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Zephon's legs are fast and larg, they shot and sting fast and hard. Raziel is trying to keep up and strike at his little brother but there always seems to be another leg after the next, and when he close enough to attack with the reaver, Zephon is waiting with the mantis like arms of his. During the fight, Raziel notice at one time a vampire hunter once made it in here with his flamethrower wich still had a flame running. Raziel thought up his plan and thought it up quick. He moved back until he was in front of the flamethrower's tank and just waited for Zephon's next attack. As Zephon streched out his neck to swallow Raziel whole, Raziel dived out of the way and Zephon's teeth sparked the tank. the explotion burst Zephon into flame. As Zephon's lifeless body burned his soul burst from his body and straight into Raziel.


Elder God:
Consuming Zephon's apostate soul has bestowed on you a new gift. Like his vampire spawn, you are able to scale certain walls which are otherwise impassable - but only in the physical realm. In the spirit world, these insubstantial edifices will not support you. But having devoured Zephon's soul, you may now gain entrance where your path was formerly blocked. The canyons beyond the Pillars expose an ancient blasphemy.


Scaling the canyon walls like Raziel's little brother Raziel finds the lost Tomb of the Sarafan.


Raziel:
The ancient tomb of the Sarafan, once impenetrably sealed... Now, ravaged by Nosgoth's upheavals, its mysteries lay exposed.
In the time of Vorador, centuries before Kain was made, the Sarafan warrior priests waged a merciless war against the vampire tribes of Nosgoth. Emboldened by righteousness, they committed unspeakable and indiscriminate acts of violence - massacring fledglings and ancients alike, they decimated entire bloodlines in mere decades. Now their husks lay here - murderers enshrined

Elder God:
Take heed, Raziel. A forgotten history lies within. Know thyself - though it may destroy you...


Having discovered a twisting passageway, Raziel makes his way into the depths of the tomb. The passage apparently dead-ends, blocked by a massive stone that seals the tomb. The stone is no impediment to Raziel, and he easily pulls it free.


Raziel:
As I pulled the stone free, a sigh of sepulchral air escaped the inner chamber.
I was not prepared for what lay beyond this threshold...
These crypts... defiled caskets of Sarafan saints... bearing my brothers? names... And my own...
The irony of Kain's blasphemous act rushed in on me with the crushing force of revelation...
Were my hands not as bloody as these? Worse, I had spilled the blood of my brothers - these very comrades whose tombs lay ravaged before me.

Elder God:
Yes, Raziel - you were Sarafan... born of the same force that all but destroyed your race. Before the dawn of the Empire, you were chosen.
Kain -- Nosgoth?s solitary, self-declared monarch -- plundered this tomb and raised you from these crypts. Breathing his vampiric gift into your defiled corpses, he resurrected you as his favored sons.