“After embracing my powers, I realized that Vorador was right…We ARE gods, DARK gods…and it is our DUTY to thin the herd.”

       “I shall not sacrifice myself in order to save the precious balance the humans crave… to do so would sully the name of Vorador, the name of Vampire!” The former nobleman proudly told Ariel.

        The ethereal spirit made a begging motion with her hands although she did not seem shocked by this revelation,
“Kain, you have the chance to end your curse and restore the balance of Nosgoth, do not let the hatred for humankind that you harbour cloud your judgment.”

       “Curse?” Kain sneered, “I have no curse, what I possess, what I am, is a gift and I shall never willingly give it up for the sake of hypocritical human sheep.” Kain’s rigid features consorted into a untamed smile… “You have outlived your purpose spectre!” Kain raised the Soul Reaver, “Vae Victus!”

       “Not yet Vampire…not yet” Ariel calmly stated as the ancient blade swung through the air towards her, singing it’s song of death. When the blade would have usually struck and destroyed the victim’s soul, Ariel vanished leaving only a single message in Kain’s mind;

        “It is that blade I need to fear…but fear it I do not, for only when it has been released from it’s corporeal shell, shall my mind, my being, be summoned forth to hell.”

       “Ariel!” Kain screamed in outrage and confusion, but the once pillar of balance was gone.

       Kain was now truly the last.

       It has been 10 years since Kain begun his conquest of the world and started to create vampires, his initial attempts had failed, for when he replaced the human’s blood with that of his own the humans body had rebuked it and shriveled into nothing. It did not take him long to realize why, Mortanius had created him to destroy the circle of nine, including himself, thus restoring balance to Nosgoth, Mortanius had not included Kain creating his own children in his plans. And thus, Kain found himself hunting down the very same spell that Mortanius used to create him.

        It took him only a year to discover Mortanius’ secret tower, a strange place that shone out a light from the top. Within that foreboding place he found out what he needed to do to revive the vampiric race. He would have to sacrifice portion of his ‘soul’ in order to snare the corpse’s soul and bring it back into the body, the more he sacrificed the more powerful the newborn vampire would be. As it turned out Mortanius offering him a choice had been lie, he would have become a vampire no matter what he had ‘chosen’. Kain then birthed 3 Vampires, splitting a small portion of his ‘soul’ evenly between them. They were once mercenaries who wandered Nosgoth but now, they were Kain’s children… his progeny. Kain soon realized that the necromancer had done something else when creating him, something that allowed him to keep the memories of his past life, for his own children had no memories of ever living, other than the fact that they knew that they had lived as mortals once. 

       They had in turn created vampires and his force eventually became legion. However, as the vampire threat had grown, six brave individuals had reformed the sarafan, Melchah, Zephon, Rahab, Dumah, Turel and the new leader, a young warrior called Raziel. As the numbers of the sarafan and Vampires increased as did the prospect of the bloodiest battle in Nosgoth’s history. Kain, still being young, lacked the tactical knowledge to win and was driven back with the few vampires he had left, into what had once been Nupraptor’s retreat.

       Kain paced up and down the huge room with a worried look on his face, so many of his children had been destroyed and all he could do was sit and wait for the sarafan to breach the walls of this ancient building. However, this was not the only thing that occupied his thoughts… he felt strange… as if something was about to happen to him.

       His thoughts were interrupted as he heard one of his children cry out in pain, he turned around to see sarafan, being lead by Raziel himself, making their way along the corridor on the other side of the room towards him. He did not know how they had got this far without him noticing… so many of his children were now dead. Only the vampires who had fled or that were in this very room remained.

       He ordered the few vampires to attack and they launched themselves at the sarafan however, they were all very inexperienced and managed to take down only 5 sarafan before they were killed.

       Raziel and his sarafan circled Kain.

       “Kain, with your death we will be one step closer to ridding the world of your kind!” Raziel proclaimed, 

       “I shall not die today, for I am already dead… as you shall soon be! Vae Victus!” Kain cried, sweeping the Soul Reaver in a horizontal arc, tearing the souls from the bodies of the sarafan…only Raziel remained.

       “You are as powerful as the legends say unholy one. But what is such power was no longer yours?” Raziel began to recite words he had been taught from an ancient manuscript, words with such power that they would only work once.

       “What! What are you doing dog!” Kain growled, but Raziel had finished his words, the Soul Reaver fell from his grip and Kain collapsed, a shadow of his former self, weak, stripped off all his spells and power.
Raziel picked up the Soul Reaver, but before he could strike off Kain’s head, Kain performed the only spell he could remember, Sanctuary.

       Kain rematerialized in his crypt… the strange feeling he had had was magnified until he finally pulled himself into the sarcophagus he had emerged from when he first became a vampire. He felt some from of change coming. Then he fell asleep…

       The vampire awoke, he felt strong again, in fact he felt physically stronger than ever before. He looked at himself, he was different, he had gained vast amounts of muscle mass and his skin had changed complexion. He had evolved. He walked towards his crypts exit, gaining strength with each stride…