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Index - the Chronicle of Caine
- A Brief Word on the Chronicle of Caine
- the Chronicle of Caine
- The Coming of Lilith
- Lilith's magick
- The Temptation of Caine
- Zillah's Tale
- The Tale of the Crone
- The Tale of the First City
I cannot tell you the naked fear I feel, putting down these words for once and for all. Perhaps I will regret them. Perhaps they will never see print. Yet, it is my nature to report this. It is, as they say, in the blood.
My sire, and his sire before him followed this great and glorious work. Indeed, our very nature has been shaped by this quest; we are unable to stop searching for knowledge. We are of the Mnemosyne, the Memory-Seekers. Specifically, we have been commanded to search for the Book, the tome of all Kindred lore, which is a collection of writings by Caine, his childer and his grandchlider. It is this Book, supposedly first written in the land of Nod, east of Eden, that captures our daytime nightmares and makes every night a painful journey from ignorance towards truth.
Still, I savor every moment of my unlife. I savor the feeling of the crinkly old skins through silk gloves, turning them page by page. My hands shake with pleasure while holding soft cool lights and reading ink that was newly dried when Charlemagne was young. I savor the gentle, quiet terror of reading cuneiform tablets that threaten to crumble at my very presence. More than that, perhaps more than immortality itself, is the quest that burns within me. It is the search. I have traveled all over this world, perhaps even more than any other of my bloodline.
Where my eternal quest takes me, I shall know no fear! Though small of frame and frail of body, my heart is strong and my blood stronger. I am not afraid to go to those shadowy places where the far-flung fragments of our Father's teachings lie resting! I have gotten lost in the raw brutality of New York, sipped tea with the Governor of Kingston, made life-long enemies in Johannesburg, hired the best diggers in all of Cairo, fought to get through to Casablanca, learned about ancient steel and ancient monuments in Toledo, dug in the white cliffs of Dover, barely avoided a deadly brawl in Dublin, sneaked past watchful eyes in Brest, and liberated ancient tomes from a monastery in Cologne. I have saved fourteen sacred scrolls from the torch in Berlin, sipped the best coffee and talked to the greatest Austrian scholars in Vienna, learned ancient Sumerian from a Methuselah in the hidden tunnels under the University of Prague, and braved the coldest winters Oslo had to offer.
And yet, I did not to this by my wits alone. Barely a night goes by that I do not thank our Founder for his foresight in providing me with the secret ways of hiding, the way to see beyond sight, and the voice of command that seems to come so easily to our line, and I have long blessed my warrior friend Karsh who taught me the secret of seeing in the dark and sleeping in the earth.
And yet, I wonder what else our Founder provided us with. My sire and his sire seem to have fallen under a horrible curse. A madness, dark and quiet at first but soon growing to a terrible loss of coherent thought and communication, has seemed to strike them. Can I be far behind? My Tremere friend has written me, saying that the burning need driving my bloodline might be the cause of the madness. It must be true, for I cannot fight the burning desire for more knowledge, it is as difficult to resist as the need for sleep or the need for blood.
It is perhaps this madness, that which I fear the most which has compelled me to go to press with this translation in haste. Know that I do not intend to break Raphael's fragile Masquerade by putting these words in print. It is my intent that a scant ten score of these books be printed, and that none of the copies of this book be given into the hands of the sons and daughters of Seth (as our Father commands us in The Chronicle of Shadows).
I must publish this now, however. It is the most complete collection of the Chronicles of The Book of Nod that has ever been gathered. No other translation, not even Critias' Codex of Caine, has been as complete.
And yet it shames me to say that this is not the complete text. Far from it. I have seen whole fragments go up in smoke as flames consumed ancient buildings. I have touched a complete Book in the tomb of an Antediluvian, and watched it crumble to dust.
I know that in the catacombs under the tabled Los City of Gold, hidden deep in the Amazon jungle, there are thirteen stone fragments said to contain specific words to each of the 13 tribes of Kindred, but I only glimpsed them once before I was forced to flee. And so I can only boast to having part of the puzzle: the largest part to ever be assembled, true, but still only a part of the whole. I have chosen English as it is my native tongue, it is, in my opinion, the one language which most ably dances between the ancient concepts of Sumer, the noble language of Ancient Rome and the stentorian incantations of Medieval Germany. I must beg forgiveness for its glib simplified action in some cases. However, I will forever defend my choice. The King's English will serve well, especially since so many of the original texts are forever lost to me.
It is perhaps particularly perverse that I follow the threads of memory to each fragment of this Book, and yet I know that there are those out there who harry me at every step. I know that Amelek has himself had a hand in thwarting me once, and other Methuselahs as well. It is difficult to find, for example, lists of the names of the Antediluvians and the Methuselahs, for they know that in names there are power and they, out of fear that some mage would learn to control them with it have blotted their names out of the histories, where ever they have been recovered.
I have luckily managed to discover a few of them, but I suspect these to be falsified names that were created by the Antediluvians to throw me off the trail, so I offer them here. This may be the only way in which we may identify certain Antediluvians. Furthermore, I have fallen into the habit (regrettably) of referring to the founder of a clan with a nominative of the clan's name. For example, Malkav equals Malkavian. This is, admittedly, sloppy scholarship but I have been left with no choice. Once I learned the true name. of Brujah's Antediluvian and discovered my own name carved in my forearm the next evening. I promptly swore to never again seek the names of those founders.
I am quite sure that, even as I write these words, there are agents of the Jyhad who are following me. I will not join the common room downstairs tonight for last night. I indulged in some wine-sotted blood and saw a woman with silver-grey eyes looking at me. She was wearing Ventrue's scepter-sigil on her cloak, I know it was her watching for me, searching for me, sent by Ventrue to harry me. No matter. I will write the truth and the rest of you be damned!
I have attempted to compile these textual fragments into some kind of coherent story, at least within the contexts of the various Chronicles. Where you see an ellipsis, know that there are more words on that particular scrap, but that it has somehow been lost, erased or hidden from me.
I wait now only for a package from London to finish this missive and have done with this book. This package will carry one of the only copies of the Codex of Caine left in existence, and will be the last piece in my complex puzzle. I look forward to touching it, holding it, with great expectation. And if any of my brothers or sisters comes near it, I will ... I will send them to the death of Fire! Let Michael's holy sword brand them, for all I care. No one has come this close. I will reign triumphant amongst my kind.
Aristotle de Laurent
A Brief Word on the Chronicle of Caine
It is unimportant that this part of the Book of Nod is not comparatively accurate with the standard biblical canon. What is important is that we have, perhaps for the first time, a personal viewpoint on the events surrounding the days after the Fall. Caine tells us in his own words what his motives were, and although it is quite possible that this story exists only to shape our idea of him, we can assume that there must be some element of the truth his tale. His account is, after all, the only eyewitness report we have to rely upon.
Ah, our dear Father. In some Islamic myths, the translated Satan figure is thrown from Heaven not because he hates mankind, but because he loves God too much to bow to any other but God, and he will not serve man. It is perhaps that Caine shares in this love he so loves his brother that he cannot think of any other worthy sacrifice to the One Above. Surely Caine could not have had any other reason to sacrifice his brother. He could not know death, having been born before Death was something humanity had experienced.
Other figures of that time also play instrumental roles in the Book. Surely it is not purely mythological transliteration that causes Lilith to appear in this story, for she is a figure in the oldest of the Hebrew Midrashim. Having been cast out of Paradise first, she would recognize Caine for one who had been in the light of heaven and subsequently cast out. There are those among my colleagues who believe that this stanza should represent the idea that Lilith, mother of magick and demoness herself, taught the first Disciplines to Caine. Others see her role as being a midwife to our Father's awakening to his own magickal potential. What remains to be discovered is the fabled "Cycle of Lilith" which supposedly describes the time Caine spent with Lilith as her servant and lover. Was it merely a dalliance, or could it have been some kind of mystical apprenticeship, during which Lilith gradually drew out of Caine the limitations that the Divine had placed upon him and slowly Awakened him to his own magickal powers? The fact that she shows trepidation at his drinking her own blood from the Awakening cup might point to her lack of total understanding as to what, exactly, this might do to the First Son of Adam.
We cannot afford to speculate whether the cup causes a hallucination in Caine or whether Caine is actually physically transported to a wilderness somewhere in the Darkness. This is not understood, neither is it explained by the translation of the original text. The original phraseology essentially means "breathed in" or "moved." Both meanings of the word point to either explanation. And we cannot gain much in the debates: it matters not whether Caine was physically transported. Like shamanic visions recorded as a result of ritually consuming hallucinogenic, Caine's experience was as real to him as any journey might be to you or me. My childe, Beckett, continues to restate his opinion that the Chronicle of Caine is a vampiric parable. I totally disagree, but Beckett is a beloved childe. I will include his studies and findings here, below.
Because of the literary distance between the current translations of the text (Dr. deLaurent's translation included) of The Book of Nod, the original intent of the Book has been lost. It is my theory, based on my own researches, that the stories of Caine and Abel, Caine's curse, and his subsequent meeting with Lilith are parables created to tell the tale of the first Kindred in such a way that even the simplest of us can understand them. Through my own scholarship, and drawing upon the work of the fundamental Caine scholars in the world (including some captured writings by a Black Hand worshipper of Caine), I have created a story which I believe harkens back to the original parable of Caine. In the time after humanity went from a hunter/gatherer society to cultivating farm animals and developing agriculture, there were two tribes, named for their chiefs. They were called the people of Caine and the people of Abel. The people of Abel were herders and animal husbanders, and were more primitive than the people of Caine. They worshipped a great Sun God, who was a warrior who lived in the sky. The people of Caine were agricultural, and were more civilized than the people of Abel. Because it was so important to time the harvest, the people of Caine worshipped the Moon Goddess, the Dark Mother who was both the fertility of Earth and the mystery of the Moon.
Yet, not all of the people were happy. Chief Abel attacked Caine's people, telling them that they were inferior and cursed because they did not hunt like their Sun God hunted. Caine's people did not know much about fighting, but Caine taught them how to use the sharp things that they used to till the soil to kill. When Abel's people came back to torment them again, Caine's people fought back. All of the men, women and children of Abel were killed. The Sun God of the people of Abel then called them cursed as a people, and laid a blood-curse on all of them that they would wander without a home in the wilderness. He burned their villages and salted their fields, and told all to turn away from the people of Caine The people of Caine were unable to recover. They wandered in the curse for many weeks, until they had no food to eat and had many troubles. Then the priestess of the Dark Mother, who lived beyond the Moon, came. The priestess offered Caine's people respite, succor and surcease. She taught them magic, taught them how to hunt, and taught them to drink blood.
The Sun God came to Chief Caine in dreams, and told him and his people to return and subjugate themselves to the will of people of Seth. Chief Caine refused. Then the Sun God told him that all the people of his tribe would be cursed forever, and it was so. But the Dark Mother said that there would always be a way to overcome this curse: if the people of Caine would come to Her, through her mystery, she would free them from the curse of the Sun God.
In this parable, Caine's people (and Caine) represent our need for civilization, the Humanitas that we constantly seek. Abel's people (and Abel) represent our animal natures, our wild selves, the Beast that lies within us. The Dark Mother represents the mystery that guides our very existence: the magic of our blood, the power of Disciplines. We must seek the mystery of Dark Mother while dealing with the legacy left behind by the Sun God –- the curse. Ergo, "A Beast I am, lest a Beast I become.'' Golconda is held out as a final goal, perhaps balancing all these things and showing the transcendence of the Beast Within.
The Chronicle of Caine
I dream of the first times(1)
the longest memory
I speak of the first times(2)
the oldest Father
I sing of the first times
and the dawn of Darkness
where the light of Paradise
lit up the night sky
and the tears of our parents wet the ground.
Each of us, in our way,
set about to live
and take our sustenance from the land.
And I, first-born Caine, I,
with sharp things(4)
planted the dark seeds(5)
wet them in earth
tended them, watched them grow
And Abel, second-born Abel
tended the animals
aided their bloody births(6)
fed them, watched them grow.
I loved him, my Brother
He was the brightest,
He was the first part of all my joy.(7)
Then one day our Father(8) said to us.
Caine, Abel to Him Above(9)
you must make a sacrifice -
a gift of the first part
of all that you have
And I, first-born Caine, I
gathered the tender shoots
the brightest fruits
the sweetest grass
And Abel, second-born, Abel
slaughtered the youngest,
the sweetest of his animals
On the altar of our Father
we laid our sacrifices
and lit fire under them
and watched the smoke carry them
up to the One Above.
The sacrifice of Abel, second-born,
smelled sweet to the One Above
and Abel was blessed.
And, I, first-born Caine, I
was struck from beyond by(10)
a harsh word and a curse,
for my sacrifice was unworthy.
I looked at Abel's sacrifice,
still smoking, the flesh, the blood.
I cried, I held my eyes
I prayed in night and day.
And when Father said(11)
the time for Sacrifice has come again
And Abel led his youngest,
his most beloved
to the sacrificial fire
I did not bring my youngest,
for I knew the One Above would not want them.
And my brother, beloved Abel said to me
"Caine, you did not bring a sacrifice,
a gift of the first part of your joy,
to burn on the altar of the One Above.''
I cried tears of love as I, with sharp things,
sacrificed that which was the first part of my joy,
And the Blood of Abel(12)covered the altar
and smelled sweet as it burned.
But my Father said
"Cursed are you, Caine, who killed your brother.
As I was cast out
so shall you be.''(13)
And He exiled me to wander in Darkness,
the land of Nod.(14)
I flew into the Darkness
I saw no source of light
and I was afraid.(15)
The Coming of Lilith
I was alone in the Darkness
And I grew hungry.
I was alone in the Darkness
And I grew cold.
I was alone in the Darkness
And I cried.(16)
Then there came to me a sweet voice,
a honey voice,
Words of succor.
Words of surcease.(17)
A woman, dark and lovely,
with eyes that pierced the Darkness
came to me.(18)
I know your story. Caine of Nod."
She said, smiling.
"You are hungry. Come! I have food.
You are cold. Come! I have clothes.
You are sad. Come! I have comfort."
"Who would comfort one so Cursed as I?
Who would clothe me?
Who would feed me?"
"I am your Father's first wife,
who disagreed with the One Above
and gained Freedom in the Darkness.
I am Lilith.(19)
Once, I was cold, and there was no warmth for me.
Once. I was hungry and there was no food for me.
Once, I was sad, and there was no comfort for me."
She took me in, she fed me.
She clothed me.
In her arms. I found comfort.
I cried until blood trickled from my eyes
and she kissed them away.(20)
And I dwelt for a time in the House of Lilith(21)
and asked her
"Out of Darkness,
how did you build this place?
How did you make clothes?
How did you grow food?"
And Lilith smiled and said.
"Unlike you, I am Awake.
I see the Threads that spin
all around you, I make that
which I need out of Power." (22)
"Awaken me, then, Lilith." I said.
"I have need for this Power.
Then, I can make my own clothes,
make my own food,
make my own House."
Worry creased Lilith's brow.
"I do not know what the
Awakening will do for you,
for you are truly Cursed by your Father.
You could die.
You could be forever changed."
Caine said, "Even so, a life without Power will not be worth living.
I would die without your gifts.
I will not live as your Thrall."
Lilith loved me, and I knew this.
Lilith would do what I asked,
though she did not wish it.
And so, Lilith, bright-eyed Lilith, Awakened me.
She cut herself with a knife,
bled for me into a bowl.
I drank deep. It was sweet.(23)
And then I fell into the Abyss.(24)
I fell forever, falling
into the deepest darkness.
The Temptation of Caine
And from the Darkness
came a bright shining light -
fire in the night.
And the archangel Michael revealed himself(25) to me.
I was unafraid. I asked his business.
Michael, General of Heaven,
wielder of the holy Flame,
said unto me,
"Son of Adam, Son of Eve, thy crime is great,
and yet the mercy of my Father is also great.
Will you not repent the evil that you have done, and let his mercy wash you clean?"
And I said to Michael,
"Not by [the One Above]'s grace, but mine own
will I live, in pride."(26)
Michael cursed me, saying
"Then, for as long as you walk this earth,
you and your children will fear my living flame,
and it will bite deep and savor your flesh."(27)
And on the morning, Raphael came(28) on lambent wings,
light over the horizon,
the driver of the Sun,
ward of the East.
Raphael spoke, saying
Caine, son of Adam, son of Eve,
your brother Abel forgives you your sin
will you not repent, and accept the mercy of the Almighty?"
And I said to Raphael:
"Not by Abel`s forgiveness, but mine own,
will I be forgiven."
Raphael cursed me, saying
"Then, for as long as you walk this earth,
you and your children will fear the dawn,
and the sun's rays will seek to burn you like fire,
wherever you hide, always.
Hide now, for the Sun rises to take its wrath on you."
But I found a secret place in the earth
and hid from the burning light of the Sun.
Deep in the earth, I slept until the Light of the World was hidden behind the mountain of Night.(29)
When I awoke from my day of sleep,
I heard the sound of gentle rushing wings(30)
and I saw the black wings of Uriel draped around me -
Uriel, reaper, angel of Death,
dark Uriel who dwells in darkness.
Uriel spoke to me quietly, saying
"Son of Adam. Son of Eve. God Almighty has forgiven you your sin.
Will you accept his mercy and let me take you to your reward, no longer cursed?"(31)
And I said to dark-winged Uriel,
"Not by God`s mercy, but my own, will I live.
I am what I am, I did what I did,
and that will never change.''(32)
And then, through dread Uriel
God Almighty cursed me, saying:(33)
"Then, for as long as you walk this earth,
you and your children will cling to Darkness
You will drink only blood
You will eat only ashes(34)
You will be always as you were at death,
Never dying, living on.
You will walk forever in Darkness,
all you touch will crumble into nothing,
until the last days.''
I gave a cry of anguish at this terrible curse and tore at my flesh.
I wept blood,
I caught the tears in a cup
and drank them.(35)
When I looked up from my drink of sorrow
the archangel Gabriel
Gabriel, Lord of Mercy
appeared to me.
The archangel Gabriel said unto me,
"Son of Adam, Son of Eve,
Behold, the mercy of the Father is greater
than you can ever know
for even now there is a path opened
a road of Mercy
and you shall call this road [Golconda].(36)
And tell your children of it,
for by that road may they come
to once again dwell in the Light.''
And with that, the darkness was lifted
like a veil
and the only light was Lilith's bright eyes.
Looking around me, I knew
that I had Awakened.
When my energies first
surged through me
how to move like lightning [Celerity]
how to borrow the strength of the earth [Potence]
how to be as stone [Fortitude]
These were like breathing once was to me.
Lilith then showed me
how she hides herself from hunters [Obfuscate]
how she commands obedience [Dominate]
and how she demands respect [Presence]
Then, Awakening myself further, I found
the way to alter forms [Protean]
the way to have dominion over animals [Animalism]
the way to make eyes see sight [Auspex](37)
Then Lilith commanded that I stop, saying that
I had over reached my bounds
That I had gone too far
That I threatened my very essence.
She used her powers and commanded me to stop.
Because of her power, I heeded her,
but deep within me a seed was planted
a seed of rebellion
and when she turned her face from me,
I opened myself up once more, to the Night,
and saw the infinite possibilities in the stars
and knew that a path of power, a path of Blood
was mine for the taking,
and so I awakened in me this Final Path,
from which all other paths would grow.
With this newest power, I broke the bonds
that the Lady of Night put on me
I left the Damned Queen that evening,
cloaking myself in shadows,
I fled the lands of Nod
and came at last to a place
where not even her demons could find me.
Let me tell the tale of Zillah(38)
first loved of Caine,
first wife of Caine,
the sweetest blood,
the softest skin,
the clearest eyes.
Alone of Caine's newest Childer,
did Caine desire Her,(39)
and she was not mindful of his desire, turning away from Him.
Not gifts, not sacrifices,
not perfumes, not doves,
not beautiful dancers,
not singers, not oxen,
not sculpture, not beautiful clothes,
nothing would turn Zillah's heart
from stone to sweet fruit.
So Caine pulled at his beard(40)
and tore at his hair
and took to roaming the wilderness
at night, thinking of her,
burning for her,
and one night Caine came upon
an old Crone singing to the moon.
Caine said to the Crone,
"Why do you sing so?"
And the Crone replied,
"Because I yearn for what I cannot have ..."(41)
Caine said to the Crone,
"I yearn also. What can one do?''
The Crone smiled and said,
"Drink of my blood this night,
Caine, Father of Kindred,
and return tomorrow night.
Then will I tell you the wisdom of the Moon."(42)
Caine drank at the Crone's bare neck,
The next night, Caine found the Crone sleeping on a rock.
"Wake up, Crone," Caine said.
"I have returned."
The Crone opened one eye and said,
"I dream of the solution for you this night. Drink once more of me,
and then return tomorrow night.
Bring a bowl of clay.
Bring a sharp knife.
I will have your answer then."
Once again. Caine took blood from the Crone,
who immediately fell back into a deep slumber.
When Caine returned the next night,
the Crone looked up at him and smiled,
"Greetings, Lord of the Beast," the Crone said.(43)
"I have the wisdom you seek."
"Take some of my blood,
into the bowl you have,
and mix in these berries
and these herbs,
and drink deep of the elixir."
"You will be irresistible.
You will be potent.
You will be masterful.
You will be ardent.
You will be glowing.
The heart of Zillah will melt
like the snows in spring."
And so. Caine drank from the Crone's elixir,
because he was so in love with Zillah,
and he so desired her love in return.
And the Crone laughed. The Crone laughed aloud.
She had tricked him! She had trapped him!
Caine was angry beyond compare.
Caine reached out with his powers,
to rend this Crone apart with his strength.
The Crone cackled and said, "Do not"
And Caine could do nothing against her.
The Crone chuckled and said. "Love me."
And Caine could do nothing but stare into her ancient eyes, desire her leathery skin.
The Crone laughed and said, "Make me immortal."
And Caine Embraced her. She cackled again, laughed with the pure ecstasy of the Embrace,
for it did not pain her.
"I have made you powerful. Caine of Enoch,
Caine of Nod,
but you will forever be bound to me.
I have made you master of all,
but you will never forget me!
Your blood, potent as it is now,
will bond those who drink it,
as you did, once a night
for three nights.
You will be the master.
They will be your thrall, as you are mine.
For though Zillah will love you, as you wanted,
you will love me, forever.
Go now, and claim your lovely bride,
I will wait for you in the darkest places,
while I brew more potions for your health."
And so, heavy hearted,
Caine returned to Enoch.
And each night,
for three nights,
Zillah drank from her Sire,
though she did not know it.
And, on the third night,
Caine announced he would marry(44)
Zillah, his sweetest Childe,
and she agreed.
The Tale of the Crone
For a year and a day(45)
Caine labored in service
to the Crone, who with blood-wisdom.
bound him as surely as any prisoner.
She would visit him at night
force him to give up his blood
for her secret elixirs
and potent formulas
She would take his Childer's Childer,
and they would never be heard from again.
But Caine was wise. He did not drink from her ever again.
And she did not ask him to, thinking
that he was ever in her Thrall.
One night. Caine went to the Crone in the forest.
and told her of terrible dreams
that he had during his sleep.
"I fear for my life, Crone.
I fear the prophecy of Uriel,
and my Children's lust for my blood.
Tell me secret knowledge, that I might
be powerful against my own."
And the Crone went to a tree made of gopher wood,(46)
and broke off a limb.
She took a sharp knife
and sharpened the limb.
"Take this piece of living wood,
pierce the heart of your wayward childe.
It will render him still,
and yours to command.
Instead of feasting on your heart's blood,
he will feel the weight of your justice."
Caine said. "Thank you, Mother," and
With that, moving in quick movements,
Caine took the stake of gopher wood,
seized it and drove it
deep within the Crone's heart.
Because Caine, wise Caine
had fed not upon her for a year and a day
and because he forced his Will through
his hands, he broke the Bond she held
on him, and turned his fortune.
She laughed again, as blood welled up
and poured out of her mouth.
Her eyes poured out hate.
Caine kissed her once,
kissed her cold, withered lips,
and left her there
to Raphael's gentle smile:
the sun that rises.
The Tale of the First City
In the beginning there was only Caine
Caine who [sacrificed] his brother out of
Caine who was cast out.
Caine who was cursed forever with immortality.
Caine who was cursed with the lust for blood,
It is Caine 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 his brother [Seth, third-born of Eve,]
and [Seth's children] had created.
He returned and was made welcome.
[For none would turn against him,
due to the Mark that was laid upon him.]
The people saw his power and worshipped him,
[He grew powerful, and his power was strong,
his ways of awe and command were great]
[And the Children of Seth made] him King
of their great City, The First City.
But Caine grew lonely in his Power.
Deep within him, the seed of loneliness blossomed, and grew a dark flower
He saw within his blood the potence of fertility
By calling up demons and listening to whispered wisdom
He learned the way to make a child for his own.
He came to know its power, and, doing so,
decided to Embrace one of those near him.
And, lo, Uriel, Dread Uriel, revealed himself to Caine
that very night
and said to him,
"Caine, though powerful you are, and marked of God,
know you this: that any Childe you make will
bear your curse, that any of your Progeny
will forever walk in the Land of Nod, and
fear flame and sun, drinking blood only
and eating ashes only.
And since they will carry their father's jealous seed,
they will forever plot and fight
Doom not those of Adam's
grandchildren who seek to walk
in righteousness. Caine!
Stay your dread Embrace!"
Still, Caine knew what he must do, and a young man
named Enoch, who was the most beloved of Seth's kin,
begged to be made Son to the dark Father.
And Caine, mindful though he was of Uriel's words,
seized Enoch, and wrapped him in the dark Embrace.
And so, it came to pass that Caine beget
Enoch and, so doing, named the First City Enoch.
And so doing, did Enoch beg for a brother,
a sister, and Caine, indulgent Father,
gave these to him, and their names were
Zillah, whose blood was most-favored of Caine,
and Irad, whose strength served Caine's arm.
And these Kindred of Caine learned the ways
of making Progeny of their own, and
they Embraced more of Seth's kin, unthinking.
And then wise Caine said. "An end to this crime.
There shall be no more."
And as Caine's word was the law, his Brood obeyed him.
The city stood for many ages,
And became the center of a mighty Empire.
Caine grew close to those not like him.
The [children of Seth] knew him
And he, to turn, knew them
But the world grew dark with sin.
Caine's Children wandered here and there,
indulging their dark ways
Caine felt anger when his children fought
He discovered deceit when he saw them make word-war
He knew sadness when he saw them abuse
[the children of Seth]
Caine read the signs in the darkening sky,
but said nothing.
Then came the great Deluge, a great flood that washed over the world.
The City was destroyed,
the children of Seth with it.
Again, Caine fell into great sorrow and went into solitude.
And he left us, his Progeny, to our own ends.
We found him, after much searching, deep in the earth,
and he bade us go, saying that the Flood was a punishment,
for his having returned to the world of life
And subverting the true law.
He asked us to go, so that he might sleep.
So we returned alone to find the children of Noah,
And announced that we were the new rulers.
Each created a Brood
In order to claim the glory of Caine,
Yet we did not have his wisdom or restraint.
A great war was waged, the Elders against their Children,
just as Uriel had said,
And the Children slew their parents.
They rose up
Used fire and wood
Swords and claws
To destroy those who had created them.
The rebels then built a new city.
Out of the fallen Empire,
they collected the Thirteen clans
that had been scattered by the Great War,
and brought them all together,
They brought in the Kingship Clan [Ventrue],
the Clan of the Beast [Gangrel],
the Moon Clan [Malkavian],
the Clan of the Hidden [Nosferatu],
the Wanderer Clan [Ravnos],
the Clan of the Rose [Toreador],
the Night Clan [Lasombra],
the Clan of Shapers [Tzmisces],
the Snake Clan [Setites],
the Clan of Death [Giovanni],
the Healer's Clan [Saulot],
the Clan of the Hunt [Assamites],
and the Learned Clan [Brujah].
They made a beautiful city,
and the people worshipped them as gods.
They created new Progeny of their own,
the Fourth Generation of Cainites.
But they feared the Jyhad,
the Prophecy of Uriel,
And it was forbidden for those Children
To create others of their kind.
This power their Elders kept for themselves.
When a Childe was created, it was hunted down and killed,
and its Sire with it.
Although Caine was away from us,
we did feel his careful eye watching us,
and we knew that he marked our movements and our ways.
He cursed [Malkav], when that one defamed his image
and doomed him to insanity, forever.
When [Nosferatu] was found indulging his tastes in foul ways with his own Children,
Caine laid his hand on [Nosferatu],
and told him that he would forever wear his evil and twisted his visage.
He cursed us all, for killing the first part of his Children, the Second Generation,
As we had hunted them down one by one,
Zillah the Beautiful, Irad the Strong, and Enoch First-Ruler.
And we mourned them all, as we were all of a kind,
and all of the families of Caine's childer.
Though this city was as great as Caine'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 at last looked about them it was too late.
For, as Uriel had said,
the seed of Evil planted blossomed as a blood-red rose.
And [Troile], the Child of Caine's Child's Child
rose up, and slew her Father, Brujah.
And ate of his flesh.
Then war wracked the city
And nothing could ever be as it was.
The Thirteen saw their city 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 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 Kindred
And then there was war once again,
The Elders were already deep in hiding,
For they had learned caution,
But their Children 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 burn the cities of the Kindred.
Mortals thought they were fighting their own wars.
But it is for us that they spilt their blood.
Once this war was over,
All of the Kindred hid from one another
And from the humans that surrounded them.
In hiding we remain today,
For the Jyhad continues still.
And none will say when Caine will arise again,
from his sleep in the earth,
and call for the city Gehenna,
the Last City, the City of Judgment.
The Jyhad continues still.