Those earliest days of life were a hazy blur of confusion and oblivion. Eons later and I mostly recall the sheer discomfort of lying in my tomb, confined as I was by my own weakness. Time passed in a foggy haze. There was no pain, simply the cold hardness from lying on the stone. There was blood. Every few days he would return and I would be nourished. When I first realised that I was, there was a sense that I had forgotten something. I tried to remember what it was that concerned me so, but the very act of trying to remember suggested that I were a being, that I was whole, everything was mist, everything that might have meant something obscured by the miasma of nothingness. As I became more and more aware of my sense of self, I became less aware of what it was I had forgotten, until in the end it no longer mattered.
Some time later I was no longer aware of the cold, the hard tomb replaced by soft furnishings. He had moved me there, obviously, but still I was weak. How much time had passed? How much energy had he invested in me? Like clockwork the life blood would be poured past my lips, bringing me closer to something that could be considered consciousness.
And then one day I simply woke up. The fog was lifted and I found myself whole.
His name was Kain, though he was always my lord to us, sometimes sire, occasionally master. I was Megara, Meg when he felt affectionate, which took a while I think. I was his first, but there would be others, then they would make others and our race would rise once more. The land would belong to us and we belonged to him. He called us dark Gods; our rightful place set above the human cattle had been taken from us after centuries of persecution, but we would right this injustice. I accepted this, as I accepted everything he would ever tell me. He was my liege lord, the one to whom I owed my life.
He taught me much in those first few years. He set me to study the history of our race so that I might better understand my duty to its furtherance, that my heart be hardened against the human wretches who had committed such atrocities. He found me a quick study, eager to learn and absorb all that around me. And in him I found a patient teacher, for this was all new to him as well. Eventually of course it was time to teach me to hunt, that I need not rely on him for nourishment. Gratifyingly I seemed to need little instruction in how to kill.