Purity
"The Soul Reaver, pure of all corruption... this is what it is for. This is what… I am for."
Kain felt his eldest's cold claws against his chest and the cleansing, healing power rush into his body.
"The two become one... both Soul Reavers... together... and the Scion of Balance is healed... And I am not your enemy... not your destroyer... I am, as before, your right hand... your sword."
"No, Raziel this can't be the way." Kain pleaded with his son, his only remaining son, to tell him that he could be saved.
"And now you will see the true enemy…"
And Raziel became the sword, the pure reaver, the weapon that would save the world and the vampires from the manipulations of the elder god.
But as important and often overlooked was the purification of kain's soul, and this was felt through time. There were no corrupted guardians.
In the sanctuary of clans, in a Nosgoth filled with the twisted, leaderless descendants of five brothers, and of Kain. In the throne room at the base of the pillars, at the base of the balance pillar, something magnificent was happening. Slowly like a man beating to the ground struggling to rise despite the lingering pain, the pillar pulled itself upright. The cracks that covered this lifeline of Nosgoth glowed with a faint blue light, and the very top of the pillar burst open as the column roared skywards, shattering the mere stone of the dome and shaking the very ground for miles as it ascended. And flowing a barely visible distance below the tip of the pillar was whiteness as the pillar was not just rebuilt but returned to how it should have been. As the tremors abated they began again but this time in symphony as though inspired by the greatest among them. The power of the rising lock caused water to ripple in the distant sea, and the remaining trees to shed there leaves.
In the human citadel, there is a crude hospital, surgery is preformed with some skill, but medicine is near non-existent. On the first floor there is a maternity ward, seven women are giving birth and the midwives are all but overwhelmed. The air is filled with screams as they all begin to finish the act of childbirth, seven children are raised and struck for the first time to welcome them into the world. A half a hour later one women finishes her far more exhausted cries as the twin of her first child is born. Eight children are born as the pillars are cleansed.
And with the most vital role of the restored pillars complete a final gift was to by given to the land. Unlike the others this was not gradual or unseen instead a single pulse of golden yellow light so strong it appeared liquid spread over the land from the pillars. The Dumahim near the sanctuary just standing from where they through themselves to the ground at the rising of the pillars where engulfed before they could even move. Some vampires ran from the wall of power but it was like tying to outrun a tornado. No-one managed to avoid it, and they where instantly in agony, some fell from walls, others thrashed underwater as their bones cracked and muscles tore and skin withered. After a few seconds the wave passed and the thrashing finished soon after, and a Turelim stood, he had no horns and was almost human in appearance except for claws, fangs, feet and the smaller details, he looked as a vampire should and his mind intact for the first time in centuries. Zephonim climbed towards the outside world, Melchiahim marvelled at there unrotted flesh and Rahabim stood in the daylight water dripping from them.
Raziel's sacrifice had brought hope. But far more than Kain realised.