A/N: This is a new, renamed and edited version of an old fiction I wrote 10 years ago. I like to think my writing has majorly improved since then, now that I'm in my late twenties and not 16. I have left the old fiction up in case anyone who reads this is interested, however please take it for what it was at the time. This version will have many more chapters added to it that should've been in my old story. I will be doing my best to keep it as lore friendly as I can, but it will still have twists in it from my own character and the world I created to go along with the Legacy of Kain one. Thank you for reading, please review, I welcome constructive criticism (but not insults). Thank you again and I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legacy of Kain in any way.


Destiny Ensnared

Prologue

There is a magical operation of maximum importance; the initiation of a new aeon. When it becomes necessary to utter a word the whole planet must be bathed in blood... - Blood Omen Opening.

Kain P.O.V.

"You have won the battle… but the war… between your kind and mine… will never end. Our banishment… in the demon dimension… also ensures our immortality… one day… we shall return…"

I push down on the Reaver's hilt, forcing the blade further into what is left of the Sarafan Lord's body, never moving my gaze away from his glowing, demonic eyes. "Should your kind breach that place of banishment again, I will be waiting."

The Sarafan Lord laughs through gritted teeth, then winces in pain, clutching at the hole in his abdomen that has the Reaver still buried in it. "You will not live that long…"

As he rattles off his final breaths, the light dimming in his eyes, I grab the hilt and pull the Reaver from his body with ease causing flecks of his blood to splatter around us. I kneel next to him and whisper in his ear. "I have lived long enough to dispose of you." The Sarafan Lord lets out one final breath and his body goes limp, crumpled in a heap with his blood congealed in a dark pool around him. It is finally over. I stand back up, using the Reaver to assist me and look around. I must leave. Now. The tremors from the destruction of the Hylden Gate are becoming quicker and more forceful. I sheath the Reaver on my back in the place it has always belonged as I begin to run towards the exit. I need to get out before I too become buried and forgotten. I find many thoughts rushing through my head. The Sarafan Order, now leaderless, will begin to disband, becoming nothing more than a memory once again. The ones who remain behind will succumb to my rule, their only options being to assimilate or be executed. I can make use of the Glyph energy they have left behind, of course. It will assist with the rebuilding projects that must begin upon my return to the mainland.

I finally reach the exit, and look back one final time. The gate is exploding, green flashes of light birthing from it; the heat and light unbearable. I take my leave, refocusing my thoughts on the future. I shall start here in Meridian, and once my army is back to the strength it was 200 years ago before the rise of the Sarafan Lord and his wretched order, I shall march on the whole of the land. At last, all of Nosgoth shall be mine.


As I walk across the bridge away from the fortress that once was the Hylden City a final implosion occurs behind me. I feel the tremors beneath my feet and hear the faint screams of the Hylden populace still left in this world as their lives are extinguished now that the link between our worlds has been severed. I breathe a sigh of triumph. I won. They are finally gone, ridden from this plane as they were so very long ago. I briefly think of Janos, how he is now doomed to live in that Hell of his own making. It doesn't bear thinking about, to imagine what is becoming of him in there. An immortal legend he was across Nosgoth now reduced to nothing more than a forgotten story.

I reach the boat that brought me here, my steps echoing off the wooden plank as I begin to board. "Peasant!" I scan the ship and see that the helmsman who brought me here has disappeared. I take a couple more steps across the helm, stopping at the wheel. I face forward, hands behind my back, looking over the ruins of the Hylden City from where I stand on board. More and more of the city is collapsing in on itself. "I know you're hiding. Come out now, we must leave. Unless you wish to perish here with these... monsters." I hear a scuffling, some clanging, and then the sound of a man being winded. I turn and see the helmsman in a heap on the floor, desperately trying to get back onto his feet. He half crawls, half runs towards the ships wheel. I step back to leave him some room as he lunges at the wheel, grabbing the knobs around the edges. He rushes to start the engine, fingers pulling levers this way and that. I lean into his ear. "Quickly now, we don't have much time." He fumbles with a final lever, then the engine roars into life. The helmsman lets out a relieved sigh, and begins to back the ship out of the Hylden City's port. We're on our way home. "Inform me when we return to the Wharves." The man nods, and I turn away heading towards the Captain's cabin.

I enter the cabin and shut the door behind me. Peace at last. At least for now. I remove the Reaver from my back and place it gently on the Captain's dresser, taking in the beauty of this magnificent blade. You have found your way back to me, my old friend. I move to the feather bed and lie down, realising now just how exhausted I am. My thoughts begin to wander, and they finally fall onto Umah. What were those words she said to me during that moment she took from me the Nexus Stone, sealing her fate? She asked how my rule would differ to that of the Sarafan Lord. I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh. If you had lived, Umah, you would have learned the difference. She also mentioned, almost longingly, that she wished things would've been otherwise for us before she disappeared further into the Wharves. Was she implying that she felt for me as I had for her? You should have trusted me.

I let go of all thoughts, and begin to dream.