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“It’s been five hundred years...”
“Deal with it.”
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I’ll still RP but gonna be on Discord only, and possibly some Dreamwidth, but you’ll have to ask me about it. I’m not really in the mood for much else lmao.
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@asktranscendentzephon
I think this is one of your boys, gone loose.
That’s one way to do it…
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(( I remember some of you when I was in the LoK server showing some interest in this. Well, here it is. The fic about Zephon laying eggs. If it may be your cup of tea, enjoy. ))
Legacy of Kain Fic (NSFW)
(insert banner here when tungle stops being a dick)
Title: Disgusting
Fandom(s): Legacy of Kain
Character(s): Turel, Zephon
Pairing(s): Turel/Zephon
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3760
Kinks & Features: asexual reproduction, body horror, bugs & insects, dominance, egg laying, hermaphrodites, mpreg, pheromones, pregnant sex, rapid pregnancy, size difference, size kink, transformation
Warnings: -
Summary: The memory still stuck with him. A part of a gift that the Fifth Son of Kain developed alongside many others, and one that he did not try to reveal to his Sire. But how long could he have kept this from Turel, the one brother Zephon placed higher than the others? What would he think?
Notes: Based on the fact that in Soul Reaver, the boss Zephon lays eggs.
►( He’s become a monster maker, as every egg laid and eventually hatched came some kind of creature not completely humanoid, but also not quite a vampire either. He wouldn’t consider himself attached to any of them, or even proud of what his body could do. )
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Babysitting
@littlewolfofnosgoth [ x ]
Kain busies himself trying to pinpoint just what they meant by that and... Oh, of course. These must be the children of one of his own, then. Which one, he isn’t sure, even if he tried to tell by the aura they all were giving off. None of his own, that’s for certain. Unrecognizable, and he snarls at the idea that they may be further down the line than he thought.
“Your father then needs to learn to direct you all to his domain instead.” The old vampire hisses, and he didn’t bother using the Whisper, he doesn’t need to. He shouldn’t have to explain this, they all should know better that the Sanctuary isn’t a playground.
He has yet to arrive, either way. Along with the “lucky” one’s brothers.
“I do believe he needs to teach his kin some better discipline as well. Unless he rather leave it to me. And I assure you lot are not prepared to have your father grieving you loss, in that case.”
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“Oh come now, you’re acting as if you humans don’t make mistakes ever in your life. Like that sorry excuse of an insult.”
“The poorly written text here almost says Moebius the Time… Steamer.”
Like the old fart was cooking vegetables or something. Through spans of time.
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“Ah, my head. You wouldn’t be the first to try and take it from my neck.” Moebius could not help but laugh. “If only you knew what the future holds for you Kain, For Nosgoth, the Pillars, the Wheel Itself!”
He continued to watch Kain struggle to rise. The nobleman was determined. Moebius could admire the stubborn streak; how it reminded him of himself in much younger years.
Using the sceptre to help him rise, the Time Streamer gave a theatrical yawn. “I suppose you want to kill me now. But this is not how, or where, it ends for us, Kain. Seek out the Circle members who are foolish enough to show their heads. Oh, and if you do see the Necromancer, tell him Moebius sends his regards.”
Then he released the staff’s hold over Kain.
Kain makes a sharp gasp once he’s freed, dropping his weight back against the ground below him, like a puppet cut from its strings. Just about everything about this encounter frustrated him, Moebius’ words and the fact that he was so easily subdued had his dark blood boiling. He’s able to move freely, yet the ache of being under enchantments is still very much there.
Blackened armor scrapes together and against the ground, its owner attempting to rise unhindered by magic, only by the sting it left behind. Kain’s snowy locks remained in his vision, but he knows where his sword is. Yet, he doesn’t bother using it, learning his lesson and knowing that it’s best not to get too close to Moebius. He’ll soon think of another way of getting the bastard, growling like a wounded animal as he reluctantly allowed the Time Streamer to leave as he pleases.
Though... whatever was spoken this day will stick with Kain though. Maybe... it will be time to seek out Mortanius one last time before he destroys him too, as that Death Pillar must be restored before he’ll find his own end. For better, he’s sure of it.
Seeker
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“The poorly written text here almost says Moebius the Time... Steamer.”
Like the old fart was cooking vegetables or something. Through spans of time.
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I’ve already replied to what I owe. I’m putting a month cap on wait time from others before I just drop threads. Those who are already past that are now dropped. I can take a hint. If you’re just not interested (in me, in Kain, in any of my characters), it’s better to just tell me straight up. A month is plenty of time to figure out if it’s just not working out one way or another. It’s fine.
Trying to make things easier for me too, guys.
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“Get off! I don’t need your help nor sympathy!” He shouts, growling as he makes a sloppy attempt to push Maybelle away. He’s successfully pulled back on his feet regardless of how much he struggled. He’s in no shape to be doing anything without some supervision, as he fights back his body trying to forcibly purge itself of the black taint of a demon’s life’s essence. He likes the feeling of nearly dying this fine night.
Death by stupidity. That’s something he’s come to see, but not exactly to admit that he came close on more than one occasion.
“You’ll do well to let me be, and should I foolishly slip into the seas below, so be it. Survival of the fittest.” So he mocks himself openly, leaning against Mae once more as the thought of actually going through with wandering about as an easy target for disaster isn’t exactly what he wishes.
“And the Sarafan Lord will relish in your self-defeat, successfully conquering the world you wish to have for yourself ” Mae replied with a drawn out sigh, yet remained patient. Despite the disdainful gestures, she supported his leaning body to prevent further trippings.
Only fear now was the poisonous vomit spewing in front of her - the thought gave her throat a sensation to gag.
“Let’s not give him the pleasure, yeah?”
Oh, right. Him. Kain had almost forgotten about that bastard, having only been days since the night he foolishly made his persistent existence known to the man. The elder of the two thought it was a good idea, to make the beast worry, to regret not checking back then for the faint sign of life still in Kain.
Once Kain’s body is finished with the inevitable purge, all he has to do is do that whole “riding this out” thing and hope that he’ll not be spoken to about his reckless behavior. Bah! As if being impulsive is some kind of new idea... Acting as though Kain could never, ever, have a moment of weakness, no matter how much he would want to cover it up and fight against it!
... Is he seriously arguing for having a weakness? To himself, no less. As far as he’s aware.
“Fine. Lead the way, whelp.”
Inebriated
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Weird inconspicuous wolves hanging around outside of Kain's throneroom/sanctuary of the clans. Some look "derpy"
He’s only just awoken from yet another half a decade’s long sleep and now someone lets the damn dogs out. He doesn’t know who, nor does he care, but he sighs as he doesn’t even bother sitting down. Kain knows he needs to address this and confronts the lot of them outside, his hands on his hips.
“Now all of you best have an explanation for this. A reason why you all are here.” Not that he could stop them from harmlessly gathering, so long as they don’t hinder the machinations of his lieutenants and their clansmen, should they use this space.
“… Not that I expect anything from a few of you. I think there’s some missing chromosomes here.”
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Feel free to pester the God of Nosgoth now.
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Birth of the Scion
( From a dream I had a few nights back. )
Feeling neither defeated nor actually victorious, Kain stands upon the ruined citadel overlooking the once beautiful, yet cracking pillars now torn to pieces. His past self had made his fateful decision, which he didn’t even bother trying to stop, it was inevitable, even as he recalls once preferring the alternative to this, to heal Nosgoth as expected of him.
Even when he knew that his sacrifice would have gone in vain. This world has a deep-seated taint that still needed to be eradicated, and he knew what had to be done.
Kain’s eyes fall from the pillars to the energized flamberge whose hilt his claws caress. His firstborn’s soul and energies from the previous Balance Guardians tangle together within the metal, which made a connection to him. He makes a pained expression, of both physical and emotional kind, as he had learned to remember what it was like to feel, genuinely. He would no longer be held back by the taint set by Nupraptor, nor would he succumb to any other impurities that Nosogth has been infected with through the ages. Given back something he didn’t realize he had lost, even something that he never truly had the pleasure of owning. And all the hope that came with it.
The Soul Reaver shimmers with power, not being able to communicate any other way.
The elder’s skin begins cracking and flaking off, even as he steps back, stretching one arm out to stand his blade, to be in constant contact with it. Afraid to let it go for any reason. He makes little sound when two deep, vertical trenches formed upon his backside, even when a great force is pushing outward in them.
From under Kain’s hardened, golden hide is a surge of energy trying to free itself from him. Soon, larger chunks of his flesh is burned and lifted away by brilliant white light, hot as the sun itself to him. He endures it, closing his eyes and lifting his chin while wisps of his pale hair licks the space around him, pulled from its fastener. The force from under the cuts in his back now burst forth from his back - two rays of light in the very shape of wings.
He isn’t sure what is happening or why, but he can’t - and won’t - stop it.
The pain is only temporary.
No amount of clothing is left, save for Vorador’s signet ring still dressing the ear it was pierced upon. No golden, armor-like skin was left, no traces of bronzed razors upon his feet or hands. He becomes completely engulfed in light for seconds, until everything changes, flesh lifted away and Kain becomes - temporarily - just a bright silhouette holding up his sword.
The light cools down and fades, leaving Kain calm and balanced. The energy reveals now that he has undergone a complete transformation; from golden hide came cerulean flesh and razors to black talons and fingers. Now partially opened eyes completely gold, though his snowy white locks that fall around him remained the same. The old one can feel the the two extra limbs behind him now and curls them around him. The rays of light fade into a pair of iridescent black wings, much like the ones depicted on all the artwork around the citadel and those sported by Janos Audron.
As he breathes, several threads of divine light escape him and encircle his head, crowning him with an ever turning, golden halo. His eyes open completely, his blue-black claws curling around his one true possession and stretches his newly formed wings for the first time.
This is what he is now, standing pure and ascended as the Scion.
And he takes to it as if he always was, taking flight without hardship, into the dawn sky to finish what was started.
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“Pray tell me, does it make you feel so good to have the upper hand for this short time? When I can break it at any moment?”
Kain Whispers back, angrily and if he could hiss, he would. It seems like it’s not even enough of a threat to get his opponent to flinch or shrink back. His power is dwindling and it’s damn frustrating.
Then command goes through to him, and his body is rising once again on its own. Unintentionally, his eyes goes wide as he thinks of Umah and how the more he stalls the closer to death she will become, and his chances of gaining what information she has along will go along with her. He’s certain that Marcus had seen it, in his mind and upon his expression, and knew he’s got the old commander cornered.
The Bishop is next, and as much as Kain struggled it was to no avail. He let this one in, and he’ll not break free of the spider’s web just yet.
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@blutvorzeichen [ x ]
He did it. He did it!! Marcus knew that if he was persistent, patient, and looked for just the right moment, that he can get Kain. Absolutely no creature has their mind completely blocked off to him, not even the great Commander Kain. Hell, after this, he could try and find where that Cabal is located at and try his hand at Vorador next! But for now…
He has Kain exactly where he wants him. At attention and awaiting his command.
“Oh my, Kain… Do I sense a surrender~?” Marcus speaks softly using a teasing tone, his heart racing from their fight just moments before. He can tell that Kain is absolutely hating this, and the violence from before didn’t disappear even as the man is still and held against his will. The bells won’t be sounding off anytime soon, his concentration is absolute as he leers right through his captive.
“Maybe you’ll beg for mercy?” He speaks as he backs up a slightly safer distance from Kain, yet close enough that he can see Kain’s expression - his eyes the only thing the younger vampire has control over through his unseen binds. Marcus is tense, he has to be careful, for a simple mistake or slip and he might have an angry commander upon him again. Kain could very well break his spell, just like he had before and resist more.
So he’ll greatly enjoy this while he can. He’ll have some fun with Kain. Grinning madly, Marcus gives his first command, which he makes a verbal show of it on top of tugging at the leash on Kain’s mind.
“On your knees! Beg me to make the means of your discipline easy on your fragile body! Beg forgiveness!!”
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