AN: So I had this on my hard drive for quite some time but never noticed it. Sorry! But I am still working on this and it will get completed at some point.

Life, or what passed for life for vampires, had suddenly become terrifyingly easy. It made Kain think and rethink his decision to allow Baal to help him so closely but he just could not allow such a valuable asset leave. Who knew where Baal would go or what he would do. He might be recruited to the wrong side and Kain just couldn't let that happen. Kain knew he needed to keep a firm grip on such power. With that realization, he also knew that he was really at the whim of said power.

Kain eyed the portal. Baal told Raziel that it led to Mortainus in a better time frame than the one they were currently in. While Kain believed this, he worried at how easily Baal had conjured the portal.

"No, you stay here." Kain said, finally coming to a decision.

"What?" Raziel replied sounding scandalized.

Kain's real reason for having his son stay was two fold. One was "I need to you stay here. Keep an eye on Janos and Vorador. I do not trust either but you seemed to have a relationship with Janos that just may get us our Prophecies." The second was that Baal did not talk to Kain when Raziel was around and Kain needed to know exactly what the Hybrid was saying.

Raziel sighed but agreed and Kain led Baal through the portal.

The sense of disorientation was familiar and felt right. Wherever, or whenever, Baal had sent them, the vortex felt like the others Kain had used.

With each passing miracle Kain found himself believing in Baal more and more and that might be a problem if Kain was wrong.

Stepping out of the portal, Kain located Baal before moving on. It was more important to know where the Hybrid was than to know where the portal had set him. The blue Hylden looked around for a moment before heading off to, Kain assumed, find Mortainus. They walked down completely empty hallways with tall suits of Saraphan armor filling the niche between each stained window. There were no voices drifting down to them, no sounds of footfalls, armored or otherwise, echoing down to their ears. The Great Sanctuary of the Saraphan seemed completely abandoned.

Except for the light that was glowing softly out of one room. Baal walked right up to the open threshold but did not enter. He simply stood there, waiting Kain realized. He was waiting for the vampire to go first. And once Kain stepped over the threshold, Baal followed him.

Seated at a large desk of dark oak was none other than the Necromancer himself. The Guardian had his back to them when they entered but he had noticed them. He stopped working and lifted his head ever so slightly. "What brings you here, Kain?" he asked, voice deep and, Kain was now old enough to notice, completely broken.

"The Ancient's Prophecies. I need to know what they say about the Three," Kain said, feeling strangely drained in the presence of his creator.

Mortainus turned and drew back a little at not Kain but at the sight of Baal. "My Gods. You have survived?" Baal, for his part, paid the human no attention.

"He has and thus far has been invaluable in aiding me," Kain spoke, voice commanding, hoping to draw the Death Guardian's attention back to him. The Scion was finding it harder to keep everyone's attention on himself when traveling with Baal but he needed the hybrid with him. "But now I am in need of you, Mortainus, for you once studied with the Ancients and know something of their prophecies."

The Guardian turned to look at his yet to be created undead son. "I know who and what you are, Kain, Scion of Balance, even though I have not yet made you. In fact, your visit is well timed; six of our Circle are in session deep within this very stronghold. Moebius has taken Malek to see to something else. Just what I am not sure. But this does mean we can talk with out being molested for our troubles." He stood and leaned forward to light one of the many candles that covered part of his desk. Clearly, Mortainus had spent long hours here, working on something without the aid of the sun to illuminate his workspace as a good sized portion of his work table had been completely over taken by melted wax, some of the used candles so old they had combined into the table to fill in all the cracks and scratches in the grain of the ancient wood. The room was otherwise just as any room in the damnable stronghold; comprised of stone all around and ill lit, it made for a poor study.

Baal ran a hand along the rough stones of the wall and slowly stopped to stare into the flame of the newest lit candle; something in its flicker of light seemed to hold the hybrid captive. Both Kain and Mortainus watched him for a moment before his pose became that of stone and they moved on to discuss the reason for Kain's early arrival.

"The Ancients' had many prophecies; only one mentioned the Three. They are the Scion, the Seer and the Sacrifice."

"I know that part," Kain said, starting to feel as though he were running around in circles.

Mortainus seemed to ignore him. "The Scion is you, clearly. You will rebalance the world with the Pillars at its heart. By your powers, the vampires will retake the world and there will be complete harmony." He took his seat again and pulled out a yellowed piece of parchment. "The Scion is the only clear stated one. The other two are hinted at. I have pieced parts together and I believe the Sacrifice is the soul from the Reaver blade. I am not sure how-"

"Baal has already pulled the soul out."

The only human in the room glanced at the still Baal before continuing. "I believe the Seer is Baal."

Kain frowned. "How did you get that?"

"The Seer is part of both the Scion and Sacrifice. You are one of the last vampire guardians. Baal is one of the last of his kinds as well. Janos may be dead now but the way time plays out, he will be revived. Thus making Baal one of the last Ancients. Then there is the Hylden Seer, again making Baal one of the last Hylden," Mortainus explained.

"You believe that this dual nature makes Baal," Kain had to pause to remember just what he had been told, "both a continuation and a pawn?"

"Baal once told me that I was a pawn just as he was. But while I am being used by a malevolent entity, Baal is following the whims of a more pure and uncorrupted force." He stopped talking for a moment, a strange look in his eyes. "I believe one of the voices Baal can hear is the Wheel of Fate."

Kain felt his shoulders stiffen. He recalled standing on the Wheel of Fate; had it appeared sentient to him? If he had really listened, could he had heard a voice talking however softly? No, it had appeared to him a dead stone slab, incapable of communication. There had been no sound in that chamber, not even his own voice had sounded to his ears.

But sound was coming to them now: foot falls from the hallway. Mortainus froze; clearly this was not part of his plan. Kain glanced at the door, unsure of what to do. Depending on who it was, he could kill them, but the Saraphan Stronghold held several people he could not.

The foot steps were coming closer and increasing in volume as seconds passed. Kain shifted his weight and reached for the Reaver slung across his shoulders, ready to dispatch whomever came through the door. But as his talons tightened on the grip, the person's scent reached his keen nose and he hissed at the familiar smell of smoke, rancid oils and dust. Moebius was the one approaching.

If the Time Streamer saw him here, now, centuries early, any edge Kain had gained with Baal would be destroyed and that filthy beast hanging above the Wheel of Fate would know. But nothing was coming to him to save the situation. No idea of what to do; with nowhere to hide and no time to run, Kain was starting to be concerned for their situation. However, as the blasted Streamer appeared at the doorway, Kain found himself suddenly behind Baal with midnight wings held away from both of them, blocking Moebius' view.

As Mortainus addressed his fellow Guardian, Kain noticed a couple pure white feathers buried among the blue black expanse of Baal's two pairs of wings.

"Moebius! What-?" Mortainus started but Moebius shook his serpentine staff at him, cutting him off.

"Don't bother with the pleasantries, Death keeper, tragedy has struck," the bald man snapped, not even glancing around the room. But still how could he miss the two large figures in the corner? "That pestilence Vorador has ambushed our fellow Pillar Guardians. Inside our very stronghold."

Something in Mortainus' posture dropped; his mouth opened, but no sound came from it. He seemed in shock at what Moebius was implying. "What?"

"Vorador has massacred six of our number. Malek is fortunate enough to only be cracked over the helm by the vampire," Moebius continued, as indifferent to his remaining Guardian's shock as to the two vampires not four feet from him. Why did he not see Kain and Baal? "We have also lost Malek's finest inquisitors."

Mortainus stood, looking about ready to kill, and Kain suddenly realized when he was; Vorador's massacre of the Circle and the deaths of six of the Saraphan could only place the era he now inhabited as almost half a millennia before his birth. As to what killed the six inquisitors, only an enraged Raziel could have done that in this time. Kain checked himself before laughing out loud; whatever magic was keeping him and Baal from being noticed by the Streamer would should not cover something so noticeable as his deep chuckle.

Moebius seemed to realize he had pushed Mortainus to his limit with his news. "I will leave you to collect your thoughts," and he left.

Mortainus closed the giant doors to his study and leaned against the wood. "I sometimes think Moebius does not realize that only he has enough time to come to grips with every tragedy before it transpires. I must morn my fellow Guardians but after." His white eyes turned to frown at the pair in the corner. "Why could Moebius not see you?"

Blind men only see what God sees fit to gift them.

Kain sighed at the riddle and stepped out from behind the Hylden's wings. "What does that mean?"

The beast can only see what it looks for. Baal bared his teeth and pulled his wings tight to his suddenly ridge body as the Hylden decided to speak up once more.

Dead men tell no tales.

Remember sight from memory.

The Wheel with always turn.

No help there.

Nor none here.

Blind Gods leading blind men.

Kain glanced at Mortainus who was frowning even more. "Baal, are you telling us that Moebius can only see what the Elder God allows him to see. And as the God can not see you, Moebius can not see you?"

It was a Hylden voice that answered. Smart one this.

The two Guardians looked at each other. "Well that's something, at least."

"The Three, Mortainus," Kain reminded gently.

"Yes, you are the Scion, Baal is the Seer, and whatever poor retch was in the Reaver is the Sacrifice," Mortainus muttered, shakily taking his seat again. "There is a ceremony that can rest reality, so something akin to that. It is all very vague. But the Seer is used as a catalyst and conduit for the Wheel to rewrite reality." The human looked up and met Kain's inhuman` gaze. "I am sorry, but prophecies are always so vague and this one can be interpreted in so many ways. I wish I could be of more help." He glanced at the door before leafing through his desk. "This is everything I have on it. Good luck, Scion." He handed Kain the worn parchment from before. "I wish I could have had more to do with the salvation of Nosgoth."

Kain took the parchment and nodded. "You have done more to aid in Her salvation that you may realize. Good bye, Mortainus."