viernes, 29 de abril de 2011
The Book of Nod
Cain who sacrificed his brother out of love.
Cain who was cast out.
Cain who was cursed forever with immortality.
Cain who was cursed with the lust for blood.
It is Cain from whom we all come,
Our sire's sire.
For the passing of an age he lived in the land of Nod,
In loneliness and suffering.
For an eon he remained alone.
But the passing of memory drowned his sorrow.
And so he returned to the world of mortals,
To the world of mortals,
To the world his brother and his brother's children had created.
Though he became ruler of a mighty nation, he was still alone,
For none was as he. His sorrow grew once again.
Then he committed another great sin, for he began progeny.
But from them came more progeny, Cain´s grandchilder,
And then Cain´s said, "An end to this crime. There shall be no more."
And as Cain's word was the law, his brood obeyed him.
The city stood for many ages.
And became the center of a mighty empire.
But then came the Deluge, a Great Flood that washed over the world.
The city was destroyed,
And its people along with it.
Again Cain fell into a great sorrow and went into solitude,
Becoming as a dog amidst the wastes,
And leaving his progeny to their own ends.
They came to him and begged him to return,
To help them rebuild the city.
But he would not come with them,
Saying the Flood had been sent as punishment
For his having returned to the world of life
And subverting the true law.
So they returned alone to what mortals were left
And announced that they were the new rulers.
Each created a brood,
In order to claim the glory of Cain.
Yet they did not have his wisdom or restraint.
A great war was waged, the elders against their children,
And the children slew their parents.
The rebels then built a new city
And brought to it 13 tribes.
It was a beautiful city and its people worshiped them as gods.
They created new progeny of their own,
The Fourth Generation of Cainites.
But they feared the Jyhad,
And it was forbidden for those childer
To create others of their kind.
This power the elders kept for themselves.
When a childe was created, it was hunted down and killed,
And its sire with it.
Although this city was as great as Cain's, eventually it grew old.
As do all living things, it slowly began to die.
The gods at first did not see the truth,
And when they last looked about them it was too late.
Their city was destroyed and their power extinguished,
And they were forced to flee, their progeny along with them.
But many were killed in the flight, for they had grown weak.
With their authority gone, all were free to create their own broods,
And soon there were many new Kindred,
Who ruled across the face of the Earth.
But this could not last.
Over time, there came to be too many of the Cainites,
And then there was war once again.
The elders were already deep in hiding,
For they had learned caution.
But their childer had founded their own cities and broods,
And it is they who were killed in the great wave of war.
There was war so total, that there are none of that generation
To speak of themselves any longer.
Waves of mortal flesh were sent across continents
In order to crush and bum the cities of the Kindred.
Mortals thought they were fighting their own wars,
But it is for us they spilt their blood.
Once this war was over,
All Kindred hid from one another
And from the humans who surrounded them.
In hiding we remain tonight,
For the Jyhad continues still.