By Ojuanna
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Wings... Wings were Raziel’s last transformation, his gift the embodiment of freedom. This made him better than any of us even better than Kain. We all wanted to be better than our father and master, and Raziel, his first-born son had done it. He surpassed us all. I can remember the look on Kain’s face , the proud walk towards his betrayer ;the touch , the grip and the agony. Dumah and I were the ones, yes the ones who served the crime. Kain had chosen us to cast him into the abyss he led the way as always before us. It hurt me to see him slithering like that, pride of all the clans, Kain’s greatest Lieutenant , reduced to a traitor, a ghoul , he deserved that punishment for his transgression , he would burn forever in the roiling abyss. It tortured me to see how vain his efforts were in trying to rid himself of our hold. The great Raziel; strongest, most handsome most skilled on of us all could not save his own life. It gave me a grim of satisfaction to hear him scream as he entered his eternal torture. Now I would be the greatest. Nosgoth changed drastically after my brother’s execution, Kain was becoming
more and more unfamiliar. he did not call meetings of the clans anymore,
he was disinterested in everything. The clans changed too , they
retreated to different parts of Nosgoth. I too retreated with my
clan to the very north east of Nosgoth. I was distracted and careless,
the territory I chose was not right , after a while we could not find food,
it was dark and damp and we were rapidly reduced to scavengers. The
changed I suffered made me more adapted to become a scavenger , a fratricide.
And so I did, the terrain became darker and darker, the absence of light somehow fueled my energy and I ran, choking my hoped in the pitch black. Then suddenly I fell, I knew what that feeling was, I was about to change..again, no not yet. And it was then I felt a foreign energy; weak but hypnotizing. Slowly it became stronger. Controlling my body, my thoughts, my actions, my soul. It was not long before ‘I’ stumbled into a world which was clearly architected by humans... a cathedral. With exhaustion and great hunger I passed out and I woke to find myself in a pit with ; bleeding humans. An implacable seduction. What a wonderful feeling I had regained, the smell of blood, its delicate flow from the carcass to my mouth, down the throat passing trough the body filling the empty veins once more. what instinctive voluptuousness it had brought me. I feasted. I began hearing voices speaking, no ....praying , worshipping. I tried to make out what they were saying but all I could here were vague impressions ...”world”,....”sacrifice”,...”Hash’ a’ gik” , then there it was again, that feeling , that loosing of control , being overrun by an unexplainable rush of energy which is not yours... the possession. I spent centuries there and began to wonder, what had become of the others, I knew that Raziel had come back to life, and that he had single-handedly murdered our brethren and was now pursuing Kain. I began to change, I was always becoming better ; stronger , faster , more agile and more intelligent. I had become a God, greater even than Raziel and Kain. But they kept me here, no matter how strong I became, I could never escape the haunting. It ate away my mind, all I could think about , all I could hear were those prayers , the lingering , the false hopes.... ....it is time for these pathetic humans to offer their blood sacrifice , these it is I feel it! .....” I smell no Blood”.........
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