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BETWEEN MASTER AND LIEUTENANT

It’d been a long night. The council chamber now dim and quiet, Raziel lingered outside beneath the pale, cold moonlight. The night was still, but his thoughts weren’t—expectations, pressure, the endless war. He felt raw. Stretched thin.

Kain had burdened him with tasks—none of them simple. One misstep and punishment would follow. Kain’s cruelty was legend.

Raziel didn’t notice the figure behind him until he heard the voice—low, dark, enveloping.

“Raziel.”

He stiffened. Kain never announced his presence until it suited him. By the time Raziel turned, Kain had already sat beside him on the warm stone steps.

“My lord,” Raziel murmured, unsure whether to rise or remain seated.

“You’re not attending to your tasks,” Kain said sharply. “Why?”

“I needed a moment. To think.”

Kain was silent, gaze forward. Then, without warning, his clawed hand reached out and brushed against Raziel’s fingers—lightly, idly. Not affectionate, but curious.

Raziel froze.

“I didn’t think you were the type to linger in moonlight,” Kain murmured, still touching his knuckles. “You’ve always struck me as…dutiful. Predictable.”

That touch—so subtle, so deliberate—ignited something in Raziel. He swallowed. “Even duty requires moments to breathe.”

“Indeed, it does.” Kain’s tone changed, lower, intimate. “Perhaps you should linger in the moonlight more often. It flatters you.”

Raziel’s cheeks flushed. Heat bloomed sharp and sudden. It was absurd—how easily Kain’s words affected him.

Kain noticed. Raziel didn’t dare look at him.

Slowly, Kain withdrew his hand. The absence was worse than its presence.

This is just an excerpt from a longer fanfiction.

Full fanfiction ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65936224

five kudos and i will write the second chapter

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Blades and Burdens

Legacy of Kain Fanfiction

TW: Self Harm

One fortunate morning however, his restless state took over his mind allowing him to rest properly. As soon as he woke up, it was dark outside, pouring heavy rain, Raziel was late to the council meeting. Though, he made no haste to get ready, he didn’t truly care within that moment.

Raziel sat up on his bed staring out the window, pondering whether or not if it was even worth getting of bed tonight. He knew what the council will entail, he knew how disappointed and enraged Kain will be once Raziel enters the council’s chambers, he knew it all. After all, Raziel knew he was already late for council. And if that was inevitable, then why not delay it further, and personal punishment out of the way first.

Raziel glanced at the dagger lying on top of his nightstand, and then back at his day old injuries, and then took a deep sigh from the back of his throat, he picked up the dagger with his left hand and began to cut deeply at his skin on his arm. His vampiric blood began to spill. He knew it’d heal relatively fast, but at least it’ll numb him for a little while until the pain starts gnawing at him like it normally does.

When the final cut was made, Raziel exhaled his blood had spilled onto his bare thigh. He grabbed the nearest cloth and began to wipe the blood away. How shameful Raziel thought bitterly. He was sitting on his bed wearing nothing but his undergarments bleeding himself dry. Like a pathetic mortal wretch.

With an annoyed groan, he tossed the bloodstained cloth aside and then before getting up, he rolled his shoulders, feeling the dull ache of old wounds and the fresh sting of his latest self-inflicted marks finally forced himself to move. He stood, moving toward his wardrobe.

He stood, stretching his weary limbs, then moved toward the simple wooden chest at the far end of the room. He flipped open the lid, retrieving a pair of dark trousers, and pulled them on without ceremony. The fabric clung slightly to his skin where blood had dried, but he ignored it. There were greater discomforts to endure tonight.

Next came his armor. Raziel lifted the heavy pauldrons from where they rested against the wall, fitting them over his bare shoulders with practiced ease. The cold weight was grounding in its own way, though it did little to shake the lingering exhaustion from his body. He tightened the straps with deft fingers before slipping on his gauntlets, the metal cool against his wrists.

Finally, he moved to the small mirror mounted above his nightstand, regarding his reflection with dull interest. His dark hair was tangled from restless tossing in bed, strands clinging stubbornly to his damp skin. With one hand, he combed through the knots, working them free with methodical precision. Normally, he would tie it back to maintain some semblance of composure, but tonight, there was no point. He would be back in bed before sunrise—assuming he could even rest again after the council.

His fingers stilled against his scalp for a moment before he exhaled sharply, dropping his hand. The meeting was inevitable. Kain’s disappointment, inevitable. Raziel knew he could not delay any longer.

With one last glance at himself—at the bloodied cloth discarded on the floor, at his tired reflection—he turned, stepping toward the door.

Notes: hii everyone! i have the second half of this fanfiction written out, but i have not uploaded this to ao3 just yet. this fanfiction is still a WIP lmk if u guys want me to continue!

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I don't ship them, but they are fun to write about.

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Hi guys, for those that saw my last post which was a Kain x Raziel fanfiction. I was wondering how you guys wanted to see it continued, here is what I was thinking:

Scenario 1: There is a council meeting and Kain hasn’t acknowledged Raziel at all both the night of them kissing and hasn’t made any suggestive glances towards Raziel during the council meeting and when Raziel’s mind isn’t on the task at hand, kain subtly tells raziel to stop thinking about “trivial” stuff and Raziel thinks kain didn’t care about what happened between them.

Scenario 2: It’s after the council meeting and Raziel finishes doing the tasks Kain has sent him off to do, but afterwards he pays Kain a visit and they begin to talk.

post for those that don’t know/remember: https://www.tumblr.com/vstarlightt/776136370679873536/the-taste-of-his-defiance

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The Taste of His Defiance

Raziel x Kain fanfiction

The sunlight crept through the grand windows of Kain’s lavish quarters, casting soft shadows across the expansive bed. Kain and Raziel lay apart, though their presence was undeniable, like two forces locked in a silent standoff. The room was thick with unspoken tension, neither of them acknowledging the other as they lay on their sides, staring at the wall.

“Raziel.” Kain broke the silence, his voice filled with irritation.

“Yes, my Lord?” Raziel rolled his eyes, he didn’t want to speak to Kain right now, not after their disagreement.

With a heavy sigh laced with disappointment, Kain spoke once more: “I must say Raziel, I am quite disappointed in your progress last night, I had expected my Right Hand to clearly listen to my commands from last night, but alas, you cannot seem to follow the most simplest of instructions. A pity, really.”

“Are we really doing this now Kain? It’s morning, I am exhausted, can’t you just let this go?” Raziel groaned, silently pleading in his head that Kain would indeed let the topic be laid to rest. Raziel was aware of how he disappointed Kain last night, and how his plan backfired on him, he did not need another reminder.

Kain’s fingers began to clench the sheets, as though he was suppressing his anger, but instead, replaced it with sarcasm. “Exhausted? Ah, yes, of course. Any one of my lieutenants would be exhausted if they decided to go against my commands and just decided to do their own thing. Things would have gone a lot smoother if you just stuck with the plan, Raziel.”

Raziel let out a heavy sigh, he did not want to argue with Kain right now, he didn’t even want to be in the same room as Kain let alone share a bed with him. Raziel knew Kain was right about last night, but he could never admit that. Kain already had enough satisfaction of seeing him fail, Kain didn’t need him to audibly admit that as well.

Raziel exhaled sharply finally speaking, rubbing his temples. “Yes, my Lord. Next time, I’ll obey without question. I’ll hang onto your every word, cling to your orders like some desperate fledgling. Perhaps I should just let you shove your tongue down my throat while you’re at it—”

Silence.

Raziel froze. His entire body went rigid as his own words replayed in his mind, horror dawning upon him like a slow-moving catastrophe.

Kain, who had been seething only moments before, suddenly went very still. Then, with an eerie sort of calm, he shifted onto his side, golden eyes now locked onto Raziel with an unreadable expression. His gaze swept over Raziel’s stiffened form, taking in the way his fingers were now digging into the sheets, the way his shoulders tensed as if he wanted to disappear into the mattress.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Kain’s lips. “I beg your pardon?”

Raziel’s face began to flush, his fists clenched. “My Lord…” Raziel begun, trying to find the words to rectify this travesty situation unfolding in front of him.

“Mm?” Kain smirked at Raziel once more, patiently waiting for Raziel to explain himself.

Raziel’s face flushed even more, Raziel sat up, his gaze facing away from Kain’s. Raziel was not ready for this conversation, he was not ready to truly unveil his feelings for his Master. “My Lord, I assure you, you misconstrued my words. What I meant was—“

Kain sat up, and placed a singular finger underneath Raziel’s chin, interrupting Raziel’s sentence for Raziel to look up at Kain. “Misconstrued? What a shame Raziel, I was looking forward to entertaining that desire for you.”

Raziel spoke, his feigning indifference, though the excitement of the possibility slightly seeped through. “My Lord, surely you jest, I am your Right Hand, it’d be unbecoming of someone in my position to be fooling around with you.”

In truth, Raziel didn’t care. He didn’t care that it was unbecoming for him. All he wanted in this moment was Kain’s tongue down his throat and Kain’s hands on him. But he could never properly express that desire aloud to his Lord. After all, they had their roles to play. Kain’s job was to oversee his lieutenants, and the fate of Nosgoth. As for Raziel, his job was to simply be by Kain’s side and serve. A relationship between them would never work, there was just simply not enough time for the both of them.

“Hm, is that how you truly feel Raziel?” Kain removed his finger from Raziel’s jaw and gently moved Raziel’s hair away from his face.

Raziel couldn’t speak, between the constant feeling of being flustered and Kain taunting him. Raziel couldn’t tell it Kain was just toying with him, or if he truly meant his words.

For a while, which was only a few seconds but really felt as though it were millennium, Kain and Raziel just stared at each other.

Kain moved his head closer, moving his lips to Raziel’s ear and then whispered: “Why so quiet, Raziel?” Kain’s was voice smooth, with a hint of playfulness. His fingers continued to gently run through Raziel’s hair as though he was brushing it for him. “You had do much to say before Raziel, could it be that you’re embarrassed? Or are you perhaps afraid of saying what you truly want from me?”

Raziel’s throat tightened, he couldn’t think straight, not when Kain was gradually sating his inner most desires. Of course he was embarrassed, how could he not be? He just accidentally confessed a secret he’d been harboring for ages.

“Ah, apologies my Lord, I just find this whole situation amusing is all.” Raziel said, his voice steady, even though his undead heart was pounding through his chest hard and fast. “It’s ridiculous to me that you’re taking such an interest in teasing me for a slip of tongue.”

Kain pulled back from Raziel’s ear, his eyes gazing into Raziel’s. “Oh? A “slip of tongue?” Ah, yes, I am sure that is quite it. Though, I am sure you want to slip that tongue of yours somewhere else.” Kain placed a finger on Raziel’s bottom lip, as though he suggesting to Raziel what he meant.

Raziel’s jaw clenched. He wanted to argue with Kain, but he couldn’t. Every touch, set fire to every nerve in his wake. And yet, he reveled in Kain’s touch, he watched as Kain’s fingers trailed down his collarbone and then stopped.

“I wonder, Raziel.” Kain murmured shifting closer to Raziel. “How you’d react to me calling out your bluff.” Kain’s fangs moved close to Raziel’s neck, barely grazing.

Raziel’s heart pounded, but still pretending to feign indifference, but his voice leaking a faint nervousness “You wouldn’t…”

Kain’s smirk in response and before Raziel could say anything else, Kain closed the distance between them. Their lips met—slow at first, as if Kain were savoring the moment, drawing out the inevitable surrender Raziel would never voice aloud.

Raziel tensed, every instinct screaming at him to resist, to shove Kain away and put an end to this madness. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Instead, he found himself leaning in, his fingers curling into the sheets as Kain’s lips pressed more firmly against his own.

The kiss was deliberate, consuming—like everything Kain did. He didn’t demand, didn’t force; he simply took, knowing that Raziel would give. And Raziel did, parting his lips just slightly, just enough for Kain to deepen the kiss, for his fangs to graze against Raziel’s lower lip in a silent, possessive promise.

Raziel reached for Kain, tangling his fingers into silver-white strands, gripping just tight enough to draw a pleased hum from him

Kain pulled back first, though not by much, his forehead against Raziel’s, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“Mm,” Kain mused, running a thumb over Raziel’s swollen lips. “Perhaps next time, you’ll watch your words more carefully.”

Raziel, breathless and thoroughly undone, could only glare in response.

Kain chuckled, brushing a final kiss against the corner of Raziel’s mouth before pulling away entirely. He settled back onto his side of the bed, his expression maddeningly pleased.

Raziel, still reeling, turned onto his back, staring at the ceiling with wide, stunned eyes.

AO3 next chapter coming possibly:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63213406