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Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver
The following information comes directly from Crystal Dynamics' 1999 website and the Soul Reaver game manual.

Sanctuary of the Clans

Dark Gods

A millennium has passed since Lord Kain set his capital in the ruins of the Pillars of Nosgoth and began his conquest of the world.  His first act was to recruit a cadre.  Dipping into the underworld, Kain snared six souls and thus birthed his lieutenants, of which I; Raziel was one.  We, in turn prowled the twilight of purgatory building six legions of vampires to pillage Nosgoth.

The destruction of the major human Kingdoms was inevitable.  Within a hundred years, humanity had been thoroughly domesticated.  To be sure, there remained some feral humans scattered across the hinterlands, clinging to their hopeless holy war to rid Nosgoth of 'the vampire scourge'.  They were tolerated.  They made existence for the fledglings more challenging.

After the taming of the humans, our real work began; shaping Nosgoth to our will. Slaves constructed about the Pillars a shrine worthy of our new age, worthy of our dark renaissance. Huge furnaces were constructed to belch smoke into the sky, shielding the land from the poisonous effects of the sun. Never had the world known such a time of beauty.  However, we grew bored.

We allowed the lesser vampires, the remains of the legions, their intrigues.  They provided amusement and spice to an increasingly uninspiring court. As faction fell against faction we betted upon the outcome.  We helped and foiled plots at our whim.  We were the Council and Lord Kain, our only master.


Raziel the vampire

The humans think it is a poison of the blood that makes us what we are. Fools, the blood only feeds the bodies we live in.  To create a vampire, one must steal a soul from the abyss to reanimate the corpse.  It is the body that demands the blood sacrifice; our souls gain their advantage from the powers of the underworld.  As we matured, our earthly bodies evolved into a higher form.  We assumed the powers and nobility of the Dark Gods.  With each change, the trivial affairs of vampire and man held less interest.  Eventually, Lord Kain took us to a distant retreat and left the bickering of the court to the lesser tribes.

Always, it was Kain that would change first.  After the master had experienced a new gift, one of us would follow in a decade or so.  That is, until I had the 'audacity' to evolve before my master.  I was gifted with wings.  And for my impertinence I was damned.

The Elder

To us the touch of water is agony; it burns our flesh like acid.  My punishment was to be cast into the bottomless vortex.  As my brethren heaved me into the air I could see the bemused expressions on their faces. The transitory thrill of something new.  Then the pain began.  Melting, twisting, burning, falling.  A new experience indeed. Time.  I have no concept of how long I fell.  Only that there was an end to the fall and through the pain I heard the voice.  At first I thought it merely the echoes of my own tortured mind, but I grew to understand that it was more.  Something primal. Something angry.  Something righteous.  Something ancient.

Reaver of Souls

The Elder explained much to me.  It told me of creation, of death, of souls and of hunger.  For eons the Elder fed upon the souls of Nosgoth.  Then Kain's empire of vampires deprived the Elder of sustenance.  For centuries his hunger grew and festered in this place.

Now, I serve a new master.  A demanding master.  A master that must be fed, with souls.


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