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When my Sire fell to the sadistic might of Kain, I, as a fledgling, found myself for the first time without a guardian or an Elder to look to for advice. Seeking the only possible logical outcome, I hurried out of the blasted land of Nosgoth and ventured far and wide out of its ring of fire, into the decaying, unpopulated lands that lay forgotten.
For countless centuries, I remained, alone, feeding on the grotesque creatures that have come to roam these lands, gathering in power gradually but without a will of my own to contend with.
And yet, within my heart, a seed of despair had already been planted and it spread through me like wildfire, consuming my essence its in path. Guilt overcame me and cowardice haunted me.
I was appalled with my actions. How I had ran away instead of remaining to fight that losing battle with my brethren. At times I try to justify myself, using my inexperience as an excuse but these words taste bitter on my tongue and I knew better then to listen to my own lies.
So then, I felt that the only thing left for me to do now was to return to the fate I had escaped centuries ago even if it meant I was going to die finally.
"Honor and Strength are our epitome"
The wise words of Raziel.
The name of my beloved sire. How I had shamed his memory.
Yes, this is the time when I shall return. I will not hide in the shadows while my fate lies patronizingly in front of me. I will return to whence I came and I will fight that battle, be it my last.
And that is my promise fore my name is Azrael and I am the last son of Raziel.
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When my Sire fell to the sadistic might of Kain, I, as a fledgling, found myself for the first time without a guardian or an Elder to look to for advice. Seeking the only possible logical outcome, I hurried out of the blasted land of Nosgoth and ventured far and wide out of its ring of fire, into the decaying, unpopulated lands that lay forgotten.
For countless centuries, I remained, alone, feeding on the grotesque creatures that have come to roam these lands, gathering in power gradually but without a will of my own to contend with.
And yet, within my heart, a seed of despair had already been planted and it spread through me like wildfire, consuming my essence its in path. Guilt overcame me and cowardice haunted me.
I was appalled with my actions. How I had ran away instead of remaining to fight that losing battle with my brethren. At times I try to justify myself, using my inexperience as an excuse but these words taste bitter on my tongue and I knew better then to listen to my own lies.
So then, I felt that the only thing left for me to do now was to return to the fate I had escaped centuries ago even if it meant I was going to die finally.
"Honor and Strength are our epitome"
The wise words of Raziel.
The name of my beloved sire. How I had shamed his memory.
Yes, this is the time when I shall return. I will not hide in the shadows while my fate lies patronizingly in front of me. I will return to whence I came and I will fight that battle, be it my last.
And that is my promise fore my name is Azrael and I am the last son of Raziel.