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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 albina chap, he had been attacked
time an 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." He held the child in his arms. "From here on in, you shall be known as
Fargo Adrian Tepes."
********************
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..."
*****************
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.
Send all C&C to Trodamus@yahoo.com, since my FFML account is usually clogged to hell by old posts *grin*