Raziel:
Kain is deified. The Clans tell tales of Him. Few know the truth. He was mortal once, as were we all. However, His contempt for humanity drove him to create me, and my brethren.
I am Raziel, first-born of His lieutenants. I stood with Kain and my brethren at the dawn of the empire. I have served Him a millennium. Over time, we became less human and more ...divine. Kain would enter the state of change and emerge with a new gift. Some years after the master, our evolution would follow. Until I had the honor of surpassing my lord. For my transgression, I earned a new kind of reward...
agony.
There was only one possible outcome - my eternal damnation. I, Raziel, was to suffer the fate of traitors and weaklings - to burn forever in the bowels of the Lake of the Dead.
Kain:
Cast him in.
Raziel:
Tumbling, burning with white-hot fire, I plunged into the depths of the abyss. Unspeakable pain... relentless agony... ... time ceased to exist... ... only this torture... and a deepening hatred of the hypocrisy that damned me to this hell.
An eternity passed, and my torment receded, bringing me back from the precipice of madness. The descent had destroyed me... and yet I lived.
Elder God:
Raziel... You are worthy.
Elder God:
I know you, Raziel. You are worthy.
Raziel:
What madness is this? What pitiful form is this that I have come to inhabit? Death would be a release, next to this travesty.
Elder God:
You did not survive the abyss, Raziel. I have only spared you from total dissolution.
Raziel:
I would choose oblivion over this existence!
Elder God:
The choice is not yours.
Raziel:
I am destroyed!
Elder God:
You are reborn.
The birth of one of Kain's abominations traps the essence of life. It is this soul that animates the corpse you lived in. And that Raziel, is the demise of Nosgoth. There is no balance. The souls of the dead remain trapped. I can not spin them in the wheel of fate. They can not complete their destinies.
Redeem yourself. Or if you prefer, avenge yourself. Settle your dispute with Kain. Destroy Him and your brethren. Free their souls and let the wheel of fate churn again. Use your hatred to reave their souls... I can make it possible. Become my soul reaver, my angel of death...
And thus, Raziel's quest for vengeance begins...
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