Kain is deified; the clans tell tales of him.
Few know the truth.
He was mortal once, as were we all, however, his contempt for humanity drove him to create me and my brethren.
I am Raziel, firstborn of his lieutenants.
I have served Kain a millennium; I stood with him and my brothers at the dawn of the empire.
Together, we forged the legions that subjugated Nosgoth.
For my transgression, I earned a new kind of reward: agony.
"Cast him in."
Tumbling, burning with white-hot fire, I plunged into the depths of the abyss.
Unspeakable pain, relentless agony; time ceased to exist, only this torture and a deepening hatred of the hypocrisy that damned me to this hell.
"I know you, Raziel, you are worthy."