Reflection of My Life: Raziel
Written by Ryoken, information given by Raziel, and his brothers
I was the first of my brethren to be born. They mock me for my favoritism with Kain, but I ignore them. We have lived for many years, so many in fact, that we lost track and we consider ourselves to be over a thousand years old.
Whenever I go on raids, there always seem to be humans that worship me. The women's rants are quite disturbing, though I try my hardest to ignore them. I find it highly troubling when they fight over me. Of course, I merely slaughter them when this begins to happen, but they think that I am, what is the word that you would describe it as? A pimp? I am the direct opposite, I have no want or need of their humanly desires. I consider it pitiful and distasteful, and it makes them seem desperate. And I can only wonder where they get such foolish ideas.
On one occasion, I took a few of my fledglings to a desolate spot in the citadel to train them. I was in the middle of lecturing them about stealth when some one tapped my shoulder. I looked over to see this young woman who was smiling. She winked and waved at me, obviously trying to lure me away for, well, you know what I speak of. I sighed, and ripped out her throat. "Rule number one: Never get in bed with a human." I remember the chuckles I got out of that as they fed.
Kain told us his stories of his travels as a fledgling vampire. They always seem to intrigue me and I can imagine his journeys in my mind. As a fledgling vampire myself, I would ask him what the meanings were. He would only laugh and say "That is what you must discover for yourself." I would sit in my room, pondering them for hours until the daylight came. They would even riddle me in my dreams.
Life as a vampire was never truly exciting. Sure, there were a few occasions that created amusement, but for the most part, it was boring. But there were always the good times of the past. I recall Dumah boasting of his strength in the Sanctuary of the Clans once after a meeting. We were playfully teasing him as usual when Kain seemed to have over heard him saying "I'll bet you anything that when I get older, that not even Kain will be my equal!!" because he went right up to Dumah kicked him across the room. Dumah's landing was not smooth as he landed with a sickening thud against the wall. He picked himself up from the floor, wobbling this way and that back to the rest of us. "Do not let me hear of your arrogance again, Dumah, or it won't be the wall that you hit." I'm sure I sensed a hint of humor in Kain's voice when we snickered at Dumah.
I don't know why I am reminiscing all these memories. I suppose reflecting on the past could possibly ease one's soul.
Oh what laughs we had when Rahab told us of how he had discovered his ability to swim the waters of Nosgoth. He had been arguing with Turel about the territory lines in Rahab's abbey, I believe. Turel had gotten so frustrated at Rahab that he pushed him into the water below. He had been careless when he pushed him and now feared his younger brother was dead. But he was shocked to see Rahab come to the surface, unharmed. Rahab had told us the look on Turel's face was priceless. He still had that expression when they had arrived the Sanctuary.
I suppose vampiric un-life wasn't very bad at all. There seemed to always be something happening that was entertaining, I guess. But of course there were the bad events in a vampiric un-life as well. Like the wars between the us and the humans The bloody battles will never be erased from my mind, nor anyone else who participated in them.
The one battle that sticks out in my mind was when the humans came far too close to my boundaries for comfort. I could hear the yelling of the human vampire hunters, even to this day. Many fell on both sides in that dreadful war. We were not winning nor were we losing, we were mainly able to keep them at bay. I never knew how strong they could be or how many! I remember being thankful when my brothers came to my aid. I never thought I'd be so happy to see those faces.
What else has happened in my memories. Ah yes, the time when we discovered Melchah's new "gift". We had been waiting for Kain to arrive when someone noticed that Melchah was not there. We hunted for a while and found him hiding behind the Pillars. We brought him into the light and saw that his skin was peeling. Time and again we asked him what was happening, but he gave us no answer. Until Kain appeared before us and told us what it was. We were a bit disgusted at the thought of Melchah ripping off a human's skin and using it as his own. I think he must have been disheartened at the look on our faces.
Then there was time in Zephon's cathedral. He was bored of crawling back up to his room and tried to zest it up by jumping from wall to wall. He was doing fine until he jumped short of the wall. He landed on the air vents below and broke an arm and a leg. I don't think he's forgotten it to this day. He was out of commission for weeks.
Then there were the sacrifices. They were performed in rooms that reeked of burning flesh and death. The walls were stained with blood. The worshipers seemed to picky about who they sacrificed, though we weren't in the least. The one being sacrificed were either one their own or a kidnapped human and they were tied down on a stone table. If the sacrifice were that of some kidnapped human, they would scream their bloody head of for mercy at the sight of one of us approaching. The surrounding worshipers would be on their knees, bowing to the floor. None of us liked these rituals at all, but it kept us from venturing into the dangerous citadel. Perhaps that is why we became such lazy hunters? To make this sacrifice fast and quick, we'd just slash their screaming throats and hurriedly drank their blood so we could get out of the stench that filled the room. Turel still believes to this day that they did something to the blood of those who were sacrificed, saying that their blood had some pizzazz.
All in all, life wasn't so bad. There were the good and the bad times, and they were spent with my brothers. No, they are more than just brothers. They are friends, traveling along the same path as I.
This will be a continuing series of reflections on the lives of Raziel's brothers, Kain, etc.
Written by Ryoken, information given by Raziel, and his brothers
I was the first of my brethren to be born. They mock me for my favoritism with Kain, but I ignore them. We have lived for many years, so many in fact, that we lost track and we consider ourselves to be over a thousand years old.
Whenever I go on raids, there always seem to be humans that worship me. The women's rants are quite disturbing, though I try my hardest to ignore them. I find it highly troubling when they fight over me. Of course, I merely slaughter them when this begins to happen, but they think that I am, what is the word that you would describe it as? A pimp? I am the direct opposite, I have no want or need of their humanly desires. I consider it pitiful and distasteful, and it makes them seem desperate. And I can only wonder where they get such foolish ideas.
On one occasion, I took a few of my fledglings to a desolate spot in the citadel to train them. I was in the middle of lecturing them about stealth when some one tapped my shoulder. I looked over to see this young woman who was smiling. She winked and waved at me, obviously trying to lure me away for, well, you know what I speak of. I sighed, and ripped out her throat. "Rule number one: Never get in bed with a human." I remember the chuckles I got out of that as they fed.
Kain told us his stories of his travels as a fledgling vampire. They always seem to intrigue me and I can imagine his journeys in my mind. As a fledgling vampire myself, I would ask him what the meanings were. He would only laugh and say "That is what you must discover for yourself." I would sit in my room, pondering them for hours until the daylight came. They would even riddle me in my dreams.
Life as a vampire was never truly exciting. Sure, there were a few occasions that created amusement, but for the most part, it was boring. But there were always the good times of the past. I recall Dumah boasting of his strength in the Sanctuary of the Clans once after a meeting. We were playfully teasing him as usual when Kain seemed to have over heard him saying "I'll bet you anything that when I get older, that not even Kain will be my equal!!" because he went right up to Dumah kicked him across the room. Dumah's landing was not smooth as he landed with a sickening thud against the wall. He picked himself up from the floor, wobbling this way and that back to the rest of us. "Do not let me hear of your arrogance again, Dumah, or it won't be the wall that you hit." I'm sure I sensed a hint of humor in Kain's voice when we snickered at Dumah.
I don't know why I am reminiscing all these memories. I suppose reflecting on the past could possibly ease one's soul.
Oh what laughs we had when Rahab told us of how he had discovered his ability to swim the waters of Nosgoth. He had been arguing with Turel about the territory lines in Rahab's abbey, I believe. Turel had gotten so frustrated at Rahab that he pushed him into the water below. He had been careless when he pushed him and now feared his younger brother was dead. But he was shocked to see Rahab come to the surface, unharmed. Rahab had told us the look on Turel's face was priceless. He still had that expression when they had arrived the Sanctuary.
I suppose vampiric un-life wasn't very bad at all. There seemed to always be something happening that was entertaining, I guess. But of course there were the bad events in a vampiric un-life as well. Like the wars between the us and the humans The bloody battles will never be erased from my mind, nor anyone else who participated in them.
The one battle that sticks out in my mind was when the humans came far too close to my boundaries for comfort. I could hear the yelling of the human vampire hunters, even to this day. Many fell on both sides in that dreadful war. We were not winning nor were we losing, we were mainly able to keep them at bay. I never knew how strong they could be or how many! I remember being thankful when my brothers came to my aid. I never thought I'd be so happy to see those faces.
What else has happened in my memories. Ah yes, the time when we discovered Melchah's new "gift". We had been waiting for Kain to arrive when someone noticed that Melchah was not there. We hunted for a while and found him hiding behind the Pillars. We brought him into the light and saw that his skin was peeling. Time and again we asked him what was happening, but he gave us no answer. Until Kain appeared before us and told us what it was. We were a bit disgusted at the thought of Melchah ripping off a human's skin and using it as his own. I think he must have been disheartened at the look on our faces.
Then there was time in Zephon's cathedral. He was bored of crawling back up to his room and tried to zest it up by jumping from wall to wall. He was doing fine until he jumped short of the wall. He landed on the air vents below and broke an arm and a leg. I don't think he's forgotten it to this day. He was out of commission for weeks.
Then there were the sacrifices. They were performed in rooms that reeked of burning flesh and death. The walls were stained with blood. The worshipers seemed to picky about who they sacrificed, though we weren't in the least. The one being sacrificed were either one their own or a kidnapped human and they were tied down on a stone table. If the sacrifice were that of some kidnapped human, they would scream their bloody head of for mercy at the sight of one of us approaching. The surrounding worshipers would be on their knees, bowing to the floor. None of us liked these rituals at all, but it kept us from venturing into the dangerous citadel. Perhaps that is why we became such lazy hunters? To make this sacrifice fast and quick, we'd just slash their screaming throats and hurriedly drank their blood so we could get out of the stench that filled the room. Turel still believes to this day that they did something to the blood of those who were sacrificed, saying that their blood had some pizzazz.
All in all, life wasn't so bad. There were the good and the bad times, and they were spent with my brothers. No, they are more than just brothers. They are friends, traveling along the same path as I.
This will be a continuing series of reflections on the lives of Raziel's brothers, Kain, etc.