Chapter 3
The sun shone on the clay sand below his feet as he stepped to the entrance of the jaded building of the Sanctuary of the Clans. Inside that stone relic was the remainder of Kain's empire. There he stood taking in the crisp air threw his pained throat his eyes fixed on entrance conveniently unguarded by the creatures that inhabit this decrepit land. Raziel could remember his last journey here to face his maker and betrayer. Stepping to the closed gate he looked up at the crimson pained metal and moved back seeing only one way in. Letting out a semiotic breath he moved his hands calling into his undead being and watched the land shift and twist around him turning the bluish tint of the land of the spectral undead. Again be stood closer to the gate and moved his clawed fingertips over the metal once again and slowly his hand moved threw it. Stepping closer he let his body become submersed into the iron being. Once on the other side the air feeling a little denser he knew he had to move on. Clutching the map in hand he brought it up to his face his eyes squinting a little. He knew the directions and the land, yet he needed more answers due to the face the Elder was less then obvious in his riddles. Knowing someone who might give him clues to what he was trying to figure out. Walking down the hall in a pensive pace his expectation of battle was met. In his sights his eyes fell upon a vampire worshipper standing in attention as if knowing that he would come. Seeing that the human did not know that he was there he decided to sneak up and go on a sneak attack. Looking down at the floor he knew that unlike humans his feet even on marble would not make a lot of noise. Getting down in a crouching position he moved forward slowly. Raziel could hear the beating of the man's heart as he moved closer and closer. Raising on hand he struck the worshipper a blow to the head and watched him writhe in agony well letting out a soft shrill cry of pain. His soul rising from the warm corpse taking flight. His hand came to the tattered cloak he wore on the bottom of his face he revealed his throat, burnt and twisted with his lower jaw missing he took in the soul feeling the power of it course threw his blue veins. Finally he came to the large marble doors that laid inside the pillars of Nosgoth, that at once held the balance of all of Nosgoth, but now stand as a monument to Kain's betrayal. Peering left in right he could feel the energy pulling him in till he got to the very spot where his wings had been torn from his back, the bones breaking and the flesh tare from it's very being. This made him shutter in his soul though not obvious on his being. Hearing a bell chime and a new signature of energy he saw the familiar face of which he came to see. "I knew you would come again Raziel", Ariel said in a soft morning voice. He moved into a low bow then rose up again. "I came to ask you a question lady"; he started holding out the map. She took a glance at it her eyes showing a hint of a change. Her left blue eyes showing some sadness, as she seemed to withdraw from his question. There was a long pause till she spoke again. " Raziel, there have been other unspoken losses here since Kain's blasphemy and betrayal of you. What I may tell you much may shock you or maybe stir up the memories that you desire most, and give you the answer you seek", she says her spectral figure moving slowly to another room. Raziel followed her until she moved behind a large well the crisp blue water ripple from her being. Raziel knew what that well was. It was the oracle that showed what was going on in the past, but never the future. She peered into it with a knowing look as her fingertips moved against the water making it glow faintly. Raziel stepped up to it and glanced in.
The sun shone on the clay sand below his feet as he stepped to the entrance of the jaded building of the Sanctuary of the Clans. Inside that stone relic was the remainder of Kain's empire. There he stood taking in the crisp air threw his pained throat his eyes fixed on entrance conveniently unguarded by the creatures that inhabit this decrepit land. Raziel could remember his last journey here to face his maker and betrayer. Stepping to the closed gate he looked up at the crimson pained metal and moved back seeing only one way in. Letting out a semiotic breath he moved his hands calling into his undead being and watched the land shift and twist around him turning the bluish tint of the land of the spectral undead. Again be stood closer to the gate and moved his clawed fingertips over the metal once again and slowly his hand moved threw it. Stepping closer he let his body become submersed into the iron being. Once on the other side the air feeling a little denser he knew he had to move on. Clutching the map in hand he brought it up to his face his eyes squinting a little. He knew the directions and the land, yet he needed more answers due to the face the Elder was less then obvious in his riddles. Knowing someone who might give him clues to what he was trying to figure out. Walking down the hall in a pensive pace his expectation of battle was met. In his sights his eyes fell upon a vampire worshipper standing in attention as if knowing that he would come. Seeing that the human did not know that he was there he decided to sneak up and go on a sneak attack. Looking down at the floor he knew that unlike humans his feet even on marble would not make a lot of noise. Getting down in a crouching position he moved forward slowly. Raziel could hear the beating of the man's heart as he moved closer and closer. Raising on hand he struck the worshipper a blow to the head and watched him writhe in agony well letting out a soft shrill cry of pain. His soul rising from the warm corpse taking flight. His hand came to the tattered cloak he wore on the bottom of his face he revealed his throat, burnt and twisted with his lower jaw missing he took in the soul feeling the power of it course threw his blue veins. Finally he came to the large marble doors that laid inside the pillars of Nosgoth, that at once held the balance of all of Nosgoth, but now stand as a monument to Kain's betrayal. Peering left in right he could feel the energy pulling him in till he got to the very spot where his wings had been torn from his back, the bones breaking and the flesh tare from it's very being. This made him shutter in his soul though not obvious on his being. Hearing a bell chime and a new signature of energy he saw the familiar face of which he came to see. "I knew you would come again Raziel", Ariel said in a soft morning voice. He moved into a low bow then rose up again. "I came to ask you a question lady"; he started holding out the map. She took a glance at it her eyes showing a hint of a change. Her left blue eyes showing some sadness, as she seemed to withdraw from his question. There was a long pause till she spoke again. " Raziel, there have been other unspoken losses here since Kain's blasphemy and betrayal of you. What I may tell you much may shock you or maybe stir up the memories that you desire most, and give you the answer you seek", she says her spectral figure moving slowly to another room. Raziel followed her until she moved behind a large well the crisp blue water ripple from her being. Raziel knew what that well was. It was the oracle that showed what was going on in the past, but never the future. She peered into it with a knowing look as her fingertips moved against the water making it glow faintly. Raziel stepped up to it and glanced in.