Name: Denigoddess2001
Address: Denigoddess2001@yahoo.com
Date: 7/2/02 11:12:26 PM
Saga: A Whole New World
Episode: #3
Title: Raising Caine
Rating: R (for adult language)
Crossover: Gargoyles/Forever Knight/ Vampire: The Masquerade/ The Deniverse

Author's Note: I have borrowed somewhat from the game "Vampire: The Masquerade." That belongs to White Wolf. No infringement is intended. Gargoyles belong to Disney. However, everything original is MINE. Please do not use without permission. Lysander is my particular version of a Forever Knight character. You guess which one. Forever Knight isn't mine either...damn damn damn.

However, I have found an invaluable source book that gives extensive information on Vampires from around the world. I must recommend this book.

Melton, Gordon, J., THE VAMPIRE BOOK: THE ENCLOPEDIA OF THE UNDEAD, Visible Ink Press: Detroit and London, 1999.

I also wish to thank Dorian. Yes, he exists in real life. He is a third level Wiccan High Priest that has been very helpful in my research of the Wiccan Faith. Without his aid, this story would not have been possible. However, the character presented in this work is purely a work of fiction and is only INSPIRED by Dorian. No, I'm NOT Pagan. I'm born-again. I just have very Pagan-Friendly tendencies. It never hurts to keep an open mind. I'll figure out the truth when I'm dead.

I've taken great creative license with many things in this work. It is meant only for entertainment and I have no wish to offend any Pagan/ Wiccan readers. Questions, comments, glorious praise and flamboyant flames may be sent to the email address listed above.

This segment might confuse the hell out of some readers. Mardok was a god/ hero of Babylonian myth that destroyed Tiamet (the goddess of Chaos) before the world began. Please feel free to ask me questions. My email is Denigoddess2001@yahoo.com

Summary Thus Far: Several months have passed since the Great Exodus of all Terran Gargoyles to the planet Avalahaun. Daria has done her best to deal with the heartache and betrayal caused by the crimson Gargoyle that claimed her heart. The DeMahri Emissary assigned to their clan has arrived and wishes to see the world. Demetrius, clan leader (and Daria's younger brother) assigned her to act as liaison to the new Emissary. Grudgingly, she accepted the position and dragged her brother along in the proce

They ran into the Grand Shien (Top Dog) of the local Garou pack. He informed our heroic trio that things have changed a bit in the city since the Vampires had vanished. Now a new force to be reckoned with has appeared on the scene: Wikkans. They are group of mirebloods who practice the old Religion and dare to mix together with it other Magickal traditions. Daria's curiosity prompted her to test her abilities in new ways. Now, she is face to face with one of the Wikkans, Dr. Dorian Finn Ben'Drui. Is he enemy, friend or someone else with an agenda? Read on, gentle readers...Excelsior!

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"I know exactly who you are." Dorian sipped his wine and studied the young woman sitting before him. He placed a scroll on the table. Daria's eyes fell to the ancient document and they widened in horror.

"Where did you get this?" She asked softly reaching for the scroll.

"You recognize it?" She thought she saw a twinkling of sinister glee in Dorian's hazel eyes.

"Recognize it? I knew the Gargoyle who wrote it." She said in a voice colder than an Arctic winter.

She pulled opened the scroll and half-expected the ancient papyrus to crumble to dust beneath her fingertips. She cleared her throat and read aloud.

A COSMIC AND MARVELOUS OMEN APPEARED IN THE SMOKE AND ASHES OF THE CITY OF THE SOWER: A WOMAN GARBED IN A SEA OF LAVENDER, WITH CORN AND STARS BENEATH HER FEET AND A GARLAND OF TWELVE STARS UPON HER BROW.

SHE WAS LADEN WITH POWER AND CRIED OUT HER ANGUISH AS SHE BROUGHT FORTH THE END OF AN AGE. THERE WAS AN ABHORRENT SCARLET DRAGON AND WINGS OF PRECIOUS PLATINUM STOOD BESIDE HER. HIS TAIL SWEPT A THIRD OF THE STARS OUT OF THE SKY AND FLUNG THEM TO EARTH. THE DRAGON STOOD BEFORE OF THE NEREID OF BABYLON WHO UNLOOSED HER UNBRIDLED NECROMANCY, SO THAT HE MIGHT LIVE.

AND THERE WAS WAR IN HEAVEN. MICHAEL SENT FORTH HIS LOYAL ONES AND THE DRAGON AND THE DARK ANGELS DUELED WITHOUT END. SAVE, SHE WAS NOT STRONG ENOUGH AND THEY LOST THEIR PLACE IN HEAVEN. THEY HURLED THE GREAT DRAGON DOWN -THAT ANCIENT SERPENT CALLED THE MISCREANT, THE FORGOTTEN DAUGHTER SKYLARIS, AND AND AND WHO LEADS THE WHOLE WORLD ASTRAY. SO WAS SHE BANISHED FROM THE HEAVENS AND HER DARK ANGELS SO FELL WITH HER TO THE DEPTHS OF THE EARTH.

FROM THE DARKNESS OF TIME SO CAME THE BLACK WARRIOR. UPON HIS HEAD WAS A HORNED CROWN LIKE THOSE OF A SPIRALED UNICORN -YET THERE WAS NO INNOCENCE WITHIN HIM. HE HAD THE WINGS OF A DEMON WITH FEET AKIN TO THOSE OF A LION AND THE TAIL OF A SAVAGE DRAGON. THE DRAGON GAVE THE BEAST HER DOMINION AND ENDLESS SOVEREIGNTY. HE LED THE DARK ANGELS IN CARNAGE AGAINST THOSE MOST HOLY. ONE OF HIS MINIONS BLED FROM A FATAL WOUND, BUT THE FATAL WOUND FOUND HEALING. THE NEREID OF BABYLON BESTOWED IT UPON THE RED ONE.

ANGELS ABOUND UNITED AS ONE DENOMINATION TO BRING WAR AGAINST THE ALLIANCE. "COME, I WILL SHOW YOU THE GREAT RETRIBUTION OF THE HARLOT WITHIN THE FLASK. WITH HER, THE SOVEREIGNS OF THIS KEEP PERPETRATE CUCKOLDRY AND THOSE WHOM SHE SERVES ARE ENRAPTURED WITH THE LIBATION OF HER BALEFUL AND HIDEOUS SORCERY."

THE ANGEL BROUGHT ME FORTH TO THE MIDST OF A GREAT WILDERNESS. I SAW HER SEATED UPON A SCARLET BEAST COVERED WITH THE NAMES OF SKLARYIS' MINIONS. SHE WAS ADORNED IN PURPLE AND SCARLET AND DAZZLING WITH THE BLINDING GLEAM OF PRECIOUS METALS AND GEMS. WORDS WERE WRITTEN UPON HER BROW.

"THE NEREID OF BABYLON
THE MATRIARCH OF HARLOTS
"THE SLAYER OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH."

AND I SAW AN ANGEL FROM ON HIGH DESCEND FROM THE HEAVENS AND HELD WITHIN HIS GRASP THE BOOK OF THE ANCIENT WAYS. HE HELD WITHIN HIS HAND A HEAVY CHAIN. HE SEIZED THE DRAGON AS SHE SLUMBERED IN HER LAIR UPON THE MYSTICAL ISLE AND BOUND HER FOR A THOUSAND YEARS. TO A MORTAL MAGE, THE ANGEL SO GAVE THE GRIMORUM ARCANORUM AND COMMANDED HIM TO BIND HER WINGED MINIONS FOREVER INTO THEIR STONE SLUMBER.

WHEN THE MILLENNIUM CAME TO ITS END, THE MINIONS OF SKYLARIS SHALL BE LET FORTH INTO THE WORLD FROM THEIR PRISON AND WILL VENTURE INTO THE VAST DISTANCES. THEY SHALL GATHER THEIR DARK BRETHREN FOR BATTLE. THEY SHALL BRING ABOUT THE FIRES OF HEAVEN AND CAST THE ENDLESS ONES INTO AN ENDURING DARKNESS. AND THE THEY SHALL BE TORMENTED DAY AND NIGHT FOREVER UNTIL THE LAST STARS FALL FROM THE COSMOS TO EARTH.

BECAUSE OF THEIR ENDLESS TORMENT AND ABSENCE FROM THE WORLD, THE DEMONS OF THE ABYSS SHALL RISE FORTH AND CLAIM THE WORLD. CHAOS SHALL RISE FROM THE SALT WATERS OF THE NETHERWORLD AND RIGHTFULLY HER RIGHTFUL DOMAIN. AND THE NEIREID OF BABYLON SHALL BE THE HARBINGER OF THE MISTRESS OF THE ABYSS. THE BELOVED OF MARDOK SHALL TURN TRAITOR TO HER OWN BLOOD AND THE BALANCE OF AND THE SYMMETRY OF VIRTUE AND WICKEDNESS SHALL EVERLASTINGLY REMAIN AWRY AND GROTESQUE. FOR WITHOUT THE ENDLESS TO BRING ABOUT THE BALANCE OF VICE AND VIRTUE, SO SHALL THE DEMONS OF THE DEEP OF TIAMAT'S COMMAND CHRISTEN THE END OF DAYS FOR THE EARTH."

Daria's steady hand trembled. She dropped the scroll as if the very pages became fire and scalded her skin. "Where did you get this?"

"It was given to me by a mutual acquaintance, Ms. Damson. His name was Lysander." Dorian took another small sip of his wine. "He told me that I was to read this to you should he pass away. He told me that it meant something to you."

"It means nothing to me!" She spat.

"This is a translation of Rev-"

"Don't even go there." She leaned forward. "Those are lies perpetuated by the Humans who sought to sully the Goddess' good name. Some joker decided to change a few lines and make my mother in the great and powerful serpent."

"It was from Tacitus' own hand. It is one of the Qumran scrolls released to the Smithsonian in 1969. It was stolen and sold at silent auction and fell into the hands of Lysander in 1972. I have waited almost forty years for this scroll to come true. Because of you, it has."

"Nothing is written in stone...nothing." Daria slammed her fist on the table sending the goblet of wine flying into the air. "I don't know what kind of sick joke you're playing, Mister, but we're out of here."

"Daria," A hand came to lie on her shoulder. The gentle tone of Dorian's voice stopped her. "This is from the sixth scroll of Skylaris. Lysander told me that I must read it to you if he were to vanish for any reason. All of this has happened, the Illumination....your friend's resurrection from the dead, the black beast is none other than your brother. I know about the Wyvern's clan's thousand-year sleep. I know about your long-standing friendship with Lysander."

"Why are you reading this to me? Why now. He's dead. It's just a scroll."

"Because your clan is the only one who can restore the balance." Dorian spoke urgently. "My group can only contain the damage. We cannot hold back the Null Void much longer. It's you that must restore the balance of good and evil in the world."

"You are insane!" She almost screamed.

"Because of the vampires' absence, there is an imbalance in the manna of this planet. It has created a Null Void. That's all that Tiamat needs to lead her minions from Hell into this dimension and turn Earth into a wasteland."

"Listen to me, Tiamat was de-fanged and neutered long before I ever came along." Daria scowled. "Murdock saw to that."

"I mean not to interrupt, Sister." Demetrius' had a wild look in his eye. "What is this Human speaking about?"

"Long story made short." She tried to breathe. "The scroll he just read is one of the missing scrolls not found in the Tome of Tacitus. It's not there because I hid it. It was written by one of Skylaris' prophets and I found out about it. I stole it from his collection one night when he was asleep in southern Gaul. I gave it to Lysander for safekeeping so Tiamat wouldn't find out about it. What she didn't know wouldn't destroy the world."

"Lysander, the vampire?" Demetrius' wings flared in mention of the being's name.

"The one and the same."

"Who is Murdock?" Demetrius asked.

"He was a being of great power...to some: a god, to others; a king. To me, he was...someone I once cared about very deeply. When he died, I died with him that day." Daria couldn't return her brother's gaze. She wiped away the tears in her eyes. "He was someone of great power that trapped my sister in the abyss."

"You assisted him in that quest...did you not?" Demetrius feared the answer to his question.

"Damn straight I did." She cried defiantly. "She wanted to enslave the very people our mother sought to protect. She became Lucifer's consort, Demetrius. She sold herself to the Traitor so that she could defeat Mother and humiliate me. Now, she has a way to carry out that plan...no thanks to this mireblood named Dorian and his stupid meddling."

She returned her attention to Dorian. "By reading this, you've just told the entire world and every evil thing the way for Tiamat to get here. Thank you very fucking much."

"I had nothing to do with the vampires' destruction." Dorian said pointed. "However, it has created a Null void. The evil that is about to break through that void is growing more powerful each day because there is nothing here on this planet to fill that void. Lysander and his kind fulfilled that need and served that purpose. The Wikkans don't have the power to restore it."

Daria buried her face in her hands. "I know."

"We don't have that kind of power." Dorian rose from his chair. "I've read the Tome Of Tacitus and I've studied the ancient texts. I know you are the ancient one called Daru, the g-"

"Don't even go there." She stopped him.

"Daru?" Drakiel asked. "Who is Daru?"

"One who represented the brightness of the Goddess." Daria coughed as she choked on the words. "There are three dragons....the Green Dragon is Skylaris...the sacred Green Mother. There is the Black Dragon, Tiamat...who is the dark aspect...the bringer of chaos. Then there is the Damson Dragon, Daru... the bringer of judgment and balance."

"You are Daru?" Demetrius dropped his drink. The bottle of Old English shattered into tiny shards on the marble floor of the nightclub. He fell from his stool. "By the Dragon."

"You got that right. But, it was just a title. I've never been a dragon in my life. But it's a role that I'm meant to fill. Skylaris is the brightness and Tiamat the darkness. I'm in the middle. I keep everything just right so everything doesn't go out of whack. But, I never did get it quite right." Daria sighed.

"Unfortunately, you're right." Dorian left the table briefly. He returned with a broom and dustpan. Of their own accord, the broom danced in a lively pattern as it swept the broken pieces of bottle into the levitating dustpan.

"I think I understand." Drakiel said slowly. "This missing scripture is a piece of the Tome that was deliberately hidden because it spoke of dark times."

"Yes." Replied Dorian.

"Daria thought by hiding it, she would prevent Tiamat the knowledge she needed from escaping this...abyss as you call it...this prison."

"Yes." Daria sighed. "Give the boy a gold star. You have a talent for overstating the obvious, Barney."

"Because my people aided in the demise of these...vampires, as you call them, there is now a void in the natural balance between good and evil. You call this a "Null void.""

"Correct." Dorian pointed to the trashcan near the bar. The dustpan floated across the room and emptied its contents into the waste receptacle.

"This void will act as a portal and allow Tiamat and her dark army access to this world. She will take the place of the vampires in this dimension and destroy this world?"

"YES." Daria cried.

"Then, the answer is simple." Drakiel smiled.

"There is no way to stop this now." Daria fought the urge to slap the ridiculous grin off the DeMahri's face. "It was prophesied by Skylaris' golden boy, Tacitus. Tiamat shows up and destroys the world."

"Then we must fill the void." Drakiel's smile vanished. "We must bring back the vampires."

"You must be out of you fucking mind!" Daria shot off the bar stool and looked him soundly in the eye. "If we bring them back, they'll wage a war on Humanity. If we don't protect humanity, then All-Father will bring about the Tribulation. Complex, strange and weird....but it's a no-win situation."

"Think about it." Drakiel's tail thumped on the floor in contemplation. "Who says we need bring back all of them?" He took the scroll lying on the table and scanned the contents. He cleared his throat and read aloud. "BECAUSE OF THEIR ENDLESS TORMENT AND ABSENCE FROM THE WORLD, THE DEMONS OF THE ABYSS SHALL RISE FORTH AND CLAIM THE WORLD. CHAOS SHALL RISE FROM THE SALT WATERS OF THE NETHERWORLD AND RIGHTFULLY HER RIGHTFUL DOMAIN. AND THE NEIREID OF BABYLON SHALL BE THE HARBINGER OF THE MISTRESS OF THE ABYSS. THE BELOVED OF MARDOK SHALL TURN TRAITOR TO HER OWN BLOOD AND THE BALANCE OF AND THE SYMMETRY OF VIRTUE AND WICKEDNESS SHALL EVERLASTINGLY REMAIN AWRY AND GROTESQUE. FOR WITHOUT THE ENDLESS TO BRING ABOUT THE BALANCE OF VICE AND VIRTUE, SO SHALL THE DEMONS OF THE DEEP OF TIAMAT'S COMMAND CHRISTEN THE END OF DAYS FOR THE EARTH."

"And your point is?"

"For without the endless to bring about the balance of vice and virtue, so shall the demons of the deep of Tiamat's command christen the days of the earth...it doesn't say that it will happen, the scroll only says what will happen if there aren't vampires here to bring about the balance. Tiamat's conquest can be avoided." Drakiel pointed to the ancient Draconic script. "We need to bring back one vampire to hold the balance."

"Which one?"

"That is why I have been waiting for you for some time." Dorian interrupted their discussion. "There are a few suitable candidates that can be considered."

"Like who...Lysander? No way! He'd just create new ones."

"He isn't powerful enough any way." The Wikkan Priest stroked his beard in contemplation. "There is Methuselah."

"No, he was destroyed when Atlantis sank." Daria shook her head. "He died long before my time, but Lysander told me the legend of the first vampires. If you want one who's truly powerful...you have to way back."

"Daria..." Demetrius growled. "What are you thinking?"

"We need someone who is powerful enough to battle the most ancient of gods with enough integrity not to want that power for himself." Her voice fell to a low whisper. "Amongst the convocation, no one dares to mention his name. He was the first of the Endless, he was the one to beget scions."

"He went by many names. My people called him Utukku. Some called him...Caine." Her last word was a hoarse, choked whisper.

"You know the History of the Endless well." Daria nodded as he held his goblet up to her in silent toast. "Are you sure that you've never been emb-

"NO!" She hissed at him. "Vampires CAN NOT begat the Fae or the Djinni. Our Magick prevents it. Trust me, he tried and he ended up set on fire a couple of times for his trouble."

"Then, how do you know so much of their History?" Dorian challenged her.

"Lysander taught me well. He was lonely. His Scions didn't appreciate the richness of their heritage. I found it fascinating. I was too curious to pass up such a once-in-an-eternity opportunity. So, I listened and I learned." She admitted. "Anyway, to prevent my evil, twisted sister from taking over the world...it's simple: we bring a vampire back to life powerful enough to fill the null void and decent enough not to make any more of his kind. Just another typical day in the life of a Genie and her Gargoyle clan."

"How can you be so glib?" Dorian looked at her with disdain through his gold-rimmed spectacles.

"It's part of my charm."

"Sister, who is this..Utukku?" Demetrius needed to cut through the tension brewing between the Wikkan and the Djinni.

"You don't read your bible, do you?" Daria cast her brother a wicked smile rivaling that of Dorian's. "I've dealt with some pretty twisted people in my time, but this guy is the classic example of the dark, brooding, guilt-ridden anti-hero."

"Have you met him?" Dorian asked.

"Utukku?"

"Yes." The Wikkan leaned closer as if entranced by her words.

"Twice." She reclaimed her seat. "It was an unholy day. I cried. A friend died. It was a few years before I met Lysander. A Roman Centurion in Israel was my master at the time and he decided to poke a friend of mine in the side with his spear. So, I decided exact a little justice...I had learned about Utukku from a former master named Cappadocius. He had visited my mother's temple in Babylon on several occasions. He told me about Utukku and...his scions."

"What happened next?" Drakiel asked.

"The Centurion stabbed Jeshua in the side. I wasn't too happy about that. So, I decided that since All-Father wasn't doing His job, I'd do it for Him. Jeshua had told his friends not to intervene. He never told me that. So, I decided to let the Centurion think about it for a very long time: Eternity seemed long enough for what he had done to the gentlest man that ever walked the face of the Earth. So, I summoned Utukku and gave him the Centurion as a midnight snack."

"You turned an innocent man over to Caine to be...?" Dorian dropped his goblet. "How could you? What kind of creature are you?"

"One you don't want to piss off." Daria laughed darkly. "The Centurion killed someone that I loved dearly. I would have died for Jeshua if that damned carpenter would have let me." She returned his horrified stare. "About thirty years later, I was serving Lysander as his personal Djinni when his daughter Divia became ill. One of Lysander's three wishes was to bring her back to life. So, I summoned Utukku again. He...begat her."

"But you have raised the dead." Demetrius uttered. "Why couldn't you save her?"

"Lysander wanted her to be made 'forever free of sickness, injury, and infirmity.' Those were his exact words. I took them to heart and I summoned Utukku to do exactly that."

"Divia then begat Lysander." Dorian pieced together the sequence of horrific events.

"Yeah, I never counted on that. I regret that to this day. She ruined a perfectly good man and turned him into a perfectly bad vampire." She looked out the window. "It's almost sunrise. The shape-shifting spells will wear off soon."

"My dear, your concentration has been on other things for quite some time." Dorian chuckled. "Your brother and your friend regained their true forms midway through our conversation."

"Well, now you know another dark segment of my past. I summon vampires and condemn men to walk an eternity in darkness." Her voice was devoid of emotion. "Still want me to save the world?"

"You are the only who can. All of the other endless are dead. You are the only one left remaining knowing their Ways."

"True."

"You are the only one who knows the summoning incantation for bringing Caine...Utukku...back to this world."

"Again, true." She agreed. "But not easily done. The first two times, he was still flesh and bone. Now, he's long since been dead."

"Then you must summon his spirit." Dorian handed her the scroll. "At the bottom, there is an spell I found from in temple of Tiamat."

"I don't summon the Dead." Daria sputtered. "Summoning a vampire is one thing...but a dead vampire...no way. I'll take my chances with my older sister."

"You can hold your own, but humanity's fate lies in the balance because of your misuse of Magick." Dorian chided her. "You will need three things to summon your Tuck. First, you must have a bone of his father."

"One of Adam's bones." She chuckled. "Where am I going to get one of those?"

"That's your problem." Dorian riposted. "Secondly, you need a token of Utukku's power."

"Hmmm.... that could be anything."

Dorian flicked something in the air. Daria saw it glint in the moonlight. It landed in front of her and spun rapidly for several seconds. She looked at the small metallic disc lying on the table in front of her. In awe, she picked up the flat disk and held it up to the light.

"This is a coin."

"Yes." Dorian smiled at her as if she were a small child.

She flipped it over several times and studied the design. "Is this coin from Utukku's Kingdom?"

"Legend says it is. I found it in Lysander's belongings along with the scroll. He said you would understand if I mentioned the term "First City."

"Oh, yeah." She let out a low whistle. "Unfortunately, I do."

"The final thing you need is blood of his scion." Dorian handed her a small vial containing a deep crimson liquid. "This also belonged to Lysander. Again, he informed me that you would need it."

"His blood." She took the vial from Dorian. "Who knows how long he had this? It could be decades old."

"Sister, you must think about what you are contemplating." Demetrius said as the first rays of dawn touched his skin. She watched her brother blur and shimmer like a desert mirage as he assumed his human form. "This is sheer madness."

"I'm still making amends for the wrongs I've committed." Daria said sadly. She stashed the coin and the vial in her jeans pocket. "We have to go home."

"I agree." He brother crossed his arms. "You have been listening to this lunatic far too much."

"No, little brother, I haven't." She looked in Dorian's direction. "I knew this day would come. I just didn't think it'd be so soon. He's told me things only Lysander knew. He's right, this is my fuck-up and I have to fix it."

"Where you go, I go. Where you lead I shall follow." Demetrius stood beside her. "I will follow you into the bowels of Hades. We are clan."

"You don't know what you're saying...."

"I have looked the god of War in the face and survived. I have battled Death and have one. Victory did not come with might...but with love for my beloved Wren. You and I shall face this crisis as our clan has all others: with love and loyalty."

"None of this makes any sense." Drakiel cradled his brow in his hands. "I have a throbbing headache."

"No, you have a hang-over." Daria covered her mouth to stifle several chuckles.

"So, what will you be doing now?" Dorian asked.

"We'll be raising Caine."

TO BE CONTINUED.