This was actually prompted by Son of Eve. Kain belonged to Silicon Knights.
BTW: There's a petition to try and convince Eidos to make a new Legacy of Kain game. One place you can find the address is in my profile. Spread the link.
Kain sat in the corner of a pub, scowling at his drink in disdain. Roughly a year ago he had ordered an ale, but an uncooperative barkeep and other circumstances had kept him from it. Now, in a different bar, Kain finally had his ale but couldn't enjoy it. He was grateful at least for the caution that caused him to tentatively sample the beverage. The fluid burned his lips so severely that even if he did enjoy the effects, it simply was not worth the pain.
A conversation drifted across the pub. Kain had made his fateful decision several weeks ago, but already he was tiring of people discussing the collapse of the Pillars. Kain left his ale and stepped out into the cool night air. He was more likely to find and enjoy a drink in peace out here than in the pub.
Later, his thirst slaked, Kain still found himself brooding outside of the pub. The man's drunkenness had given his blood a sour flavor, but it hadn't affected Kain in the slightest. He could sense that even if he consumed the blood of every man that left that pub, it would be no different.
Kain was about to leave when he noticed someone being forcibly thrown out of the door. "Stop bothering my customers," the barkeep shouted.
Kain watched as the figure brushed the dust from his cloak. There was something about the attitude of this man. He didn't have a noble bearing, but still he carried himself with a certain pride. There was something familiar in those movements.
As the cloaked figure walked past, Kain mentioned, "The lack of hospitality in taverns never ceases to amaze me."
"It happens all the time." The figure turned, revealing a youthful face under his hood. "Excuse me sir, but I'm looking for a man by the name of Kain."
Kain tensed under his cloak, but maintained his composure. This boy was barely a threat. "Why are you looking for him?"
The boy seemed surprised, as if this were the first time that anyone showed interest in his quest. "He's my father."
Kain had enjoyed the company of many brothel girls in his lifetime, women who only knew his name because he loved the sound of it when screamed, but the children of such unions could never truly know which of his mother's many guests had inspired them.
Another face surfaced among Kain's memories. They were both young, barely old enough to commit such acts, much less understand them. Kain had never regretted coercing her into it, but the potential aftermath of that union did intrigue him now. Already Kain had learned that the dead do not create life.
"Tell me about yourself," Kain requested, not yet willing to reveal any real information of his own.
"Do you know who him or not?" the boy demanded.
"I might," Kain admitted. "Who was your mother? What did she tell you about your past?"
"Her name was Liora," the boy admitted. "She was a servant to the house of Stuart."
Yes, this was the woman that Kain remembered. His family had sent her away with a reasonable dowry when she began to show. What happened to her afterward had been beyond his concern.
Kain was no longer a man, much less the man he once was. Already he could sense that he was on the cusp of a very long existence, but yet it did not leave time for concern over a mortal.
"I did know the man you are seeking." Kain spoke firmly. "He is no more."
The boy seemed crestfallen, but he said, "I wish I had known him."
"Follow me," Kain offered. "I think I can help you."