The noble statures’s figure belonged to none other than Kain. He pried open the bolted gate –though he felt faint sorrow in knowing his former human strength could not have accomplished such a task.

          He felt uneasiness invade him as he entered the dull and long-decaying hive that is forever known as the Sarafan Tomb, the air was chilling yet stagnant….he was the glimmer of life that ventured into the prison of death.

          He gazed upon the names entombed unto the walls, “how dare they portray names in such glory…above such unworthy…carcasses!” he thought.

          The memories still haunt Kain, their cold unfaltering will to bring forth his demise, the Sarafan’s ignorant righteousness that could only be halted by death, yet still pulses within their souls.

          As he willed the lid off the mighty Raziel’s grave he believed –more than anything- that the Sarafan symbolized the hardship that was all the conflict in his life…and unlife.

     A grin dared to show on his as he laid eyes on the crumbling corpse. Unknowingly his hand slowly proceeded in the grave before he suddenly noticed his hand…

    “Have I been so pre-occupied with expanding my reign to become unaware of my untended-for growth!?” He said surprisingly as he stared at his deformed claws as if for the first time! He felt his own scaled face…longing for his human hand hand its softer touch.

      Memories flashed to Kain’s mind ; his birth, his parents, his luxurios childhood, his life as a nobleman….his unfortunate death…pain…conflict

    He found himself staring blankly at the wall above the grave…..dared the dark king show……..a tear!? “Have I not the right to despise them for my pain?? Am I not hu-..” he dared not continue.

    He saw his hand grasping itself tightly….he let go…a drip of blood trickled down his arm from the cut his claws caused,…he licked the blood off the small wound on his palm… he enjoyed it –knowing the monster that he has become.

    He stretched his hand toward the corpse –hesitant yet willing-. The blood poured out of such small wounds….unto the corpse…revitalizing it with vampiric unlife…

     Kain –strainging- beared with the pain…

   As he opened his eyes he saw his first boring looking around, his eyes settling on Kain, stuttering”L-…Lord Kain?”

 Replying”Yes,…you have a destiny to fulfill…”….Kain grinned.