There was a time when our worlds were joined, when we could chase you freely. Those days are gone now, but they will return. Thanks to the vampire Kain. Not for centuries have we tasted such sweet delights, not since the Sarafan made their unholy war amongst you.  How we fed then, on your rich, ripe souls. Now Kain is our tool, destroying those who keep in check our own dark passion and each of us a hair's breadth away from doing more than being just a ghostly touch. For our power has waned, yet not so much so that we cannot hear your fears little mortals. Kain has rediscovered our ancient Spirit Forges locked away from mankind and vampires for millennia.
        We were forgotten, but now Kain honors our memory.  He trades with us the blood of the dead for our powers of destruction and dissolution. Not for so much time have we savored such rich fears and hatred. You taste good. Kain labours for our cause without knowing our true selves, his lust for revenge feeding us with his raw emotion and the blood he shares with us. How does it feel puny mortal, for your fangs to be at the throat of a monster such as he? You may mock us for all our talk of hunger, but that is how the Wheel turns. Your souls do not always escape us, many a time have we fed on your darkest thoughts like rich meat, taken in your spirit like a fine mead. We hunger still. And with every meal we grow stronger. For we are the Gatekeepers to the Spectral Realm, the Guardians of the Spirit Forge. We remake your soul-stuff into the same devices the vampire uses to destroy you! The Black Hearts he quaffs are the hearts of the first of his kin to fall beneath us.  How we laugh when we see your broken corpses, your mouths dribbling spittle and blood mixed as one. You know it as Death. We see it as the beginning of a feast.
        No longer shall our dark shrines be kept behind wards, you will all bow before us and feed us your hatred and fear, your dark lusts and passions. For we are the Shadow-Eaten, and soon you will be too. Even the vampires. Vorador himself still does not know of our true nature, despite his power. He will bow before us before his time is due. Your races' have a dark horizon little mortal, one that will be ruled by us.

        Why do I tell you these things? Do you not realize that you are already dead!? Look around you; do you not notice that your home is greyer than usual?  Observe your own cooling corpse as it feeds my brethren. You yourself fell at Kain's feet. Yours is the broken body my friend. What...should...I do with you I wonder? Shall you become a weapon for Kain? Or shall you fill the hole in me with your dirty secrets and broken promises; each is a different flavour to me.  Let me taste your soul. Or would you prefer being hunted by my dogs, the Sluagh? Lead them on a merry dance fool.
        Choose little mortal,  you have eternity to weigh the consequences.