I am Raziel. First born of the vampire Kain's lieutenants. I am a former vampire that stood with Kain at the dawn of his empire of Nosgoth. I served him a millennium.

As time passed, we vampire became less human and more...."divine". Our master, Kain, would enter a state of change and emerge with a new, dark, vampiric gift. Some time after Kain our evolution would follow.

Until I had the "honor" of surpassing my lord. I emerged from my slumber with a set of beautiful, bat-like wings. A gift that neither my brethren, nor Kain himself had received.

For my transgression, I earned a new kind of reward.....agony. Kain, in a jealous rage, tore my fledgling wings from my back, and condemned me as if I had committed a great blasphemy. There was only one possible outcome for my actions: my eternal damnation. I was to suffer the fate of traitors and weaklings: to burn forever in the Lake of the Dead.

As I tumbled down into the abyss, I burned with white hot fire. My flesh melted away. My features became grotesque. My former glory...my former life..all stolen from me. There was only this torture, and deepening hatred of the hypocrisy that damned me to this hell. Finally, at the bottom of the abyss, my torment receded....

But I would not rest in peace.

I was brought back from the precipice of madness as the Reaver of Souls. The bearer of the wraith blade, the Soul Reaver. The decent had destroyed and yet...I lived.

I seek vengeance upon he who destroyed me...and why I live..

Redeemer...and Destroyer..

Pawn...and Messiah...