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Prologue

Kain glared as his first born slowly kneeled before him and spread those enormous wings, which where slow to unfold and sounded wet and slick. Raziel glanced up at Kain through his black lashes. Kain felt his heart thump painfully. He hated what he was about to do to his 'son' the pain and torment he was about to subject all his 'children' to. Not that he was all that close to them any ways, but still it was a painful process. Lord Kain would do as he saw fit. He just hoped it was the right thing to do. He snuffed these 'emotional' type feelings with the cold-hearted sense of 'duty' he had to save Nosgoth and do this was the only way. He was sure of it. He stood slowly and walked over to his first born who stood up and faced him. Ever the brave and utterly faithful one Raziel merely flinched a little as Kain walked around behind him. His wings retracted a little. The reaction showing he wasn't used to his wings being touched as Kain ran a hand over the strong membrane that was spread tight in-between bones that where hollow, and yet strong as stone. Bones that if evolution allowed would reached gigantic proportions, unfortunately Raziel was only going to see that age as he is now.

There was a pause as Kain gathered his emotions and bottled them tightly, then there was a roar outside, thunderous and strange, Kain turned to face the doors. Those doors to the Sanctuary itself slammed open suddenly and in poured scores of saraphan, the last remaining scatterings of what had been gathered of all that was left of their sick and righteous groups. Their swords and spears already drenched with the blood of various clan members, Melchiahim's being the strongest of scents, owing to the fact they where easiest to slaughter. Kain roared in fury and killed the first ten to reach him as he struck time and time again - the Soul Reaver humming in malicious hunger as it took apart bodies and drank the soul of each saraphan that fell hard to his knees. Kain felt a heap of them pile on him, he gave an upward heave and they flew, only to be killed by the vampire who had taken flight. Raziel kept one is his arms and aimed the dead body at more humans and was sure he killed at least a few as the body slammed downwards into a small group who where aiming bow and arrows at him.

Turel almost slipped in the mass of entrails and blood that was staining the aged floor. He conjured a spell to reflect most of the blows coming his way. Then he leapt at the saraphan, using his claws and fangs as weapons as he came short handed on actual hand held weaponry. His talons drew both blood and screams, he was, or felt like, a blood god. To his left his brother Zephon twisted the head of one right round so it was facing the other way. He then used that body to knock down oncoming saraphan and then ripped the heart of another strait out of the chest cavity, he held it high as it burst into flames, causing it's heartless body to do so as well. Dumah swung his mace, he was near the weapon wall when this began so took his pick of the weapons at his disposal. The mace connected with the head of a man and smashed in the skull till it was nothing more than mere pudding. Dumah threw a sword to Rahab who was doing well - with the sword though he went through the crowd of now swarming saraphan. Raziel swooped out of the horde, using his claws as rakes and splitting open the skulls of the man he zoomed over, only to pull up sharp and come again. Raziel felt a sword miss his wing by mere inches so he spun and grabbed it, taking the broad weapon up into the battle.

Melchiah was the first to fall, his skin peeled off by a mace that just missed his skull. He howled in agony. The first time in a millennium that he had felt the infliction of pain and the blood rushed down his back. Kain roared in answer fighting his way to stand by his youngest, only he got there and Melchiah was having himself speared to the floor. Zephon was the next to go, his slaughter stopped as a saraphan sliced the vampires body open with his jiggered sword, Zephon choked on blood as his innards spilled onto the ground and he faded, the wound unable to heal as most of the insides where out. Rahab was set on fire with a flamethrower, and collapsed only to be staked as well. Dumah was torn down as a stake was driven through the chest and paralysing poison darts blown from bows struck him. Turel found himself being struck by his own magic as a particularly strong blast of energy was rebounded off several swords a lined to make a mirrored surface. Turel looked down to find on side if his body dangling from a fine thread of skin. He slumped to the ground in shock and tried to pull himself together. That proved difficult and he sunk into blackness before he could do so effectively enough to heal.

Raziel was struck to the wall - spears pinning the inexperienced flyer, He torn his membranes as he struggled to pull free. A lead warrior stepped forward and stuck the fallen first born with a bludger hammer and swung again and again, shattering the spin and bones. After a while Raziel hung limp to the wall by his wings alone, but unable to support his weight in such a position the membranes tore and he fell in a heap.

Lord Kain, in a fury unmatched by anything that had or still lives on the lands of Nosgoth. A hell came down upon the men, woman, old warriors and young trainers all tried to bring down the master vampire on his throne. The slayers sprang forward as a wave of beautiful movements, their attempts though proved just as useless. Though nothing prepared the men and woman for the battle that single vampire gave them. He was an army all on his own, the clans having been destroyed from the inside by slaves who had turned against them. The land of Nosgoth was in flames but those fires seemed like tiny licking flames in comparison to the furnace of rage contained in the master vampire's power. The soul reaver was lapping up blood and souls as Kain cut the crowd down to half as more saraphan spilled in through the now broken windows. Kain felt an small arrow bounce off his back, not able to penetrate the tough exoskeleton he had evolved. Then a huge arrow the weight and size used to bring in whales slammed into the vampire Lord and pinned him to the throne. Kain tried to remove it, seeing the ballistic catapult used to launch the missile arrows being loaded with another one. Kain struggled against the still oncoming men; he gripped the soul reaver in his hands, still killing.

Kain felt his strength fade for the first time in centuries, He saw his remaining worshippers and clan members coming in to fight the army, He watched as two Razielim darted straight towards him to removed the huge arrow. The high priestess of Razielim, suffered the same fate as her Lord, being impaled to the pillar of conflicted. The younger Razielim was so shocked he barely blinked as a sword sliced off his head. Kain roared angrily fighting to get free, a sort of desperation giving him extra strength. He clawed at the firmly holding arrow and after a fruitless struggle slumped a little. In no way defeated totally.

The battle was written into textbooks for future generations. The last remaining worshippers, too young to fight yet but old enough to understand that the empire had been over thrown in this last battle. Wives would be without husbands and children with out fathers, men without wives and infants no mothers. Many had died in the battle. The last worshippers made sure the sanctuary remained as it was, securing the vampire lord's in crypts far below the surface, traps and tricks where put up to discourage tomb raiders and robbers. The bodies of clan members deposited in a tomb above the sacred crypt to keep people out. Clan flags, gold and treasures where all stored in a enormous vault. Warp gates closed and entrances sealed for good. The worshippers faded into the past. The truth of the battle soon became tales, tales became legend, legend became myth and all was lost to the sands of time.

Many years later an ice age would come and save Nosgoth as it floated to join other lands. Time changed and shifted the land. The sanctuary became ruins and the pillars fell to the now regrown earth. Many animals evolved and changed from gigantic monsters of teeth horns and fangs into smaller hairy and eventually the first ape appeared along with it's later descendants, then the hairless ape, the first human. The Sanctuary itself became a mountaintop in the wilderness of the Himalayas. A lost legend in the tales of time.