fanfic! What do you think of it? (Be honest with me...)

[1stunseeliefaelass]

Video Game DnD Adventure

(This is an idea sprung up randomly where in I had to wonder what may happen if certain video game characters existed in DnD. Not in an isekai way, but as if they were from Faerun or other places in the DnD universe. Featuring Death from the Darksiders series, Nikki from Love Nikki, Kain & Raziel from the Legacy of Kain series, & Alice from the American McGee's Alice franchise. Bare in mind this is a slight DnD interpretation of them. So not everything will be spot on but I will certainly do my best, course some light headcanon may be mixed in as well, you've been warned. If you want more of this do let me know. For now I'm just doing an introduction for funsies. Hope you all enjoy.)

Within Faerun, a lot of dangerous creatures exist. Some are more vicious than a demon. Others are extremely, dangerously intelligent. Some will simply eat you, others kill you, or worse. Death has seen it all, having grown a vast reputation for his capabilities in the slaying of beasts alongside his siblings. Leading them into victory on numerous occasions in the name of their mysterious masters. Rarely when not in service to them however, he takes on other work to pay the bills and all. Normally he'd bring his siblings if he felt is was needed, but this time he was asked to come alone. This much he reread many times on the parchment he'd been given. First asking the local curior of where he'd chosen to live if he had the right place and person. Upon being assured that yes everything was in order, he took it inside. He still struggled to believe what he ultimately saw in the writing. Aside from being told to come alone, he was only given a location and a payment amount.

"This doesn't seem right.", He began to say to himself, "Sure the pay is good, and I don't mind a lone job now and then. But normally I am given at least some details. This seems suspicious, maybe I shouldn't..."

Suddenly he heard a knock on his door, and opened it suspecting the curior to have returned. He was not expecting too much beyond there to have been a mistake as he thought.

"H-hello..*pant*..again..*cough*..sir.", the lad told him in a wheeze.

"Let me guess, mistake after all then?"

"Oh no...it's not that. I just...*huff* *cough*...missed this.", He replied before handing off a long and thin box.

Death took it and handed the young lad a flask, "Eh thank you. Here, for the road. And do try to take it easy."

"Oh thanks sir, and will do. *cough cough* Good day."

"Good day."

Death then shut the door behind him and opened the package to find a board and ouija planchette. He panicked at first and hurried about for something to burn it with, and in. Then something caught his attention, a strange whispering coming from the board. He froze and tried ignoring whilst continuing to search, but eventually the draw on him was too strong and so he went back up to it. Cautiously he touched the planchette upon its surface, and moved it slowly across the board. He only grew more nervous as nothing happened before finally feeling a presence.

He about moved the planchette to goodbye, until he heard a man's voice tell him, "Wait...through this method...you among many were chosen...Search among the ashes."

At a glance, he finally noticed the ash on it obscuring some oval shapes. Carefully he brushed it away and saw an image of himself, and three others that somehow were not burnt. There was also a few burn spots with outlines of where some images seemed to have been.

"I consulted the spirits...seeking gifted individuals...some like you...others not. You and the others have been chosen...So I implore you...come to the noted location..."

"Well, I would be angrier about a spirit invading my home this way but...", Death started to say.

"I am no spirit myself...just a medium like you sir."

Death narrowed his eyes a bit, "And a capable one at that. Especially to get passed my wards unnoticed by me until now. However, I would know what I'm needed for first. So tell me."

"Trapped souls need your help..."

"That's it? That's all you're giving me? Why should I even agree to this?"

"You'll learn more on your own...as is wished for."

Death groaned in annoyance, "Ugh fine then, I'll help you. Now would you kindly leave my home?"

Upon his asking, the presence faded away. He stood for a moment in silence before breathing a sigh of relief. He then took a moment to glance at the board again, taking a closer look at the other unburnt portraits. One was of a young looking girl with a flowery dress, rather unassuming. Another was of a man who looked a bit 'demonic?' 'draconic?', strange indeed but definitely someone capable in some way. The third was a black haired, green eyed girl. She appeared to be the polar opposite of the other girl, but aside from a bloodied blue and white dress with a knife in hand, she looked only somewhat harmless. Well to himself at the very least. Regardless he prepared a sack of his things to bring, the usual odds and ends of dealing with restless or trapped dead, and headed out. The board disappearing just as he walked out his door.

Meanwhile, Kain was met with a similar package. Finding it haphazardly left on his doorstep, clearly the deliverer was in a hurry to leave. He chuckled before bringing it inside, out of a morbid curiosity. The Soul Reaver lightly resonated as he placed it down, somewhat concerning him. He used his necromancy to reach out to the Reaver, to Raziel. Vaguely, he could sense Raziel feeling cautious about the box.

"You're not the only one Raziel, believe me you resonating with it's arrival is indeed strange to me.", Kain responded simply, not expecting to hear any in return.

Kain then opened the box and found a strange ashen board with a planchette. He was unsure of what it was initially, but seeing a portrait of himself and three others among the ash did pique some interest. The first image was a young girl who didn't seem to be a threat, but his experiences had taught him to avoid underestimations. 'I'll reserve my judgements, for now.' The other contained an image of a heavy set man in a skull like mask. 'Now this one looks unsavory, however so do I. So again I'll be careful in my judgments.' The final he glanced at was a girl no older than previous one. This one however, struck him as someone oddly powerful. Her piercing emerald eyes exuded confidence despite the innocent blue and white dress she wore, as bloodied as it was. Even with such a small blade in hand, Kain could tell she was competent with it. 'A competent warrior is often a great one indeed. Rare to see such tainted innocence incarnate. Then again, I suppose I'm one to talk aren't I?'

Kain then huffed under his breath, "What do you think Raziel?"

Once again, nothing was heard. Instead he got a stronger feeling of caution, but yet also curiosity from the blade as well.

"Your curiosity may just be the end of me one of these days. Although, it is rare to see you react to anything like this. So I suppose we can look further into it.", Kain then searched the box again before finding a simple note. On it was a location and a request to come alone, "Huh, well I can't imagine me bringing you would count against me really. You're not exactly...living, so surely not."

Kain felt a brief annoyance that faded as quickly as it came, getting a chuckle from him. Suddenly, a group of new feelings went through Kain's mind one after the other. First there was a sudden twinge of anger mixed with disbelief, then passive aggression, apprehension, caution again, and finally settling down into an acceptance of sorts. Next Kain caught very brief sight of a humanoid shade roaming around his halls. His hand palmed the Reaver as he watched it keenly. It stopped at the board before picking up a quill nearby, and with a dip of ink began writing upon some spare parchment on the table the board now laid upon. Kain settled a bit as the shade suddenly disappeared and glanced upon its writings.

"'You may bring him.', How curious. Is that what was going on then? A discussion between you and...whatever it was that entered here?"

A feeling of affirmation, and Kain simply nodded in understanding. He needed nothing from his home, save the location he needed to reach, and so left with only himself and the Reaver on his back.

Elsewhere, Nikki got home from a day out with friends. Her anthropomorphic cat and friend Momo was complaining as per usual for food. His stubby body hopping about in impatience until he had to adjust his yolk yellow cloak. Nikki giggled softly through the moment, and began searching her pantry and icebox for fish. Eventually finding just that and going outside to grill it. Nikki soon returned inside and placed the plated grilled fish down for Momo before returning to kitchen to make her own meal. Then she heard a simple knock at her door as Momo struggled to hop into his seat. She then opened it to find a young delivery man at the door.

"Hello, is this for me?", she asked him warmly.

"Uh uhm yes ma'am. I only know that it was apparently urgent. You also have other mail. Looks like more letters."

Nikki's eyes lit up, "Must be Mom, and a few others heheh. Thank you, and have a nice day."

"Uh you too.", the boy said before walking away awkwardly.

Nikki smiled before walking inside with her mail. Momo listened intently as she read out the sweet letter of her Mom and the fun filled adventures her sister wrote about. She then finally made herself a meal, and began eating as Momo began inspecting the package. His fish near finished on the plate in front of him.

"Hey Nikki, you forgot one. Did your Mom send it? Is it grilled fish? I'll bet it's grilled fish."

"I don't know Momo. Let's finish eating first ok?", she told him simply.

Momo agreed and sat down beside the package, watching it closely with curiosity. Eventually as Nikki began to put her dishes away, Momo suddenly yelped out. Nikki rushed over to find Momo up his cat tree and the package opened. Sighing softly she walked over to inspect it before finding what scared Momo. An ash covered board with a few pictures on it, including her own. It was kind of creepy, but not as much as the fact that the board looked burnt and yet four of the pictures were somehow untouched. One looked like a girl about her age, with a darker color palette than her. She did like the white and blue dress she wore though, but the blood and knife did seem offputting. She did have to admit though, the woman had some things Nikki struggled to keep hold of. 'I wish I had her confidence, she looks so strong too.' The other two images also held the same confidence and strength of the woman. Two men who looked vastly different from any man she'd seen, even those seemingly among the divine of Miraland. Nikki found them scarier than the woman though. Especially the one who looked like some sort of demon, even if the other's face was hidden by a bone mask. She took the board from the box anyway, and placed it on her table. Ultimately wanting to learn more about what was going on with it.

"Nikki are you crazy?! That thing is just creepy!"

"I know, but this isn't our first time dealing with creepy things."

"We got lucky in Miraland, who knows where THIS might take us!", Momo retorted, stamping his foot.

Nikki sighed again before just touching the board. She felt a sense of urgency come over her, then quickly rushed to the box. Inside was a note with a location on it and request to come alone. From here she felt like something or someone was pleading. She touched the planchette the board came with next and then found herself witnessing the past from what she could tell.

Within the vision was a message to her from a strange man, "Hello Nikki, my name is Balthazar Gabriel. If you're seeing this, then you've recieved the board. I know it must look very concerning, but I've heard quite a lot about you. I must say I'm most impressed with your immense capacity for empathy. The fact you could reach your friend past the clutches of an angered goddess is an incredible feat. Not to mention how quickly you can form bonds with others and your talents in psychometry to better understand those whose designs you wore in Miraland. With these qualities, I believe you'd make a perfect addition to the team. These three may seem intimidating and certainly have their dark sides, but I have no doubt you'll be able to keep things civil. I would tell you more on them, but they both prefer their respective privacy, so I'll leave it to you to learn about them in time. That said, go to the location on the note and all will come to be revealed there. I must also ask you come on your own, as your beloved cat companion Momo would likely not be able to handle what I'm asking of you."

Nikki held her hand to her chest at this before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her legs. Looking down she sees Momo scratching her and that she's back at home, or rather she never left it. Luckily her leggings took the brunt of Momo's claws and her legs themselves didn't hardly get all that hurt.

"Give back Nikki! Give back Nikki!"

"Momo!"

"Ah! Oh Nikki!", Momo shouts before immediately hugging her, "I'm so sorry! You suddenly went all ghost-like and I could hear a man talking to you. I couldn't do anything! I just wanted you back."

Nikki picks Momo up and hugs him tightly before sitting down on the couch with him. After a bit of comforting he settles down enough for Nikki to explain herself and what happened. Momo is upset about her leaving but agrees he's had his fair share of scary stuff. Home is much safer than that after all. Nikki then calls upon some friends to watch over Momo until she can come home. Upon getting their promises she changes into a more suitable outfit for the trip and heads on her way.

Alice luckily had little incidents after her initial introspective trip in the opera house. Continuing her work there in the backrooms of the backstage area for money. Managing to survive well enough most days. Even using her newfound capabilities to aid those around her. The actors and actresses often being able to release their stress easily with her help somehow. Unfortunately as the show season died down she was forced to consider other options to earn extra money. Sure she still had a job, just wasn't needed as often and her pay reflected that. This day however, one such opportunity finally presented itself. A small package came to the Royal Opera House with her name on it. Upon recieving it, Alice found herself examining it cautiously.

"Another strange package. Wonder if it's the same sender who gave me the portrait of my family whilst I was at Bumby's?", She mused before outstretching a curious hand.

An all too familiar voice soon made itself known, "Curiosity does usually kill the cat you know. Or rather in your case, leads down deep rabbit holes."

"Come to visit again Cheshire?", Alice inquired with a quiet sigh.

To which he chuckled out, "How does one visit that which they cannot leave?"

"Typical. Though I am guessing I have good reason to be cautious if you've shown yourself?"

Cheshire's ears cocked to and fro, "It would do you well, hmhmhm but where's the fun in that? After all your curiosity often brings you to your best self.", ending off the spiel with his usual sly, wide smirk.

Alice simply nodded at this and opened the parcel before her. Inside she found a strange board with lines of ash laid on it. Alongside four photographs somehow untouched by the flames that once burned. Though it also appeared other photos had been burnt completely. Looking at the anomaly more closely, she recognized an old photo of herself from a newspaper. Her eyes narrowed a brief moment before they glanced towards the others. One held the image of a girl no older than herself by the look of it, though her color palette seemed more pastel and frilly like than hers. An otherwise 'normal' girl, also unlike herself. As for the other two images, she couldn't help but question their authenticity. Both were men by what she could tell, yet looked like Wonderland residents to her to a degree. One having a draconic air to him, with only three fingers or perhaps claws on each hand. The other looking particularly odd with a bone mask hiding his face, and eyes like fire that seemed to stare through her. She took the board up to place it on the table the parcel was on, and next found a planchette waiting inside. With a brief glance to Cheshire, she kept going into this latest rabbit hole. Placing the planchette upon the board, to no real fanfare. She turned around to look at Cheshire again before realizing the room around her had shifted. Instead of a storage room with a table, she was greeted by a study like space. Bookshelves aligning the walls, a strange device with a large globe at the center, and in front of it was a man. As he turned to face her, Alice went for the Vorpal Blade, knowing it'd be at her side.

"Do not worry Ms. Liddel, I mean no harm by triggering your abilities."

Her eyes narrowed at him, "It's one thing to do it myself, it's another to be controlled. Tell me who you are, right now."

"I am Balthazar Gabriel, and you are now within my Wonderland, so to speak."

"Why bring me here? You don't seem in need of much help, compared to others that is."

He only smiled warmly, "You are correct, Ms. Liddel. However, there are others in need that your abilities could help save. Trapped souls lost in limbos of their own making. You've saved yourself and do the same for others. I can promise you as well that you'll be well compensated for your time."

"Suppose I agree, how am I to find you?", Alice questioned whilst slowly lowering her guard.

"For that answer, look inside the parcel once more."

She did as he directed, and found a train ticket waiting for her, alongside a map with a circled location and trail leading to it, "Oddly convenient, but generous of you nonetheless."

"If there's anything that makes the trip easier, I'll ensure you recieve it promptly. I hope to see you soon. Do give the others my regards if you'd please as well."

With that he and the scene before her faded away before Alice shut her eyes instinctively. Upon their reopening, she was back in the storage room. Still grasping the ticket she'd been given, though the parcel and board were now unaccounted for. She couldn't be sure of their whereabouts, but chose not to question it for now. Instead she decided to look into this mystery after all. Waiting until her latest shift ended before informing her employer that she'd be away for a time. He surprisingly accepted this, stating he'd recieved a letter telling him that she was required and that he'd be paid for the troubles of being without her. Alice was unsurprised, suspecting this Mr. Gabriel to be behind it. Taking it as is before finally taking her things and heading off to see to this latest job opportunity.

Kain was the first to arrive, and began to wait patiently for the others to come. At first the place was a barren spot for a time. But had some places to hide during the day. Kain had nothing to fear from daylight unlike most of his kin, but being seen was a different story entirely. Better to avoid unneeded conflict with random strangers unrelated to this task. Unless he needed to feed that is. Eventually though, the barren spot was caught up in a strange dust devil like storm before a massive house materialized there. Kain though caught off guard initially, felt Raziel reacting within the Soul Reaver once again.

Suddenly he heard that long since lost voice, "Kain?"

"Raziel?", Kain asked a bit shocked before speaking up again, "How can this be? After all this time?"

"I am as confused as you are. But this is not an unwelcome thing really. It's...nice. Being heard again."

Kain responded in solidarity, "It's nice to be hearing you again. Been far too long Raziel."

"Indeed it has. Someone's headed over, be on guard."

"Always."

[loxosceleslolo]

It's time to make a pinned post with links to my fic because I forgot earlier.

Here are my current ongoing series:

Elden Ring Cycle or: The One Where Miquella Accidentally Caused Groundhog Day on a Cosmic Scale and Lost His Mind Trying to Fix Things

There are two longfics and several one-shots. Confessor Siwan is the Tarnished PoV character in this series.

Thousand Year Voyage or: The One Where Sir Ansbach was at the First Step and Miquella Won (and the Tarnished is His and Radahn’s Unicorn)

One longfic you should mind the tags on, some one-shots. Folly of the Badlands is the PoV Tarnished on this series.

I'm just dropping a link to all my Legacy of Kain fic here. Everything published before 2020 is hot garbage I brought over from FFN because people liked them back in the day and might want to read for nostalgia's sake when FFN finally dies. None of these are being worked on at the moment. I have a mind to rewrite a few.

[bane-amesta]

Free will may not be an illusion Note: I have never posted a fanfic here so apologies if the format is messy, I'm more used to AO3

Before anything, I must clarify: English is not my first language, and here I am, trying to write for a videogame series highly regarded for its incredible and beautiful writing. Lastly, I think it was like 2 AM when I wrote this. So yeah, I did watched some cutscenes to be sure, but I'm sure it'll be plenty of mistakes for you to "enjoy" lol.

My apologies in advance, please let me know of anything that needs to be fixed.

I just had to give it a try, I think. How else can I get better at the language without a good challenge right? So a little excercise like this seemed good enough for a start. I hope you enjoy :)

Here I am again, trapped in the spectral realm, with the voice of my old "friend" for sole company. And I was already dreading the possibility of falling into madness after a new eternity of that torture. Between this, and my predetermined destiny of the Soul Reaver becoming my jail, I cannot decide which path is the worst.

The feeling of uselessness is overwhelming. It seems that the other side of my coin is to fail everything I try. Even when I successfully purified the Reaver, its purpose now fades, with no way to use it, nor a chance for me to escape. My supposed 'free will' is worthless when I can't even save one life, or kill another when is needed.

But... I could not bear to kill Janos again, even when he begged me to do it. The horrible scene of my past self, mercilessly ripping his heart out of his body, was too much, and Janos didn't deserve such cruelty. Now his body is being manipulated for forces I can't fully understand, and it is, once again, my fault.

Even worse, the only task I was asked to do so many times, the one that made me sick to just hear about it, to the extent to actively try to avoid, it was done at last. Kain is dead, to the joy of Moebius and the 'Elder God'. And it doesn't bring me anything even close to that. My revenge path ended in a bitter note.

Now that I am certain it was part of their plan all along, I feel like a puppet, and is infuriating. Maybe I was manipulated in that moment like Janos? Does that even matter anyways? ... But that is a question for which I'll never get the answer.

At least, the old vision of me slaying poor Ariel's soul did not come true. After so many eons of haunting the Pillars, she deserved a peaceful end. It is a small consolation, indeed. But her words are still sounding in the void, and I can't comprehend them.

The Scion of Balance. I could vaguely try to give it a meaning, but I did not have the means to do so.

Meanwhile, the parasite in front of me is rejoicing in his victory against our meager attempts to change our destinies, and my attention was fading, trying my best to escape his voice. But then, I heard something falling on the ground behind me. Oh surprise, if is not the body of Moebius. The fact that I can see it on this dimension has only one meaning: he's dead. I was starting to feel angry about losing my chance to kill him first, when his soul left his body and he scanned his surroundings. With nothing on his sight as I moved directly behind him, he joined his hands in prayer. I carefully observed.

-Master, my apologies, a momentary oversight. Somehow Kain still lives, and has unexpectedly dispatched me. Make use of your good servant, and-

The news shocked me. My hand moved by itself, not just to finally slay him as I should have done from the start, but also to prevent Moebius from resurrecting again. This is probably the only good thing I can do on my current situation.

-Go to your master then. I release you to the Wheel.

But then something unexpected happened. Moebius's expression turned into horror, which made me realize. The Reaver purified him, which means that now he can see the true form of his "God". And the irony is sweeter than blood.

-Ohh… god, no…

-Do you see it now? The monster that you served? Is this what you imagined when you worshipped it?

-Noooo!

-And in that knowledge, go, and feed it. I release you.

Oh, such a small triumph never tasted so good. I knew his faith would falter. Of course, the Elder is still saying that it means nothing, trying to undermine my determination. But he's not omniscient, as I discovered, not only by his lack of knowledge about Kain’s return.

He doesn’t have the power to kill us. Only to trap us and hoping the endless passage of time will make us go deranged. And he acknowledged it.

Lastly, the Elder also forgot a crucial detail, right in front of him. A way to go back to the material realm, and Kain, alive, waiting at the other side.

Ariel’s words came back to me, like asking me to reconsider their meaning.

You must unite that which has been set asunder…

The Wheel will keep spinning for all eternity, dragging all of us in a circle of meaningless suffering, to feed a parasite masquerading as a god, if I don’t make a choice. But what exactly can I do?

Moebius never saw the true form of his master until the Reaver purified his soul. The ancient vampires never knew what they were worshipping.

The coin is still turning…

When I heard those words the first time, I was convinced that Kain’s coin was already in the ground, and the result seemed obvious. But I could not understand the real message hidden behind them.

…Only then will the Scion of Balance be armed for his true endeavor…

Then, I knew exactly what it was needed to do. Saying I was not scared of the result would be a lie, but maybe I could finally change the ending of this story. And for that, I need Kain.

As I suspected, he impaled Moebius' body as soon as it rises from the ground. My time now is limited and every second counts. He needs to know what he's about to face.

-No, this can't be the way!

He seems painfully worried and regretful. This has to be the first time I've seen such a genuine expression on his face. Concern, mixed with regret, refusing to believe what's happening; trying desperately to take the sword away from me. I have known and served him for so long, but never seen him like this. Like a loving father, broken seeing his son mortally wounded. I would chuckle if I had my lower jaw, and the strength to do so. How curious to see Kain acting like this, and how sad that only in my last moments I can witness such a scene.

Was this always part of his personality? Or is maybe that my sight was contaminated as well, blind on my quest for revenge? Maybe the corruption of the Pillars changed him, and now that he's purified, he can finally show some emotions.

Whatever the case, the result is the same. Kain is worried for me. And that thought is oddly comforting. It seems that my long years of service and loyalty were not in vain, and I did not choose the wrong lord. He doesn't say it, but I can see the determination on his eyes. He will go out of his way to try to free me from my prison.

But I feel myself weakening again, and I have to focus. Is crucial to warn him about the real enemy, hidden in plain sight, before he can even attempt to manipulate Kain like he did with me.

Finally, I ended up fulfilling my destiny, the one that I feared so much. By my own free will. And there's no words to describe it... I can't even imagine what the future awaits me, but for now, the only objective is to settle the matter at hand.

Kain is naturally shocked to see the Elder in all its parasitic glory. But as I expected, he understood immediately the situation.

When Kain attacks and harms the body of the parasite, he doesn't take the credit all to himself.

-Your words are heartening. For you would not fear us unless we could truly do you harm.

We, he says. A small detail maybe, but he doesn't know how much I appreciate it.

I thought it was a jest, but I can barely believe what I’m hearing now. The Elder is once again threatening with the same words used with me. Is that truly the Elder's plan to stop Kain? Merely burying him alive for all eternity? Doesn't he know all the means Kain has to overcome the obstacles on his way? Turning into bats to fly, into mist to pass iron bars... Oh well, I suppose I should have seen this coming. And the ancient creature looks almost pathetic now, seeing that he barely defend himself against us.

But then the battle ends, the parasite suffered the fate he wanted for me and Kain, and now, the rest of Nosgoth is in front of us. This is the moment that marks the birth of Kain's vampiric empire, the Pillars falling on the distance. Kain looks at the sword on his hands with a sad expression, one I'm sure I'll see many times from now. Still, there's a glint of hope on his eyes, and for the moment being, that's enough for me. I can't see the future, no, but my heart says that this time, I made the right decision.

[scribe-of-ariel]

Not quite a reader-insert, but I have been known to write those as well. 😉

When that Legacy of Kain remaster hits I want to see every reader insert writer going for that wraith like feral dogs

Tear that man apart with love

[frau-wilhelm-klink]

Thanks for the tag, @peter-newkirks-smolder! (Clean copy of the game beneath the cut, in case y'all are interested.)

Last Song: "Hey, I Don't Work Here" by Tom Cardy

Favorite Color: Purple.

Last Book: That's a good question - I haven't read an actual book since 2019😂 My last fanfic...crap, it's been a minute since I read any of those too. I'm entirely too far behind on my fic updates😭 Pretty it was Peace in the Moonlight by Anna_Pineappel, tho.

Last Movie: Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

Last TV Show: Hogan's Heroes

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Either sweet or savory, depending on my mood. Can't eat spicy foods.

Relationship Status: mentally dating my F/Os Wilhelm Klink and Robert Hogan (aka single)

Last thing I looked up: The Munsters

Current Obsession: My massive self-insert fic Dropping Into Stalag 13 (both volumes) and whatever lovely snippets @whatisthismandoinghere decides to yeet at me😍

Looking forward to: The remaster of Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver & Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2 coming out next month on PS5

No pressure tags: @lost-gamer-archives, @anna-pineappel, @whatisthismandoinghere, @fireinthefireproofvault, @fiddler-sticks and anyone else who wants to play!

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[malumxsubest]

loki's comfort list.

Comfort food(s): ramen, sushi, chinese, mexican, soul food.

Comfort drink(s): jarritos, coke, coconut water, agua de jamaica, water.

Comfort movie(s): vampire hunter d 1 & bloodlust; hellboy 1 & 2; van helsing.

Comfort show(s): sandman, invader zim ( there's prolly others, but im blanking ).

Comfort clothing: baggier the better.

Comfort song(s): anything from sleep token, ice nine kills, bad omens, linkin park; just anything from the 80s, 90s, early 2000s and 2010s xD .

Comfort book(s): n/a, does fanfic count? XD .

Comfort game(s): anything tomb raider; legacy of kain: soul reaver series; resident evil; stardew valley; anything horror or cute & comfy.

tagged by: @caracarnn (tysm) tagging: @theknifeinyou / @merchantofwhispers / @mxlevolence / @rxgalbullxt & adding more in comments; & youuu.

[picturejasper20]

How did you get into Danny Phantom?

Funny story, the first time i watched an episode of the show was back in 2015 or before that i think... said episode was The Ultimate Enemy, with no previous context of who these characters were or knowing who Vlad Masters was Lol. I remember liking how dark the concept was and the story- i think i also struggled with my english (no my native language) so i couldn't understand everything the characters said well.

Then, a few years after, i don't recall if it was 2018 or 2019, but i decided to watch the whole series. I think it was during October or November from those years when watched it. I watched the first four like episodes and i thought it was pretty solid. Then i watched Bitter Reunions and i was really sold.

The thing is that back during that time i really used to be into Legacy of Kain franchise games, which has one of the best stories you can find in a videogame. So when i saw Vlad's character and his relationship with Danny, it reminded me a lot of Kain and Raziel's enemies dynamic in Legacy of Kain. Another thing that got me interested is how Vlad wasn't interested in ruling over the world or typical stuff main villains from other animated shows did. It was fresh for me, along with the dynamic he had with Danny.

I watched the rest of the series until Kindred Spirits and D-Stabilized since i have heard Season 3 wasn't good. It wasn't until some time later i watched most of the season expect for one or two episodes and thought it was eh- passable- just not that good as the previous seasons.

I remember reading lots of @/monotype-on-phantom's analyses on the series back then. About the series and what could be improved on it. Some time later i started looking for fanfics that were about Danny and Vlad's unique enemy dynamic- to my surprise there were lots of them and they were long. While reading them it made me realize how a lot of things could have been explored in the series and think about how much potential it had.

I didn't get into the fandom until 2020 when i made my @dani-halfa sideblog and started talking about the series. Then moved it to my main blog around after A Glitch in Time came out.

[taonpest]

FUCK I NEVER NOTICED EITHER HELP

The way every lieutenant in Legacy of Kain has a different colour for each of their clans except Raziel, who shares red along with Kain...

[shanaraharlyah]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Thank you so much for sending this, Ari! 😘💕 Since I shared some recent ones in Val's ask, I'm going to dive back and share some older stuff I still like and haven't posted here yet!

We'll start with an old drawing from college! I've always loved big cats and I went to college at Penn State University who's mascot is a mountain lion, the Nittany Lion (named after the nearby mountain). I drew a lot of mountain lions while in college, but I still like this one!

Legacy of Kain is the earliest fandom that I ever participated in online. I made a lot of lovely artist friends on DeviantArt through it, some of whom I still keep in touch with! This Ancient Raziel was rendered for a group challenge. It was a challenge because my PC at the time couldn't handle the whole scene and I had to render in layers and combine. It turned out awesome though and I still love it!

This one's not quite so old, but I also don't think it's gotten the attention it deserves. I put a lot of work into re-texturing, adding fur and getting everything just how I imagined it in my head. It is so hard sometimes to translate the vision to the finished work, but I made it happen here and I'm so happy with it. Final Fantasy VIII is my favorite of the series. Laguna is my favorite character, but I identified with Squall so much I can't not love him too.

[ethaneldritch]

Hey, a while ago (perhaps a day ago), did you like my post that is a link to my Legacy of Kain x NiGHTS into Dreams fanfic, which is in script format? Have you read it? If so, what do you think of it?

Check your AO3 inbox~ 💕