This story started on my watt pad account and I decided it was better off on . anyway it is currently a work in progress. I hope you can enjoy the prologue. It is a slightly different retelling of bloodomen up to soulreaver 2. Hope you like it! -StrifeVII

(Kain's POV)

You will have the blood you hunger for.

Those were the words Mortanius spoke to me as I was resurrected as a vampire. I knew not of what my resurrection would entail. Although, I do admit I had not sought a description.

I had awoken in a crypt. It is truly something else to see your own grave. I wouldn't say it had traumatized me, but it did teach me a new form of self respect. I walked to the entrance of the crypt. The stench of death hang heavy in the air. I had to find a way out of here.

As I walked through the crypt there were a few puzzles that I needed to solve if I wanted to continue. None of them were of too much challenge, but at the time my mind wasn't as sharp as it usually is.

Amongst the puzzles and traps I found things I had never seen before. Skeletons walked the halls of the crypt as well as zombies. There were men and women chained to the walls. My newborn talents were used to partake in their delicious blood. I killed at least twenty creatures that night alone. When I had finally escaped the crypt another threat awaited me.

I had never expected such cruelty from the sunlight,well the little sunlight there was. The rain was the true pain, it stung like a wasp as it touched my skin. I grit my teeth and continued down the path to Zeischurchl. The evergreen trees swayed in the wind, and pine needles fell to the ground as the rain pulled them from the branches. I could hear something in the distance, it sounded like laughture. Not that of a child, but that of one who boasted about their wrong doing.

I continued down the path with vengeance in my heart, well whatever remained of my heart. The wind grew stronger, and the rain fell heavier. The path seemed to go on forever, and the laughing grew louder with every step I took. I thirsted greatly for blood, and envied for revenge. My heart beat increased, blood spewed from my mouth, I readied my sword. The laughing grew louder and louder. My assassins came into my sight. They yelled and spat at me, I attacked with fury as they yelled.

"If we put you down once we can do it again!" They screamed.

I stood in the blood and drank my fill from their necks. My quest for vengeance was over, but My quest for Nosgoth had only just begun.

Over the course of a year or so I managed to destroy the circle of nine, and restore the pillars. Along the way I had met an ancient vampire known as Vorador. He told me that we were like that of a sheppard, and humans were our sheep. It was our duty to thin the herd. I did as Vorador told me, and when it came down to the final play of my hand. In the end I chose to damn Nosgoth, who wouldn't have?

The noble and the fool are ones who would choose oblivion. I chose a different path, a path of conquest, a path of damnation. The path of the hypocrite.