6. The Tomb of the Sarafan

Deep in the bowels of the frozen earth, I sought the secrets of my ancient birth. I broke the seals of the sacred shrine, To read the history of a dark design! The statues stood in the dust and stone, The Sarafan warriors on a holy throne. I wiped the grime from the marble plate, And stared into the eyes of my own dark fate! The names were written in the holy light, The vampire hunters of the ancient night! Turel, Dumah, Rahab, and the rest, With a golden cross on a human breast! The ultimate irony! The cruelest joke! The holy illusion completely broke! I was a Sarafan! A warrior of light! Turned into a monster of the endless night! Kain, you bastard! You twisted my soul! Making the hunter play the victim's role! He raised us up from our sacred graves, To make the holy heroes his vampire slaves! The very monsters we swore to kill, Became the shape of our master's will. My hands were shaking in the spectral cold, As the horrific truth of my life unrolled. The hatred burned through my rotten skin, For the cosmic joke that I was living in! "We were the purity. We were the light. And Kain dragged us into the dirt, making us the very blasphemy we fought against. It wasn't just a resurrection... it was his personal, twisted amusement." The ultimate irony! The cruelest joke! The holy illusion completely broke! I was a Sarafan! A warrior of light! Turned into a monster of the endless night! Kain, you bastard! You twisted my soul! Making the hunter play the victim's role! "My crusade was no longer about justice or the Elder God. It was about pure, unadulterated vengeance. Kain had to die for what he did to our memories."