I don't own oWoD. That honor goes to the White Wolf, I believe.
We were defeated, bent and broken, at the gates of the Second City, before the fight for our lives and future even began. All who dared attacking him fell, but some knelt out of fear. I, to my shame and fury, am one of them.
The Dark Father stood there in silence, judging us, as if he had the right to do that after abandoning us to our fate. Yet here we are, kneeling before him. I sneered. However, I knew better than to speak my mind in this delicate situation.
Then he spoke, his voice booming with barely restrained anger, and I felt like the words he spoke had a small trace of sadness as well. Good, He deserves this. The punishment God gave him is not enough. I thought.
"It was a great sin, that you all have committed. You have struck down your sires, a grave misdeed that I cannot ignore."
I couldn't resist snorting. Here was the First Murderer, who killed his younger brother, was chiding us for our dark deed.
I could hear one of us speaking... Ah… Haqim. The Judge. Yet another Cainite who shares Zillah's blood. He was a good warrior, scholar, and a fair man. However, his thirst for blood seemed to run deeper than most. Despite that, he always had a air of superiority around him, as if we were lickspittles and he was Caine.
"You speak of sin? You, the First Murderer? You, the Kinslayer? You, who begat our race? You, who warmed the bed of Lilith? You, who suffer the hate of Almighty in your every step? You dare judge us as sinners, with all the weight of sins that you bear on your shoulders?"
It seemed that we weren't the only ones being judged here. The Dark Father's response was quick and simple.
"I dare. It is my right, and I will use it, as Lord used his right to judge on me. Let's start with you then, Haqim. Even though you were the most fair and just person here, you were the first who laid out the plan to drink their blood. So I ask you..."
"Why?" He spoke, his silent fury darkening the skies even more, shadowing the stars. No further words were needed... Because each of us knew what was the unasked question... Why Haqim, favored and trusted heavily by the three, would betray them like this? Why didn't he defend them alongside their few protectors? why he didn't attack those who rebelled against their sires, and sided with them?
Haqim was silent. On closer examination, it looked like he was asking the same question to himself.
The world stood silent, as if awaiting his answer. And then, Haqim finally spoke.
"Power, my lord... I couldn't deny it's embrace."
Not many could accept their sins, nor their reasons for doing them. I thought. This night will forever haunt Haqim, no doubt. After all, he realized and admitted he was no better than us.
"The Mark of Sin caused by your deeds, what you wretched fledglings incorrectly call Mark of Caine, shrouds your body and soul like clothing. A stain on your soul. May your sin be able to seen when one looks at you and your descendants flesh! May this curse be known as the Mark of Haqim!"
Haqim screamed, as his skin became as black as the night that hanged in the sky.
And the first chapter is done. The next one will be about Set's Judgement. See ya.