All was silent in the night air of Avernus, a false pretense of peace to the chaos about to erupt. Azimuth had already begun her ritual, summoning demon after abomination into the world. Kain knew this tale well, having lived through such immeasurably cataclysmic times. But he had not come to reminisce; he had a mission.
A guard, one of a nameless rabble of soon to be dead defenders, spotted a flash of movement. Before he could raise an alarm, the remarkable shape of a flamerge emerged from his chest. The guard gasped once, then breathed no more as the Soul Reaver, humming with anticipation, consumed his soul.
Kain took a moment to revel in the Reaver's unparalelled power and form, knowing full well the end result of his errand. Killing the guard, whil unnecessary, served to remind him what fate had so cruelly removed from his possession. But Kain could not fight destiny, and he knew that time was short, and he was approaching yet another fatal paradox. Quickly casting beguile, Kain entered Avernus' famed cathedral. His goal was a room located at the far end of the building, as of yet empty and devoid of noteworthy items. The room where he had, over a millenium ago, took up the Soul Reaver as his weapon of choice. This was where he needed to discover it; without the Reaver, history itself would be unwritten and Nosgoth might never again recover what was lost.
Quickly infiltrating the Cathedrals interior halls, he bypassed as many of Hash'Ak'Gik's followers as was possible for and immortal of such ill temper. He knew it was required, but was still loathe to part with his beloved Reaver. As such, he vented his frustration on the cultists. There were many, all with experience killing Vampires, but Kain is as an army, unwavering in combat, unyielding in ferocity, untamed in savagery.
The first priest would realize too late the error of challenging Kain. His underlings quickly surrounded Kain, as he proclaimed,"By the order of the great and Almighty Hash'Ak'Gik, we cleanse all unworthy in baptism by the blade!"
Kain simply rushed forward and decapitated him for his trouble. "If he proclaims MY death, then he must vastly overestimate the strength his followers."
At this show of heresy, the lesser priests charged at Kain, who simply curled his lip in a blood thirsty smile, anticipating the slaughter to come.
The first priest swung a short sword at his neck, but was shocked to find that he hit nothing. More shocking, however, was the pain in his chest. He looked down to find a three clawed fist jutting out of a ragged hole in his abdomen, holding his heart. He then screamed in agony as the vampire used his telekinetic power to rip him asunder.
The other priests paused at this sudden show of force. It was the last mistake several of them made. With a howling screech, all but one were consumed. His eyes were wide with terror as his comrades slumped to the floor, lifeless.
The final priest heard panting behind him. Shuddering, he slowly turned to find... nothing. Sighing in relief, he turned back around.
Right in time to be impaled through the stomach. He groaned slightly as he was lifted off the ground by the sword in his gut. As Kain pulled him in close, the priest heard him whisper two words.
"Vae Victus."
