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A legacy in Vain
Prologue
Standing at the center of the desecrated "Circle of Nine," Kain stared incredulously at the
choice offered before him. It had been a long, hard fight with the Necromancer, one he
would not have survived if it had not been for his vampiric powers. 'One that I wouldn't
have needed to fight if not for these powers,' he thought bitterly. For all his mortal
existence, he was now not even sweating. Vampires don't sweat, that is a human folly.
Back to the choice.
Salvation or damnation, for the world that he once loved, the world that had turned his
back on him, the world in peril. For all the madness and prejudices he had encountered in
his current form, he nearly chose to damn it. However, he faltered on his step.
"Choose quickly, Kain. Although I am dead, I am not as patient as most souls in
purgatory." This came from Ariel, the long deceased pillar of balance avatar. As a scar
from her mortal existence, her ghostly apparition still held the wound that cost her life:
half of her face was missing, as well as some of her torso. It was really something to look
at.
He furrowed his brow in thought. Thinking back to his days as a nobleman, seemingly a
lifetime ago (well, he had died, so it technically was a lifetime ago...) he remembered all
that was good in the world. Not much, since the days of Nemesis and his legions of
terror. People were suffering in all parts and ranks of Nosgoth. Even poor old Coorhagen,
his home town, had befallen the plague, taking his whole family. This world needed help.
On the other hand, this was a world that had shunned vampires, hated them, without a
second's hesitation. Not even bothering to even ask if he was a vampire, and not some
poor albino chap, he had been attacked time and time again by farmers, knights, and
commoners.
Then there had been Vordador's "trial." Damned hogs thought they could take the law
into there own hands, did they!!? He felt some bile rise up in the memory. Then he
recalled his words.
'They would dare make themselves judge and jury...'
He knew now what fate he would choose for the world.
He looked Ariel in the eye. "I cannot, after seeing this world through these dead eyes,
choose to save it from the fate it so rightfully deserves." Kain thought he saw her appear
regretful, but it must have been his imagination. "Furthermore, I cannot choose to damn
it, for many in this world suffer unjustly due to this circle's actions, and I feel no need to
add the list." She looked at him quizzically. "No one man should decide the fate of so
many. Do what you will to me, but I will not choose. This world shall hold its own fate."
He stood determined in front of her.
"Are you sure? You're being offered the chance to play god to a world!" Kain stood his
ground. "Very well then. If you would not have the world, then what?
"A cure for this curse. I wish to be free of this despicable condition, and all it entails."
"There is no cure for death, Kain. Not in this world."
"Then a chance for a normal life. I wish to live as I might have in life."
"Even now, this world is weary of your kind. You would not live in peace here.
However... in another world, you might gain what you seek."
"Another world? How might I transverse the barriers to gain access to this place?
"Take out the artifact from the Pillar of Dimension. This will take you out of here. It can
be used again, but not immediately after arriving elsewhere. You must wait, but with
your immortality, time is something you have in abundance."
*****
About 78 degrees dimensionward from Kain:
Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes, known to some as Alucard, was presently a happy man. So
happy, he was even smiling. There were two reasons for this: one, because of some
mystical artifacts or another, he and his wife had been able to celebrate their 97th wedding
anniversary by two, having their first child, a boy! Despite Maria's humanity, she had
been able to live this long, and now he was a father! He would move the world for this
boy. However, one issue still remained unsolved.
"What shall we name this boy?" Alucard asked his wife.
She turned her head to look out the window. It was snowing right now, and would be
bitter cold if not for the fireplace in the room. "This town has been good to us. When we
first came, they did not shun your vampyric nature, nor my immortality. Even when
people were dying from that flu several years ago, while we remained unharmed, they did
not bear any hard feelings. Truly, this child would not be here if not for this town." They
had chosen to leave Walachia and the rest of Europe, mainly because it bore so many
memories of ill-deeds and monstrosities. Now, here in America, they had a chance at a
new life, free from his father's reputation.
"We shall name him for this town, and he shall henceforth, bear its name." He held the
child in his arms.
********************
The labor had taken much out of Maria, so he had taken his new son to a different room
while she rested. Suddenly, he became rather wistful, and began to think about the
Belmonts. His last conversation with Richter had not gone very well.
Flashback
"Please Alucard, you must help me!" Richter's voice was pleading. "Give me the secret of
immortality. Give me life everlasting."
"You know I cannot do that. My wife was a very special exception, and even then, I fear
what price I must pay for her life." Alucard was stoic, as usual.
"You don't understand! The Belmont legacy shall curse any of my heirs to do battle with
your father every one-hundered years! Even should he repent, some other all-powerful
undead being will take his place, and then they will be forced to fight!"
"What relevence has this?"
"With eternal life, I could free my children from this task." He looked solemn. "You
know, the battle is what I looked forward to. All my life I had been trained to this task,
never an opportunity for choice. My children should not have to bear this like me and my
ancestors have. I want to do this for them, so that the Belmonts could be known for
something other than this..." he trailed off.
Alucard was stunned. He had not known Richter felt this way. Knowing he would regret
doing so, he turned away. "Noble words, Richter. I do have sympathy for you and your
devotion to your unborn successors. However, it does not change the fact. You will have
to look elsewhere for you wishes." And with that, he turned and left.
End flashback
Would his child, too, be destined to fight? To give up dreams and hopes, just because he
was destined to do so? He had never heard from Richter again. He wondered if he had
succeeded, and hoped it hadn't been for too high a cost...
**********************
Recently, Alucard had come to a decision. Being a vampyre was to much to bear, for
him, and his family. The hunger, although not as bad had he been a pure blood, was
beginning to rise. Not wanting to cause any harm, he had told Maria to take his son to
somewhere where he could learn about honor, somewhere far from him. She had
objected, but he insisted. He would go back to his homeland, and enter a hibernation of
sorts, after which he would awaken refreshed, without the hunger. It was the benefit of
his human side, he supposed...
*************************
In an alternate universe...
Kain stood in the waiting room. Not a doctor's office, but the very place where
dimensional and time travel were possible. He was running now, he knew that, but Raziel
had far exceeded his expectations by getting this far. He thought he knew he could not
escape his fate here, but elsewhere...
When he had seen Raziel with his wings for the first time, he knew he was the one
prophesized to destroy him and his kingdom. He had been told that any actions he took
against him would only delay the inevitable, but he had done a good job so far of
delaying it.
He would have never guessed this would happen when he chose to damn the world so
long ago. A huge vampyre empire stood in ruins, the world about to collapse, all because
of what he had done.
Now, he stood before a porthole, ready to escape into another world. Another world ripe
for the plucking, full of human cattle for him to feed on...
************************
A bit closer to home now...
The Metatron stood before the "prophets" if you could call them that. He had been
instructed by the Almighty him(her)self to do this, but it did not mean he had to like it.
"Listen, you twits. I am sendin' you both on a crusade. Your performance during this trial
was pitiful, and God wants to give you the opportunity to make up for it."
Silent Bob stood there, once again, not saying anything. Jay on the other hand... "What
the fuck do you mean pitiful? The world is still here, ain't it? This is bullshit!"
"Yes, its still here, but no thanks to you two idiots." Bob looked hurt. Jay looked like he
was going to speak again. Quickly, the angle prevented this.
"You two will be transferred to another world, a world that needs help. Its up to you to
help them, got it? You won't be without some advantages, however. We will be giving
you some power by which you may--"
"Power, like in those vampire movies where the count stares at some broad and gets do
ride her? Damn that^�s some good-"
"Will you shut up and listen!!? No, you will not have power over women. The world your
going to needs some very specific help and -"
"Help with the ladies, snootchies!!!" Bob looked apologetic.
"DAMMIT WILL YOU JUST LISTEN!" His voice boomed with some divine
amplification. "Good. Now, as I was saying, this world needs some specific help.
Specifically, with weapons and armour. For now, we'll be givin' you the ability to make
better weapons and armour. Bob will take the armour job, and, as much as I will regret
this, Jay, you have the weapons."
"That^�s all good and shit, but what the fuck do we know about that?"
"Ever hear of a neural quantifluxipasitor?" Knowing the answer, he hurried on. "It will
give you all the information' you need, without us havin' to wait ten-thousand years for
you to learn it on your own. We'll also give you access to some raw materials, seein' as
how this stuff will probably be most rare where your going."
"Hey, just where the hell are we going anyways? What kinda trouble is going on there
where all they need is some guns and shit?"
"Where your going, they have a problem with their robots," *A big problem,* he said
under his breath. "and the police need help with armament, since they don't have the cash
to do it themselves." *Not to mention the death rate...* he added to himself.
"But where-"
"That^�s all you'll get now, get going, goodbye!" He shoved them into a portal that just
opened behind them. He heard Silent Bob say "We'll be back..." as he trailed off, but
didn't care too much. Now, to get to his dry-cleaning...
*****************
Hits the spot...
Quincy swore again. How the hell was he supposed to get these sexaroids to function
properly? Something was missing, but what? ARRGH! It was so fustrating.
He heard a noise behind him, and spun around to face it. Nothing was there. Damn, must
be getting paranoid...
"I can help you with your little doll, Quincy..."
"!!!" Quincy turned around again, this time to see a man(?) with white skin and hair, with
demonic looking eyes that bore into his soul.
"Wh-who the h-hell are you? How did you get in here?"
Kain stepped back. "Who I am is not important, but what I can do for you IS!" He went
up to the dormant sexaroid prototype, and touched it. It activated, and rose from the bed.
"How did you-"
"I wish to make a proposal, Quincy. I can breathe life into these things of yours by giving
them some of my power, in return, you shall..."
*****************
The town that the son of Alucard had been born in briefly enjoyed a small spurt of
popularity, due to the recent success of a murder-movie, based on "true events."
However, the movie was not held in high regard for some, do to that guy who was funny
lookin' swearing all the time.
Funny looking? Yeah, in a general sort of way.
End Prologue.
Disclaimer: I am sure that Kevin Smith, if no one else, is going to sue me for the use of
his characters. Everyone else probably won't notice I used their property without
permission.
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