First of all, the disclaimers of course.
All credits go to Denis Dyak the creator of the world of Nosgoth.
Then to Crystal Dynamics, Activision and all the studio's I will always forget who gave shape to the world of Nosgoth.

Prologue.

Kain is deified. The Clans tell tales of Him. Few know the truth. He was mortal once, as were we all.
However, His contempt for Humanity drove him to create me, and my brethren.

It was this contempt for Humanity, which drove the Humans to the brink of extinction.
Only a few large cities remained after His conquest.

First my brothers and I took the villages and smaller cities as our own, subjecting its villagers to Vampirism.
With our growing army of immortals we pushed our luck into the hearth of Nosgoth's capital city, Meridian.
Once we had taken hold of this city, all hope had broken for the Human resistance.

In less than one century we had conquered Nosgoth, enslaved the Humans and in our arrogance, divided the regions amongst ourselves.

The world changed quickly as the corruption that was our empire, grew.
Green lands turned into dirt covert planes, forests were burned to make room for large industrial factories.
Factories that made the large amount of iron were used as well for the smoke to block out the sun.

The world had been accommodated to host its new masters.
We reveled in our own said divinity and pride along with a lust for power made us believe we were gods, how wrong we were.
Kain had warned us about the dangers of being immortal. The world seems a lot smaller if you can travel around it forever.
The monotony of life had crept in our souls and it created boredom and hatred. We needed the remaining Humans to provide us with blood.
The killing of our own kind was forbidden and the Vampire hunters did not really post a thread anymore.
Only the fledglings were still afraid of the crossbows and polearms which were held by these pests.

In one of the first Council meetings, it was my brother Turel who had proposed to change the rule of not killing our own kind.
Now the rule was that the sacred six, meaning me and my brothers, were not allowed to kill each other.
However our subjects could fight each other so we could have a challenge in our un-life.
As the rulers of the clans we would place bets on the outcome of these petty wars. The stakes being slaves, grounds or whatever came to mind.

After a while, we tried to settle some peace for our own clan territories as we tired of war and fighting.
Taking in human slaves, and play castle for ourselves. All lies of course, to fill our empty lifes

I am Raziel, first-born of His lieutenants. I stood with Kain and my brethren at the dawn of the empire. I have served Him for over a millennium.
Over time, we became less human and more ...divine. Kain would enter the state of change and emerge with a new gift.
Some years after the master, our evolution would follow. Until I had the honor of surpassing my lord.

For my transgression, I earned a new kind of reward...

**Writer's notes: So I found this on a backup I once made, completely forgot I had this. Let me know what you think.**