Kain is deified. The clans tell tales of him. Few know the truth. He was mortal once, as were we all. But 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.
“Cast him in.”
Tumbling, burning with white hot fire. 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.
“Raziel, you are worthy.”