"My son," my fathers lips were chapped, with skin peeling from his mouth. "My damn son ... you're worthless. How are you going to rule this land we've rightfully deserved? You're not, you're going to piss it away just like you did those damn horses." 

"You killed them father," I replied my tone was upset. He hated me, I hated him more. 

"Because you let them get sick," his hair was matted together and he smelled like pig urine 

"Because you wouldn't let me put them in the barn when that storm came through." 

"Do you want to die, boy?" He unsheathed his sword and stood up. 

"You can't even stand up straight," I let out a sigh and stood up and began to walk out the door, "I'm going to the tavern," 

"PISS AWAY YOUR MONEY THEN BOY!!!" He yelled as I left. I shut the ridiculously large door behind me. My horses were dead so I had to walk by foot in the middle of the night to Tom's Tavern in town, about five miles away from my father's estate. 

Thoughts of my brother flooded my mind. He had long dark hair and was a gorgeous man. He was a soldier, he was a man's man, he was my brother, the only man I loved. As I thought more and more about him a tear raced down my cheek. My head raising itself up to gaze at the full moon. "Why?" I thought, "Why my brother, this war was pointless, and all over a sword that can supposedly drain the blood from any being in a matter of moments, it's a completely absurd thought". My eyes began to glaze over, I hadn't had a drink in a week. A week is the longest I've been without a bottle of brandy going through my system and warming my bones. 

I stepped into the tavern and there was no one occupying it. No patrons what so ever. I looked at the bar tender and raised my finger, I had been there so many times he knew what kind of drink I wanted. I sat at the bar on a bar stool, taking my brandy and drinking it straight from the bottle. 

My mother's eyes were blue. She had long flowing jet black hair that flowed to her lower back, almost touching her bottom. He skin was soft and so were her lips. I remember when she spoke it was like the world stopped and a symphony played the perfect song. Her legs were perfect too, slender all the way up past her ankle and a little chubby at the waist. Where her back was pressed against her gowns I would see her skin move as she walked away from me or past me. Running a hand through her black locks was like running your finger through the softest fur you've ever felt. I had to admit my mother was one of my infatuations. I was in love with my mother, but I said no such thing to her or my father. My brother knew though. 

The Soul Reaver was another infatuation I had. My brother fought so our king could obtain it's power, huh. Pointless battle for power. Pure evil is what I've heard of it, taking the heart of a man and skewering it with hate for any living soul. Knowing the Reaver would be in our kings hands made me uneasy, he knew my father was about to die and I would inherit everything. The king cannot sell the property without a signature from my father, not that my father wouldn't do ANYTHING for our king, the king couldn't wait for my father to die, and I knew he would want me dead. 

"I heard the battle today was so fierce it painted the entire battlefield blood red," Tom, the tender. He was quite fat but he was a good fellow. His hair was fire red and his mustache was ridiculously large, his mouth wasn't even visible until he completely opened his mouth until the corners of it were hurting. 

"My brother's already dead," I could see anything, I knew only a few more drinks and I would be ou.....THUNK. 

My body? I looked for my hand and nothing was there. All I could do was look around. War was broken out everywhere, as far as the eye can see blood splatters and flowed. My brother was fighting another man, the other man looked like a barbarian with a coat of fur around him and deer antlers coming from his head. The barbarians voice sounded like the shrill of a dragon, almost a mixture of a wolf howl and the screech of an owl. The barbarian dodge my brothers slashes with his sword. My brothers flowing dark hair was pulled back into a braid and swung back and forth as he fought. The barbarian grabbed my brother's braid and pulled his head back, ramming one of the deer antlers through my brother throat. Blood flew in the air and splattered all over his face. The barbarian raised his head and glared at me, for what seemed like an eternity. The barbarian then spoke to me ," Brother of Abel, your reign of terror shall be great, I drink your brothers blood for vengance against the horror you will arise to Nosgoth and to represent the pain you will cause to others!!" The barbarian began to drink my brothers blood. When he was done my siblings blood drenched down his chin and neck and he yelled, like his mission was complete. 

I woke up standing outside of the tavern in the daylight. I looked down to the ground and noticed the blade of a sword in front of my eyes. I then looked at my chest and the sword I noticed was going through me. I looked up and I noticed two men around me, they were assassins, low paid assassins. Their hair was matted and they both smelled like my father. I then fainted. 

I was sitting upon a seat, set into the middle of The Pillars. I was looking down in shock at a creature with wings. The creature was bowing to me, as if I were a king, a ruler. I didn't look like myself. My hair was white as snow, my ears pointed and so were my eyebrows. My skin was a pale color and I looked as if I had wrinkles from years of age. In my hands lay the Soul Reaver and it's power flowed through me......AHHHHHHH- 

HHH. I awoke in a place that looked like hell. There was a whole in the middle of my chest and I looked out and rivers of lava and rock flowed below me. "Welcome Kain, I have a proposition for you,"