The Sarafan were saviors, defending Nosgoth from the corruption that *we* represent. Raziel: I will not applaud your clever blasphemy. Who better to serve me than those whose passion transcends all notions of good and evil? Can you grasp the absurd beauty of the paradox? We're the same, Sarafan and vampire, with our holy wars, our obsession with Nosgoth's domination. Kain: How could I not? One must keep his friends close, Raziel, and his enemies even closer. How could you transform a Sarafan priest into a vampire? Raziel: I have been to the Tomb of Sarafan, Kain. We are compelled ineluctably down pre-ordained paths. We each play out the parts fate has written for us. In your haste to find me, perhaps you have not gazed deeply enough. Kain: These chambers are for insight for those *patient* enough to look. But in the end, you offer no more than a convenient rationalization for your crimes. Gazing out across the plains of possibility, do you not feel with all your soul, how we have become like gods? And as such, are we not indivisible? As long as a single one of us stands, we are legion! That is why, when I must sacrifice my children to the void, I can do so with a clear heart. But each of us is so much more than we once were. As a man, I could never have contained such forbidden truths. To see its paths and streams tracing out into the infinite. When I first stole into this chamber centuries ago, I did not fathom the true power of knowledge. Raziel: Lies! You cannot have foreseen all of this. In your ability to hate, in your self-righteous indignation. Raziel: Did it trouble *you* when you ordered me into the abyss? Tell me, did it trouble you to murder your brothers? I must say I'm disappointed in your progress.
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