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                      @      Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2    @
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    Ryan "Nemesis 300" Kelly
    E-Mail: original_dark_id@yahoo.com
    Project Started: April 7, 2002
    Project Complete: April 16, 2002
    Last Update: April 16, 2002
    Game/Console: Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2/ Playstation 2, PC
    Version: 1.0
    -------I. SECTIONS-------
    V.------------------------------------------Script: Part 1- The Beginning
    VI.-----------------------------------------Script: Part 2- The Future
    VII.----------------------------------------Script: Part 3- Back to the Past
    -------II. UPDATES-------
    1.0- Initial Release. The script is just about completely done. I'll except 
    any questions for the next few months before I make a Final Update.
    -------III. DISCLAIMER-------
    If you wanna use this script on your site, make sure contact me first of all.
    After you post it make sure you do all of the following!!!
    - You do not make any money off of this guide.
    - You do not edit the FAQ whatsoever(even spacing and grammatical errors)
    - You give credit when due.
    This document can only be placed on a non-commercial or non-profit website. 
    Remember not to alter anything or there will be trouble. You can't use this
    document as a reference for your own, unless you give me credit. You can use
    the layout if you want
    This is a copyrighted document, so if you steal, I sue! Please try to contact
    me if your going to use this, I don't want any nasty misunderstandings.
    -----IV. NOTES-----
    -I used the "Dark Chronicles" for the major scenes, but the omitted scenes in
    the Dark Chronicles are included as well.
    -I'll try to describe what happens to the best of my ability, but don't expect 
    too much (i.e. Raziel blinks three times and takes a quarter step forward while
    breathing heavily.)
    -This script is divided into three parts, the three time eras in the game.
    -[Description] (interjection from me), okay.
    -Well, on to what you came here for...
    -----V. SCRIPT: PART 1- THE BEGINNING-----
    [Raziel enters the Chronoplast chamber, and surveys its tiered walkways and 
    arcane dials, noting both the mysterious device suspended from the domed 
    ceiling, and the undulating portal on the far side of the chamber. None of 
    this interests him. He is looking for Kain. Raziel hears a voice, and Kain 
    reveals himself as he steps out from the shadows of the upper tier.]
    At last... I must say Iím disappointed in your progress. I imagined you would 
    be here sooner. Tell me - did it trouble you to murder your brothers?
    [Raziel slowly descends the stairway, keeping his eyes locked on Kain.]
    Did it trouble you when you ordered me into the Abyss? 
    [Kainís only response is ironic laughter. He steps back toward one of the 
    arcane dials and prepares to turn it.]
    Eternity is relentless, Raziel. When I first stole into this chamber, 
    centuries ago, I did not fathom the true power of knowledge. 
    [Kain throws the switch, and the Chronoplast device responds.]
    To know the future, Raziel - to see its paths and streams tracing out 
    into the infinite... As a man, I could never have contained such forbidden 
    truths. But each of us is so much more than we once were. 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 legionÖ 
    [Kain descends the main staircase, and moves toward the second-tier dials.]
    Our futures are predestined - Moebius foretold mine aeons ago. We each play
    out the parts fate has written for us. Free will is an illusion. 
    [Kain punctuates his statement by throwing the second switch. Raziel glares 
    up at him from the floor of the chamber.]
    I found the Tomb of Sarafan, Kain. How could you profane a priest by turning
    him into a vampire? 
    [Furious, Raziel launches himself at Kain - who easily stops Raziel in 
    mid-air with one hand, and holds him by the throat, at armís length.]
    How could I not? One must keep his friends close, Raziel - and his enemies 
    even closer. 
    [Kain effortlessly hurls Raziel to the lower floor of the chamber, and then 
    drops down himself, approaching Razielís sprawled figure.]
    Who better to serve me than those whose passion transcends all notion of 
    good and evil? 
    [Raziel rises slowly, enraged and humiliated, and wheels on Kain.]
    The Sarafan were saviors, defending Nosgoth from the corruption that we 
    represent. My eyes are opened, Kain - I find no nobility in the unlife you 
    rudely forced on my unwilling corpse!
    [Raziel lunges at Kain. Kain evades the blow, but Raziel attacks again and 
    pins Kain against the wall, his forearm to his throat. Kain is unfazed by 
    Razielís attack - he is composed, even slightly amused. He allows Raziel to 
    pin him there momentarily, and continues to taunt him, their faces inches 
    You may have uncovered your past, but you know nothing of it. You think 
    the Sarafan were noble, altruistic?
    [Kain breaks Razielís grip and propels him away with a blast of telekinetic 
    energy. Raziel flies backward and slams into a buttress with bone-shattering 
    force. Kain laughs and moves toward the final dial.]
    Donít be simple. Their agenda was the same as ours. 
    [Kain throws the final switch. The arms of the Chronoplast device descend, 
    and the portal flares into life.]
    Kain (mockingly):
    You nearly had me, Raziel...
    [Kain vanishes in a flash of light, and reappears on the upper tier, in 
    front of the portal.]
    But this is not where - or how - it ends. Fate promises more twists before 
    this drama unfolds completely.
    [Kain turns and strides deliberately through the portal. Raziel gets to his 
    feet and races up the stairway. He pauses briefly, then leaps through the 
    portal to pursue Kain. Raziel finds himself floating in darkness, and hears 
    an unfamiliar voice calling to him out of the ether. As Raziel drifts to the 
    floor and the chamber coalesces, Moebius the Time Streamer steps out of the 
    mist to greet him.]
    Redeemer and destroyer.
    Pawn and messiah.
    Welcome, time-spanned soul.
    Welcome...to your destiny. 
    [Raziel has just leapt through the Chronoplast portal in pursuit of Kain, 
    fuelled by blind rage and a thirst for vengeance. As his surroundings 
    coalesce, he finds himself in a domed room, similar to the Chronoplast 
    chamber, but smaller in scale. Moebius, the Time Streamer, steps forward to 
    greet him.]
    "Where am I" is the usual question. In your case, "when?" might be more apt. 
    [Raziel recognizes Moebius, and knows how dangerous he is. As he raises the 
    Reaver in defense, the orb on Moebiusís staff flares brightly. The 
    wraith-blade sputters out and retracts, its wisps of energy dissipating 
    completely. Alarmed, and now even more suspicious of the sorcererís motives, 
    Raziel advances on Moebius.]
    Very well, you old snake - if youíd prefer I use my bare hands...
    [Raziel lunges at Moebius and grabs him by his scrawny neck, throwing him 
    up against the wall. Moebius feigns surprise and fear for a moment.]
    This is completely unexpected! This orb disables our vampire enemies, leaving 
    them helpless and incapacitated. Strangely, it seems to have the same effect 
    on that peculiar weapon of yours. But you must believe me - I mean you no 
    You can drop the benevolent facade, Moebius. I know who - and what - you are. 
    I should kill you where you stand...
    [As Raziel speaks, Moebiusís demeanor changes. He no longer appears to be an 
    addled old magician - this Moebius is composed, confident, and completely in 
    Moebius (laughing):
    Perhaps you should, my boy. But you donít.
    [Raziel tightens his grip a bit on Moebiusís throat.]
    Are you so certain of that, Moebius? 
    [Moebius appears completely unfazed by Razielís threats.]
    My role as Time Guardian affords me a certain level of omniscience, Raziel.
    No, you donít kill me. That honor belongs to your maker, Kain, some thirty 
    years from now.
    [Raziel releases him roughly, with disgust.]
    Hmph. You two are a pair - youíre just as fatalistic as he is.
    Moebius (laughing softly):
    Death comes for us all, Raziel. Itís just a matter of time.
    [Completely composed, Moebius turns his back on Raziel and exits the chamber.]
    How is it that you know my name? We have never met.
    On the contrary, Raziel - I know you very well... And it grieves me to see how 
    cruelly Kain has used you. I knew you when you were one of the Sarafan 
    brotherhood, Raziel. We were even close.
    Raziel (with revulsion):
    Oh please.
    Fortunately, you need not love me now to be my ally...
    [Raziel follows Moebius into the adjacent room - the walls of this octagonal 
    chamber are decorated with murals memorializing the six martyred Circle 
    guardians, slaughtered here many centuries ago. The slain guardians are 
    depicted in beatific imagery, while their murderer - the vampire Vorador - is 
    demonized. In the center of the room stands a distinctive basin engraved with 
    arcane symbols.]
    Are we within the Stronghold of the Sarafan priesthood? 
    Yes, but the glorious days of the Sarafan have long since passed, Iím afraid.
    This is a more... cynical and indecorous age. My mercenary army now inhabits 
    this stronghold - we strive to honor the memory of the Sarafan with our own 
    humble crusade.
    [Raziel studies the surrounding murals, intrigued.]
    Is this the vampire Vorador?
    Yes, the scourge of the Circle. The most depraved and decadent example of his 
    whole degenerate race. He slaughtered six of my fellow Guardians as they 
    cowered, defenseless in this room.
    Raziel (incredulous):
    And you somehow survived this massacre?
    I, and two others. The Circle was devastated; only we three were spared.
    Raziel (disdainful):
    How convenient. Youíll forgive me if I donít naively devour every scraps of 
    information you toss me. You have a reputation for deceit.
    And who has slandered me so? Your malefactor Kain? The one who betrayed and 
    destroyed you? Our common enemy? Consider the source, before you judge me too 
    harshly. Weíll forget about rekindling our old friendship, then. But consider 
    an alliance based on our common ground - We both want Kain dead. I can help 
    you do it.
    You donít want to meddle in this, old man. I know all about your sordid 
    little schemes, but youíre simply out of your depth on this one.
    You underestimate me, Raziel. Let me show you...
    [Moebius ignites the four candles that stand on the basinís edge, and an 
    image slowly materializes in the mystical waters of the bowl. The image in 
    the basin coalesces, and Kain is revealed. Raziel leans over the basin and 
    peers in, mesmerized.]
    Even now, Kain is lying in wait for you, unaware that Iíve snatched you out 
    of the time-stream and brought you here to me.
    [The image wavers, and we see that Kain is standing in a clearing, beneath 
    the Pillars of Nosgoth, apparently waiting...]
    See how he lingers at the very Pillars he is destined to destroy, foolishly 
    confident that he has eluded your grasp.
    Raziel (fascinated):
    The Pillars are still standing in this time?
    Yes, Raziel - they are the embodiment of the divine force which preserves the 
    life of our world. We who serve the Pillars maintain their delicate balance - 
    and Kain is destined to be the fulcrum upon which that balance turns. I 
    believe you have already endured the wasteland wrought by his terrible, 
    selfish decision. Kainís very existence is a cancer upon this world. As long 
    as he lives, all of Nosgoth is in peril.
    [The image in the basin wavers and fades out completely.]
    You may never again be human, Raziel... But you can re-embrace the essence of 
    your humanity, and the nobility of your Sarafan heritage. Go to him, Raziel, 
    and end this. But first you will need to find your way out of the Stronghold 
    - and in this, Iím afraid, I cannot help you. My soldiers will not understand 
    your appearance here; they will try to kill you. You neednít fear them, of 
    course. Theyíre no match for you. Try to keep the casualties to a minimum, 
    but do what you have to do.
    All great movements require a few martyrs...
    [Moebius vanishes, leaving Raziel alone in the chamber.]
    *****The Sarafan Stronghold*****
    [Raziel now takes time to study the room he is in.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Alone now, I surveyed my surroundings and noticed a second Time Streaming 
    chamber, itís entrance identical to the first, but with one distinction. That 
    crystal was significant, but how? I had not yet discovered. 
    [Raziel continues into a hallway and studies his surroundings]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Throughout the Stronghold I discovered evidence of my former nobility, and my 
    life as a Sarafan priest. This was the heritage so foully stolen from me when 
    Kain raided my sacred crypt and defiled me.
    [Raziel continues on, entering the main hall of the Stronghold.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Away from the influence of Moebiusí cursed staff, I could feel the strength 
    of the Soul Reaver slowly returning. If that orb was as debilitating to 
    vampires as it was to the blade, it gave Moebius a powerful advantage over 
    his enemies. I finally understood how Moebiusí crusade could decimate the 
    vampires so successfully. If he could immobilize his enemies, they were at 
    his mercy. But why, I wondered, did the staff have any effect on the Reaver? 
    *****The Reaver Convergence*****
    [Raziel enters the choir area of the Sanctuary for the first time, and feels 
    an inexplicable distortion which intensifies as he approaches the central 
    Raziel V.O:
    As I neared the Strongholdís inner sanctum, a strange sensation crept over me 
    - an indescribable feeling of displacement, a sense of vertigo as reality 
    itself appeared to warp and bend around me. The disturbance seemed to emanate 
    from the Sanctuaryís furthest chapel. As I cautiously approached, the sense 
    of dislocation intensified with each step. 
    [As Raziel enters the chapel, he sees a stained-glass window memorializing 
    Williamís murder at Kainís hands. At the end of the chapel stands the 
    sarcophagus of the martyred king.]
    Raziel V.O:
    So this was the tomb of the beloved King William the Just - beautified here 
    as the martyr and catalyst of Moebiusís crusade. I was reminded of Kainís 
    journey as a fledgling vampire - How Moebius coerced him to travel back in 
    history and assassinate William, thus igniting a genocidal hatred of vampires 
    among the citizens of Nosgoth.
    [Raziel proceeds into the chapel and stands before the sarcophagus, which he 
    realizes now serves also as an altar - for here, clutched loosely in the 
    hands of William's effigy, is the Soul Reaver, it's blade broken in two.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    And here I discovered the source of the displacement - the Soul Reaver 
    itself, laid out like a holy relic... And broken, apparently in the battle 
    between William and Kain. I had not thought such a thing was possible... 
    Until, of course, Kain shattered the blade against me when he tried to strike 
    me down.
    [Raziel looks at his right hand contemplatively.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Thus the captive spirit inhabiting the Reaver was released - and binding 
    itself to me, became my symbiotic weapon. 
    [Mesmerized by the Reaver's presence here, Raziel tentatively reaches out to 
    touch the sword. As if in sympathetic response, the wraith-blade begins to 
    manifest of its own will.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    And so the Reaver met it's former self, still imprisoned in this corporeal 
    shell... I watched, mesmerized, as the wraith-blade uncoiled itself, and 
    snaked down the length of the physical blade... 
    [As it passes over the hilt of the sword, Raziel's hand involuntarily lunges 
    forward and clamps down. The Reaver has taken control.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Embracing its twin, its mirror self, the Reaver's long-dormant spirit was 
    now fully aroused. And for the first time, I felt the true presence of this 
    other entity - willful, ravenous, and deranged from thousands of years of 
    imprisonment... Then Reaver was now in command - and I, now merely it's 
    helpless host, felt my soul being leeched to restore the blade. 
    [Raziel watches in helpless horror as the Reaver draws his soul-energy 
    through his arm and into the broken blade. The two halves of the Soul Reaver 
    come together and are instantly re-fused. Just before he is drained 
    completely, the Reaver relents, and Raziel recovers control.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    But the Reaver knew better than to destroy its host - and just as I neared 
    the brink of oblivion, the blade released its hold on me. As I recovered, I 
    realized we were now bound together in a fragile alliance - the Reaver no 
    longer merely my symbiotic weapon, but a sentient parasite, competing for 
    [As Raziel recovers, he realizes that Moebius is behind him, watching with 
    intense fascination. Enraged, Raziel wheels on Moebius and menaces him with 
    the now-conjoined Reaver blades.]
    What have you done to me, Moebius?! Is this your trap?!
    Moebius (apprehensive):
    How mine?! Don't forget it was Kain who led you here, not I! While you curse 
    me - the only soul in Nosgoth ready to guide and assist you - Kain laughs at 
    our folly and revels in your dismay.
    [Raziel raises the intertwined blades threateningly.]
    These blades now coiled in sinister embrace have inspired terror in the 
    hearts of creatures far more durable than you, old man. Bound together as 
    they are, I can only imagine what they could do to your soul's fragile shell.
    Raziel, I beg you to stay your hand. This was none of my doing. I have sought 
    only to aid you in your righteous quest.
    Raziel (mocking):
    Why, you're trembling, Moebius. Has your confidence abandoned you? You seem 
    to have made a fatal error by leaving your precious staff behind. Is that 
    where all your courage comes from?
    Moebius (desperate):
    Listen to me, Raziel - you don't know what you're doing. I have taken an 
    enormous risk by appearing here before you, so defenseless, yet eager to 
    prove my good intentions. If there's anything left of the Sarafan in you, you 
    won't do this. While you threaten me, your true enemy eludes you!
    Don't concern yourself with Kain, old man. He'll join you in hell soon 
    enough. As you said, Death comes to us all... 
    [Raziel raises the entwined blades, fully prepared to strike Moebius down.]
    Yes... The Wheel of Fate demands it. 
    [Moebius's statement stays Raziel's hand momentarily.]
    What did you say?
    The Wheel of Fate - the inexorable cycle of death and rebirth to which all 
    men are compelled. We serve the same God, Raziel. 
    [Moebius grows more confident as he sees that this revelation is having some 
    To strike me down would be striking God's own attendant, and I don't believe 
    even you would take that risk. 
    [Raziel throws the Soul Reaver away in disgust. The wraith-blade untwines 
    itself and dissipates as it coils back into Raziel's hand.]
    I tire of your games, Moebius. Now that I know you fear me, I needn't concern 
    myself with you. Kain is waiting for me.
    Go, then, Raziel. Seek Kain out and destroy him, in the name of the one God 
    we both serve. You, who were once a Sarafan priest - murdered, profaned, 
    destroyed and reborn again from His mercy... You are now most powerfully 
    equipped to be His agent - His instrument of restoration and retribution.
    My own vengeance is motivation enough. 
    [Raziel turns his back on Moebius and exits the chapel. Moebius closes the 
    gate behind Raziel, and locks himself safely inside the chapel. He breathes a 
    sigh of relief, then turns and says quietly to himself.] 
    By my soul, you almost had me, my little blue assassin. But that'll be the 
    one and only chance you get, I assure you of that. 
    [Moebius vanishes... Raziel stops and examines his symbiotic weapon, the Soul 
    Raziel V.O.:
    I could now summon the blade at will, regardless of my strength. But once 
    summoned, the blade's ravenous appetite could not be contained. It devoured 
    the souls of its victims... And if I allowed it to become over-aroused, the 
    Reaver would now turn its hunger on me. 
    *****The Heart of Darkness*****
    [Raziel discovers a stained glass window in the Stronghold, depicting the 
    murder of the vampire Janos Audron at the hands of the Sarafan.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    So this was the legendary Janos Audron - reputed to have been the most 
    ancient and diabolical vampire to have ever existed. According to folklore, 
    he lived high in the cliffs of Nosgoth's northern mountains, and preyed 
    mercilessly on the defenseless villagers below. His reign of terror ended 
    when the Sarafan finally hunted him down and tore his throbbing heart from 
    his still-living body. This relic came to be known as the 'Heart of Darkness' 
    and was supposedly imbued with the power to restore vampiric unlife. The 
    Sarafan therefore guarded it carefully, lest the Heart fall into the hands of 
    their enemies. But I wondered - could Janos Audron truly have been as 
    monstrous as depicted here? Or was this merely artistic license by the 
    Sarafan, who sought to lionize themselves by demonizing their darkest enemy? 
    *****Departure from the Stronghold*****
    [Raziel continues to travel through the Sarafan Stronghold. He comes upon a 
    courtyard honoring the Sarafan "Saints".]
    Strange how my history came full circle. This chapel, I realized, was a 
    memorial to my former Sarafan brethren, and myself, all of us martyred here, 
    and then so cruelly profaned by Kain when he imposed his gift on our noble 
    [Raziel walks up to a statue of his Sarafan self]
    For the first time I beheld the image of my Sarafan self, memorialized here 
    among my fallen comrades. It tortured me to see how noble and pure I had 
    been, and what a vile phantasm I had become. And a profound sense of injury, 
    of loss, and betrayal welled up in me, so overwhelming I could barely contain 
    it. All I wanted at this moment was to find Kain and destroy him. 
    [Raziel continues on and finds a balcony leading to the outside world. He 
    then surveys Nosgoth as it once was before Kain's corruption.] 
    Raziel V.O.:
    I emerged, and for the first time, beheld Nosgoth in its former glory. A land 
    overflowed with abundant life and vitality, and I knew with certainty then 
    that the world I had left behind was nothing more than the corpse of Nosgoth, 
    a lifeless husk bled dry by the corruption of Kainís parasitic empire. This 
    was the fragile world Kain sacrificed to preserve his own petty life and 
    ambition, heedless of the profound cost. The sight only deepened my resolve. 
    I sensed that the Pillars lay to the northwest, and if Kain truly waited to 
    confront me there, I would not disappoint him.
    *****Road to the Pillars*****
    [Raziel locates the first checkpoint beacon.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    As I passed this arcane landmark, a wisp of the Reaverís energy was drawn to 
    the ring, illuminating it. This created a beacon of sorts in the Spirit 
    World. If ever I found myself depleted in the Spectral Realm, and my soul 
    tossed on the ethereal winds, these beacons would draw me back to safety and 
    restore me.
    [If Raziel walks to the Light Forge gates.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I did not yet possess the means to unlock this barrier, but this enigmatic 
    symbol was clearly the key. 
    [Raziel finds his first save point.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    These ancient obelisks were mysteriously attuned to my spiritual essence. By 
    simply touching the symbol, I could safely preserve an imprint of my soul, 
    and thus create a milestone to which I could return when weary, and from 
    which I could resume my journey. 
    [Raziel begins to head on the road to the Pillars, but stops and looks at the 
    Sarafan Stronghold once more.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    When I had only just escaped the Stronghold, I sensed that in time my journey 
    would return me full circle to this place. Infiltrating the fortress, 
    however, would be no small feat, the balcony that had provided my escape was 
    now well beyond my reach, leaving this massive gateway as the only means of 
    entry. The gates were sealed, but like the Time Streaming chamber I had seen 
    earlier, their operation was undoubtedly linked to that odd crystal mounted 
    above the entrance. 
    [Raziel travels toward the pillars. Along the way he encounters Moebius's 
    vampire hunters as well as their victims. He then comes upon a large field of 
    massacred vampires.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    These vampires had nothing in common with the deranged jackals I left behind 
    in Kainís derelict empire. They seemed to retain much of their former 
    humanity. In this era, vampires were clearly not the uncontested predators we 
    had been. These creatures were hunted mercilessly and oppressed, and while I 
    still believed that vampirism was a plague, and had to be wiped out, there 
    was nothing noble of righteous about this crusade. This was simply ruthless 
    *****The Corruption of the Pillars*****
    [Raziel reaches the Pillars clearing, where Moebius told him Kain would be 
    waiting. Raziel pauses briefly, struck by the pristine beauty of the Pillars. 
    In this era, the Pillars stand straight and rise infinitely into the sky, 
    their white marble columns gleaming in the sunlight.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    The Pillars of Nosgoth... pristine, whole and uncorrupted. I had never beheld 
    them in this undefiled state - yet something profound and indelible resonated 
    within me at the sight. 
    [Raziel sees Kain]
    Raziel V.O.:
    And there, waiting at the very heart of the Pillars, was the canker that was 
    destined to destroy them. 
    [Kain stands in the center of the Pillars platform, his back to the 
    clearing's entrance. He appears to be surveying the Pillars calmly, waiting 
    for something. Raziel stalks up behind Kain, readying the wraith-blade. 
    Completely aware and composed, Kain addresses Raziel without turning.]
    I know you are there, Raziel.
    Moebius led me to you, Kain, although I might have guessed you'd meet me 
    [Kain continues to speak with his back to Raziel, turning his head only 
    And if Moebius told you I was hidden on the underside of hell, would you 
    throw yourself into oblivion to pursue me? Moebius trawls for the ignorant 
    and unwary, hauling his gasping prey from the streams of their destinies.
    Stay out of his net, Raziel -
    [Raziel interrupts, impatient and tired of this long chase.]
    Spare me your elaborate metaphors, Kain. I have pursued you here for one 
    purpose - you will pay for your betrayal, and Balance will thus be restored 
    to Nosgoth.
    And whose will is satisfied then, the will of Raziel, or Moebius?
    Would I be better manipulated by you, Kain? Now turn and face me; the chase 
    is over. 
    [Kain doesn't turn, but walks slowly forward, approaching the central Balance 
    Pillar while he speaks.]
    This isn't a chase, Raziel - we are merely passengers on the wheel of 
    destiny, describing a perfect circle to this point. We have been brought here 
    for a reason. I have seen the beginning and the end of our story, however - 
    and the tale is crude and ill-conceived. We must rewrite the ending of it, 
    you and I. 
    Raziel (frustrated):
    Face me, Kain. Even you shouldn't die a coward's death. 
    [Kain finally turns to respond, having delayed Raziel as long as he needed.]
    Isn't it customary to grant the condemned a final request? 
    I recall no such courtesy from you. 
    Indulge me, Raziel. All I ask is that you listen. 
    [At this moment, an unearthly, disembodied wailing begins to be audible, 
    increasing in volume as it fills the clearing.]
    This is the sublime moment of our undoing, Raziel - the ineffable fulcrum 
    upon which swings the entirety of our history. This is where all of Nosgoth 
    is betrayed. In this instant, Ariel - the Balance Guardian - is murdered by 
    dark forces bent on overthrowing the Pillars. Her spirit is just now tearing 
    free, lost in the ether, trying to find its way here. You have already seen 
    how she comes to haunt these Pillars - 
    Raziel (interrupting):
    - bound here by your refusal to die. You are the reason this land becomes 
    diseased - as long as you remain alive you condemn Nosgoth to an eternity 
    of decay. 
    [Kain gently raises his hand to silence Raziel, and intently urges him.]
    Be still, Raziel. See this.
    [The sky darkens, the wind begins to gust, and birds scatter from the 
    clearing in alarm. A low, nearly sub-audible rumble swells, as though a 
    massive storm is gathering. Kain continues with some urgency.]
    As Ariel dies, I am being born to take her place as Balance Guardian.
    Such is my destiny. 
    [Suddenly the entire clearing is rocked by an indescribable force - A 
    telepathic blast burns across the landscape with a thunderous rumble, and 
    distorting waves of energy ripple across the clearing. Kain visibly tenses as 
    he absorbs the onslaught of this psychic attack. The Pillars, initially white 
    and pristine, begin to crack and corrode as they turn gray with corruption.]
    ...my god... 
    [As the telepathic assault recedes, Kain begins to speak again.]
    At the moment of my first cry, Ariel's beloved - the Guardian Nupraptor - 
    finds her corpse. Wracked with grief and tormented with suspicions of 
    treachery, Nupraptor plunges into a madness which overflows and infects all of 
    the Guardians, who are symbiotically bound. Including me. The repercussions of 
    Ariel's assassination were expertly calculated... The entire Circle descends 
    into madness, and I am tainted at the moment of my birth - instantly rendered 
    incapable of fulfilling the role destiny has prepared for me.
    Shall I show you the same mercy you showed the rest of the Circle, then? You 
    blithely murdered them to restore their Pillars, yet your hand faltered when 
    it came to the final sacrifice. What makes you exempt, Kain? You're merely 
    the last man standing. Why condemn me for simply carrying out what you hadn't 
    the courage to do yourself?
    Let's drop the moral posturing, shall we? We both know there's no altruism in 
    this pursuit. Your reckless indignation led you here - I counted on it.
    [Kain sees that Raziel is bristling at this insult.]
    There's no shame in it, Raziel - revenge is motivation enough. At least it's 
    honest. Hate me, but do it honestly.
    [Kain resumes his account of Nosgoth's history.]
    Thirty years hence, I am presented with a dilemma - let's call it a two-sided 
    coin. If the coin falls one way, I sacrifice myself and thus restore the 
    Pillars. But as the last surviving vampire in Nosgoth, this would mean the 
    annihilation of our species. Moebius made sure of that. If the coin lands on 
    the reverse, I refuse the sacrifice and thus doom the Pillars to an eternity 
    of collapse. Either way, the game is rigged. 
    We agree then that the Pillars are crucial, and must be restored?
    Yes, Raziel - that's why we've come full-circle to this place.
    So after all this, you make my case for me. To end this stalemate you must 
    die so that new Guardians can be born.
    The Pillars don't belong to them, Raziel...
    [Kain gestures derisively, indicating humanity in general.]
    ...They belong to us. 
    Raziel (disgusted):
    Your arrogance is boundless, Kain.
    Kain (laughing softly):
    There's a third option - a monumental secret, hidden in your very presence 
    here. But it's a secret you have to discover for yourself. Unearth your 
    destiny, Raziel. It's all laid out for you here.
    You said it yourself, Kain - there are only two sides to your coin. 
    Apparently so. But suppose you throw a coin enough times... Suppose one day, 
    it lands on its edge.
    [Kain vanishes, leaving Raziel standing in the clearing alone.]
    *****Beyond the Pillars*****
    [Raziel thinks and reflects on what had just happened.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I didn't know what impulse stayed my hand, why I had so willingly allowed 
    Kain to escape me when I had pursued him for so long. I had no reason to 
    trust Kain, after he had valued me so little, and yet, I found myself 
    intrigued by his words. I had been too cruelly used to so gullibly play his 
    pawn, but if this world truly had secrets to divulge, I was determined to 
    expose them.
    [Raziel continues past the Pillars. He notices a odd flock of birds peering 
    at him.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    From the moment of my arrival I had the constant and palpable sensation of 
    being watched. Someone, it seemed, was keenly interested in my presence here.
    [Raziel comes to an ancient gateway.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    From the look of it, this door had been sealed for centuries. I began to 
    realize it was no mere coincidence that I found myself standing here beneath 
    this winged figure with blue skin and cloven hands so like my own, and 
    bearing this unique key.
    [Raziel uses the Soul Reaver to release the seal.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    And so it was, with a sense of gravity and trepidation that I unsealed that 
    ancient door and crossed the threshold.
    *****The Elder God*****
    [Raziel cautiously descends an ancient subterranean passageway, and finds 
    himself at the threshold of a magnificent underground grotto. The Pillars 
    descend into this chamber, intersecting a platform engraved with arcane 
    symbols. Water surrounds the dais, and reflected light dapples the 
    surrounding walls. Raziel walks along the platform, surveying the murals on 
    the surrounding walls. He recognizes his own ragged form in these heroic 
    figures, and holds up his hand, mentally comparing his anatomy to theirs. 
    He's trying to put the pieces together.]
    Raziel: V.O.:
    As I entered the chamber, I sensed that it had been sealed for hundreds - 
    perhaps thousands - of years. And while this room was clearly built when the 
    Pillars were erected, I knew that no human hand could have shaped this place 
    - and that perhaps it had never been seen by human eyes. The surrounding 
    murals depicted a winged race, their features so like my own - but beautiful, 
    where mine were grotesque... And angelic, while mine were demonic. I tried to 
    decipher these images... A great war, but with combatants like none I had 
    ever seen... The Pillars, raised by this winged race, who thus defeated their 
    adversaries... The winged beings again, writhing in agony, apparently 
    afflicted with the same blood-thirst I had so recently suffered... And 
    throughout the chamber, inscribed everywhere, images of the Reaver itself. 
    Was this what Kain had urged me to discover? I wondered... 
    [The voice of the Elder God bubbles up from the depths of the chamber, as if 
    in answer to Raziel's unspoken question.]
    Elder God:
    Lies, Raziel. 
    [Raziel recognizes the voice and realizes that it's rising from the watery 
    depths beneath the platform. As he steps to the edge, he sees that the 
    Pillars descend into the murky depths of the chamber - and coiled around them 
    are the tentacles and amorphous mass of the Elder God itself.]
    Elder God:
    Do not be deceived. 
    Ah, my ancient 'benefactor'... And I dared to hope we had parted ways 
    forever. Your silence was refreshing, while it lasted. No doubt you have a 
    conveniently inexpressible reason for your presence here? 
    Elder God:
    Do not be insolent, Raziel. I am eternally present - here and everywhere, now 
    and always. I am the still center of the turning wheel, the hub of this 
    world's destiny. 
    But perhaps not so omnipotent as you'd have me believe. Your hold on me 
    appears to be tenuous. I no longer seem to need you, yet I'm guessing you 
    still need me. 
    Elder God:
    This impudence is unworthy of you, Raziel. Do not forget that you have a task 
    to fulfill here. You are indebted to me.
    Indebted? You would have me show gratitude for a 'gift' I didn't ask to be 
    bestowed? Do you forget that you forced me to inhabit this vile carcass - 
    Elder God:
    - I restored you to yourself, Raziel. It was Kain who destroyed you. The very 
    enemy you have just let slip through your grasp. 
    [His tone turns threatening]
    Do not fail me, my servant... 
    I serve no one - not you, not Kain... and not your lackey Moebius. 
    Elder God (ominously):
    Moebius is my good servant. I have many. 
    And if I tell Moebius that he's worshipping a giant squid, do you think his 
    faith will falter? 
    Elder God:
    You have grown willful, Raziel. But beware - to embrace a serpent is to 
    invite poison into your heart. Kain is a sinuous beast; he will seduce and 
    deceive you. You pride yourself on your free will, yet you let that 
    degenerate deter your resolve. 
    I harbor no illusions about his integrity, nor anyone else's. In fact, I am 
    beset by manipulation on all sides. I merely seek the truth.
    Elder God:
    These are the fathomless truths, Raziel: The agony of birth and death and 
    rebirth - this is the Wheel of Fate, the purifying cycle which sustains all 
    life. Vampires are an abomination, a plague which leeches this land of its 
    spiritual strength. They obstruct the flow of life and death - their souls 
    stagnate in their wretched corpses. But the wheel must turn; death is 
    inexorable and cannot be denied. Your destiny is irresistible, Raziel - you 
    are my soul reaver, the scourge of the vampires, reaper of their apostate 
    souls. Remain steadfast. End the vampires' parasitic curse, and restore 
    Nosgoth. Kain's blood belongs on you hands.
    Kain indeed deserves to die, for condemning me to this repugnant form. But if 
    and when I kill him, it will be for me, alone, to decide.
    Elder God:
    Kain destroyed you without a flicker of remorse. He tore the soul from your 
    noble corpse, and after you had served him faithfully for a thousand years, 
    he discarded you in the Abyss on a jealous whim. Remember your rage, Raziel 
    - let it guide your hand.
    [Raziel swims by the Elder God and continues to the...]
    *****Termagant Swamp*****
    Raziel V.O.:
    I surfaced into a very different landscape. The daylight barely penetrated 
    the dense canopy of this forest. 
    [Raziel notices an ancient, abandoned, Time Streaming Chamber]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Here I discovered an ancient ruin, unmistakably one of Moebius' Time 
    Streaming chambers, but long ago sealed and abandoned to the encroaching 
    swamp. I didn't currently possess the means to break this seal, but I thought 
    in time that I might. 
    [Further in the depths of the swamp, Raziel comes to a gate which he must 
    force open. Upon doing so he turns around and notices someone watching 
    Raziel V.O.:
    So, my lurking observer was exposed. The creature vanished when he realized 
    he was discovered, but I caught a glimpse of him, and his features were 
    distinctive enough. This was the vampire Vorador, the monstrous assassin 
    depicted in the Stronghold. Strange that a creature brazen enough to assault 
    the Circle single-handedly would avoid confronting me. Very well, if Vorador 
    would not come to me, I would go to him. But first I needed to find some 
    means of reaching that terrace.
    [Raziel continues on. He soon comes upon an unreachable path.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    There appeared to be a passage here, leading northward into the mountains. 
    The opening, however, was obstructed and too high for me to reach. Perhaps 
    later I would find the means to bypass these obstacles.
    [Raziel comes upon a balcony leading into a temple of sorts.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    My lurking friend was nowhere to be seen, but I found these ruins even more 
    intriguing. I recognized these arcane symbols from the chamber beneath the 
    Pillars, and realized that this shrine too was sealed to all but the bearer 
    of the Reaver.
    *****The Dark Forge*****
    [Raziel enters and finds more murals of the ancient winged race, as well as 
    the Soul Reaver.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Throughout this ancient shrine, murals depicted the winged race, the 
    apocalyptic war against their mysterious and equally inhuman adversaries. 
    These winged beings, it seemed, were not only the architects of the Pillars, 
    but of this enigmatic place as well, and just as in the Pillars' chamber, 
    this shrine was adorned throughout with imagery of the Reaver, depicted with 
    the reverence of a holy icon. 
    [Raziel travels through the Dark Forge temple. He eventually activates the 
    Forge itself.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    As I neared the altar, I suddenly felt the Reaver quickening of its own 
    volition, just as in William's chapel. The balance of power tangibly shifted. 
    Voracious and willful, the Soul Reaver was now in control, and I, merely it's 
    helpless puppet.
    [The Reaver plunges itself into the forge and imbues itself with its energy.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    The Reaver plunged itself into that mysterious altar, and devouring the 
    energy that emanated from within, drained this place of its power. Thus 
    sated, the Reaver released me, and I realized as I recovered control, that 
    these ancient shrines were forges, each purpose-built to enhance the Reaver 
    with elemental power. 
    [Raziel, on his way out, notices the Dark Elemental fonts have activated.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Now I understood the purpose of the mysterious basins I had seen throughout 
    my journey. They were elemental fonts, each attuned to a fundamental essence. 
    When I forged the blade, every font in Nosgoth with the same elemental 
    attunement would simultaneously quicken. The Reaver's enhancements were never 
    permanent, but these fonts enabled me to re-imbue the blade by bathing it in 
    the elemental energy distilled therein.
    [Raziel comes upon the exit to the Forge. It is locked by a strange magic.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Concentric circles, one eclipsing the other. I recognized this symbol from 
    the door sealing that other ancient shrine, the one I had seen in the lake 
    outside the Sarafan Stronghold. Perhaps now, armed as I was with the 
    elemental power of darkness, I could return and gain entry. 
    [He uses the Dark Reaver and exits the forge.]
    *****The Vampire Vorador*****
    [As Raziel exits the Dark Forge, he comes face to face with Vorador - the 
    ancient vampire leans casually against a column at the Forge's entrance, 
    apparently waiting for Raziel to emerge.]
    You're a ragged excuse for a savior.
    I see my reputation proceeds me.
    It does.
    Vorador (ironic):
    All good, I hope. 
    [Vorador begins to walk slowly around Raziel as he speaks, examining him. He 
    studies Raziel's cloven hands - so like his own - his blue skin, his ragged 
    wings. Raziel stands still and allows Vorador to look him over.]
    I've been watching you since you emerged from that accursed stronghold. 
    Strange that your arrival coincides with the corruption of the Pillars. But 
    I'm wondering - are you the catalyst of these events, or the answer to them? 
    Raziel (steely):
    I don't know what you mean. 
    I will speak plainly, then. I distrust your origins, stranger. Seeing you 
    crawl from the putrid depths of Moebius's Keep makes me question your 
    purpose here. And what should I make of your appearance? Not human, clearly - 
    and more demon than vampire. And the Pillars - it is no mere coincidence that 
    your arrival in that clearing heralded the Pillars' decay. And so I ask you 
    plainly: are you the instrument of the Pillars' destruction, or their 
    Vorador (slightly annoyed):
    Very well, let us look at the other side of the coin - I have followed your 
    journey, and watched as you blithely unlocked secrets that have been sealed 
    and forbidden for thousands of years. The path you have been treading is open 
    to only one being...
    [Vorador trails off as he realizes.]
    You don't know what you are, do you?
    I have been many things... If you find me ignorant, enlighten me.
    [Vorador simply laughs, and turns away in disgust.]
    What's the point - this world is beyond redemption. Let the human cattle have 
    I would expect better that meek capitulation from you.
    Centuries of persecution have taught me well. Five hundred years ago, our 
    race was almost exterminated by the fanatical crusades of the Sarafan. And 
    now the same sick drama unfolds again. In merely a decade, Moebius's cutthroat 
    citizen army has nearly accomplished what the Sarafan could not. 
    [He speaks to himself]
    Vampires meddling in the affairs of men... Look where it has brought us. 
    [Raziel considers for a moment, then asks.]
    What am I to make of these secrets I've uncovered, then? The depictions of 
    the winged race, the Pillars, and the Reaver?
    [Vorador turns back to Raziel as he responds.]
    Fairy tales, boy. The delusions of an ancient culture, clinging to hope long 
    after the world had discarded them. Their bloodline trickled away, until only 
    one of the Ancients remained - sustained solely by obligation and his 
    unfaltering faith in the old prophecies. 
    [Vorador strides closer to Raziel as he speaks, until they are face to face.]
    But you see, even if you are who you appear to be, it no longer matters... 
    You're simply too late. Janos Audron - the Reaver Guardian, the last of the 
    Ancients, and my maker - was murdered by the Sarafan nearly five centuries 
    ago. He alone would have the answers you seek, but his secrets died with him. 
    I don't know how you've come even this far without his guidance - or without 
    the Reaver, stolen these five hundred years ago by the Sarafan. I am afraid, 
    my friend, that you - and all of us - are out of luck.
    [Vorador vanishes, leaving Raziel alone on the terrace. Raziel thinks about 
    what had happened.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I had no less reason to trust Vorador than anyone else I had met. In fact, 
    the ancient vampire was the most forthright being I had encountered thus far. 
    If Janos Audron was the key to all this, then I would find him, and Moebius' 
    Time Streaming device would provide me passage. But first I had to find a way 
    back into the Stronghold, and I suspected I would find the means within the 
    lake's mysterious shrine.
    *****The Elder's Warning*****
    [After having met the vampire Vorador, unearthed the secrets of the Dark 
    Forge, and discovered more about the ancient architects of the Pillars, 
    Raziel revisits the Elder God in the subterranean Pillars Chamber.]
    Elder God:
    Ah, my wayward child returns...
    Having unearthed more than you'd like, I suspect. What am I to make of these 
    ruins that litter the land, and these images here in this chamber?
    Elder God:
    Merely the deceits of a failed civilization. You are being mislead, Raziel.
    This ancient race hoped to manipulate the future with these scrawled 
    misdirections. You must tread carefully. There are dark forces at work in 
    this world, bent on subverting your true destiny.
    I have no doubt of that. The question is: am I in their presence right now?
    Elder God:
    Your arrogance will spell your demise, Raziel. Deny my will, and the arc of 
    your destiny will reach a sudden conclusion.
    Your threats are unmoving. Even now I'm beyond your reach.
    Elder God (ominously):
    My reach is longer than you realize. This is a very dangerous game you're 
    playing, Raziel.
    *****The Light Forge*****
    [Raziel returns to the door he could not open previously. Armed with the Dark 
    Reaver, he opens the seal and enters the Light Forge. Inside, Raziel spies 
    more murals of the winged race.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    These murals left no room for doubt. These creatures were indeed the 
    architects of the Pillars, and while the images were difficult to decipher, 
    the Pillars appeared to banish or diminish their enemies somehow. 
    [Raziel makes his way through the forge and eventually activates it. He 
    plunges the Reaver into the font.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I plunged the Reaver into the forge and imbued the blade with the elemental 
    power of light. Thus armed, I now had the means to re-enter the Stronghold 
    and finally use Moebius's Time Streaming device to accomplish my own ends.
    [Raziel re-enters the Sarafan Stronghold now armed with the Light Reaver.]
    *****History and Destiny Collide*****
    [As Raziel enters the Relic Hall within the Sanctuary, he discovers the fresh 
    corpse of one of Moebius's guards. Raziel kneels to examine the body - the 
    soldier's neck appears to have been snapped, his throat is torn open, and 
    the pallor of his skin suggests that the victim has been drained of blood. 
    Suspecting Kain, Raziel glances up and begins to rise. He addresses the 
    seemingly-empty hall.]
    Show yourself, Kain.
    [Kain's voice emerges from the depths of William's chapel.]
    Here, Raziel.
    [Raziel crosses the threshold of the chapel - just as in his previous visit 
    he feels the distortion caused by the nearness of the Reaver. As he enters, 
    he discovers Kain inside, standing before William's sarcophagus.]
    Everything is decided here... You cannot comprehend the magnitude - the 
    rapture and the tragedy - of this moment... And yet you must if Nosgoth is to 
    be dragged from the wreckage of its damnation.
    [Whatever game Kain is playing, Raziel is tired of it. He responds irritably.]
    I understand only this, Kain - that you and Moebius have impelled me to this 
    moment, simply means that I can trust neither of you. I don't know whose 
    pulling the strings, but it no longer matters - because I'm cutting them. I 
    set my own course from here.
    [Raziel turns to leave. Kain watches him go for a moment, then replies.]
    If it were only that simple. 
    [Raziel stops and responds, exasperated.]
    Your fatalism is tiresome, Kain.
    ...and profoundly ingrained, Raziel. You must understand, our presence here 
    doesn't alter history. You and I meet here because we are compelled to - we 
    have always met here. History is irredeemable. Drop a stone into a rushing 
    river - the current simple courses around it and flows on as if the 
    obstruction were never there. You and I are pebbles, Raziel, and have even 
    less hope of disrupting the time-stream. The continuum of history is simply 
    too strong, too resilient. Except...then how do we explain William, here? 
    [Kain gestures toward William's funereal effigy, and turns to face the 
    The beloved boy-king turned tyrant.
    [He lifts the Soul Reaver from the casket, and turns back to Raziel, 
    flourishing the sword.]
    In my youth, I witnessed William's rise to power, and his transformation into 
    the 'Nemesis' who laid waste to Nosgoth.
    Raziel (steely):
    Keep your distance, Kain. 
    [Kain walks slowly forward, Reaver in hand, as he speaks.]
    Years later, I stumble upon a chance to journey back in history, unaware that 
    the entire affair has been orchestrated by Moebius. In my wisdom, I seize 
    this opportunity to murder the young king before he can ravage Nosgoth  and 
    thereby provide the catalyst Moebius needs to ignite a genocidal war against 
    our race.
    [Raziel grows more agitated as Kain advances.]
    I warn you - no further!
    [Kain continues, his voice taking on a greater sense of urgency.]
    This one reckless act unravels the skein of history. The Nemesis never 
    becomes the Nemesis; William dies a martyred saint. I, the vampire assassin, 
    become the author of my own species' destruction. And Moebius profits from it 
    all. I destroyed a tyrant only to create one far worse. 
    [Kain gestures toward the stained glass window, which depicts a lionized 
    William and a demonized Kain in combat, both armed with the Soul Reaver.]
    But how can it be so? How, if history is immutable?
    [Kain advances slowly on Raziel, gripping the Soul Reaver. As he approaches, 
    the feeling of displacement intensifies.]
    The answer is here in this room, Raziel. Moebius propelled William and me 
    together - but ensured first that we were both armed with the Soul Reaver. 
    The Reaver is the key. Two incarnations of the blade meet in time and 
    space... a paradox is created, a temporal distortion powerful enough to 
    derail history.
    [As Kain takes a final step toward Raziel, the surrounding distortion reaches 
    Its peak, and the wraith-blade begins to manifest of its own will. Raziel 
    reacts in alarm.]
    Is this your sorcery?
    Not mine, Raziel - yours. You have nothing to fear from me, Raziel. You hold 
    all the cards.
    [Kain turns the blade and extends it to Raziel, hilt first. Raziel reaches 
    out tentatively and takes the Reaver - Kain releases the blade willingly, and 
    extends his hands to show that there's no deception. As Raziel grips the hilt, 
    the displacement intensifies around them. Raziel addresses Kain icily. As he 
    speaks, the wraith energy of the Reaver manifests and begins to twine itself 
    around the physical blade.
    Then perhaps I should test your sincerity.
    [Swiftly, Raziel brings the point of the blade up to Kain's throat. Kain 
    steps back, and Raziel advances with him, keeping the sword at his throat.]
    If what you say is true, you should be terrified. I could kill you here and 
    [Kain responds, clearly apprehensive, but also strangely resigned.]
    And so you do, Raziel.
    [The blade begins to tremble slightly, as if possessed of its own will. 
    Raziel is confused and alarmed.]
    What's happening?
    [The trembling intensifies as Raziel struggles against the pull of the 
    We are hurtling toward our destinies, Raziel. What you feel is the pull of 
    history rushing to meet us. This is where history and destiny collide. 
    [The Reaver lunges at Kain - he stumbles against William's sarcophagus and 
    falls to the ground. As Raziel fights to resist the pull of the blade, Kain 
    urges him with earnest intensity.]
    If you truly believe in free will, Raziel, now is the time to prove it. Kill 
    me now, and we both become pawns of history, dragged down the path of an 
    artificial destiny. I was ordained to assume the role of Balance Guardian in 
    Nosgoth, while you were destined to be its savior. But the map of my fate was 
    redrawn by Moebius, and so in turn was yours...
    [Raziel struggles to maintain control.]
    This is madness!
    Fight it, Raziel... This moment does not have to be an ending - it can become 
    a prelude. 
    [The pull of the Reaver is too powerful; Raziel is losing strength.]
    I can't...
    You can, Raziel - look inside and see that it is so.
    You have the power to reshape our inevitable futures. 
    [Raziel raises the Soul Reaver and brings it down violently. Kain turns his 
    head and tenses for the impact. The sword crashes downward in a blinding 
    flash of light, and Raziel staggers back, his hand now free of the blade. 
    Raziel has diverted the Reaver's course, avoiding Kain by mere inches - the 
    blade stands embedded in William's sarcophagus, the impact having fractured 
    the stone. Rising unsteadily, Kain regards the impaled, fractured coffin, and 
    makes a weak attempt at a joke.]
    ... poor William.
    [At once, the room is overwhelmed by an indescribable disturbance - their 
    surroundings warp and blur, and a colossal groaning fills the air as history 
    labors to admit this alteration. Raziel looks around the room in confusion 
    and alarm.]
    What is this?
    History abhors a paradox, Raziel. Even now, the time-stream strains to divert 
    itself, finding its old course blocked by your refusal to destroy me. The 
    future is reshuffling itself to accommodate your monumental decision.
    [As Kain continues, the distortion begins to subside.]
    This is where we restore ourselves, Raziel, and reclaim our intended 
    destinies. It may yet be possible for me to assume my role as Balance 
    Guardian and return the Pillars to their rightful inheritors - 
    [Raziel interrupts disdainfully.]
    - to the vampires. And this is the destiny you urged me to discover? I don't 
    know what game you and Moebius are playing, Kain - but I refuse to be your 
    pawn. Unlike you, I still revere whatever shred of humanity I've managed to 
    preserve. You will not use me as the instrument of your messianic delusions.
    [Raziel turns his back on Kain and strides out of the chapel.]
    Very well, Raziel. I'll not ask you to trust me - your truths are for you to 
    discover alone. 
    [Raziel pauses briefly, and replies without turning.]
    Humble words for one who presumes to teach me a lesson at every turn. 
    Then continue your journey and learn your own lessons, Raziel. Remember - 
    Moebius led you here, but you walk away unfettered. A champion of free will, 
    and conqueror of false histories.
    [Raziel stalks away without looking back.]
    There is much more for you to unearth, if you have the heart for the truth 
    and the will to see it...
    [Kain disappears. Raziel then continues onto the Time Streaming Chamber.]
    *****Time Streaming*****
    [Following the history-altering encounter with Kain in the chapel, Raziel 
    returns to the Circle's gathering-room. Armed with the Light Reaver, he is 
    now able to unlock the second Time Streaming chamber. Just as the chamber's 
    door slides open, Moebius rushes into the room, shaken and alarmed. He knows 
    that Kain has survived what was supposed to be a fatal encounter with Raziel 
    in the chapel, and that the course of history has therefore been changed. 
    Raziel greets Moebius smugly, realizing that he has the upper hand, and 
    relishing it.]
    Ah, yes - I like that look on your face, Moebius. You really don't know what 
    to do now, do you, old man? Here you are - caught without your damned staff - 
    and I suspect things aren't progressing quite as you'd hoped. You're not used 
    to the fly turning to confront you in your web, are you?
    [Genuinely shocked and distressed, Moebius struggles to regain control of the 
    situation. He admonishes Raziel.]
    Kain's devious influence has poisoned your mind, Raziel. Now you see betrayal 
    everywhere, even in your closest allies.
    We were never allies, Moebius. Conspirators, perhaps. Briefly.
    Why did you not kill Kain when you had the chance? He was at your mercy!
    Precisely. I had a choice, and I chose mercy. And now I know your sordid 
    little secret - the significance of that displacement I felt when the two 
    Reavers came together. Strangely enough, I was enlightened by the 'devious' 
    Kain, not by you. In fact, I've learned much more than you counted on - I 
    understand now how you've tried to manipulate all of history for your own 
    personal gain. But now all your little schemes are whirling in ruin around 
    you, aren't they? All because I decided to exert my will for once, rather 
    than obey the demands of sorcerers and spirits and demons all singing the 
    same tiresome refrain: 'kill Kain!' I am setting my own path from here, 
    Moebius. I intend to discover the truth behind all of this.
    But you condemn us all with this impetuous act!
    Hardly impetuous; it took all the will I could muster. Has my refusal to kill 
    Kain reshuffled your carefully stacked deck of cards?
    [Moebius responds angrily.]
    You really think that you're exercising your free will, Raziel? You're simply 
    Kain's servant -
    Raziel (steely):
    I do not serve Kain. I merely did not kill him. 
    [Desperate, Moebius implores Raziel.]
    Raziel, do not forget your purpose here - you are destined to be the savior 
    of Nosgoth!
    [Raziel replies disdainfully.]
    Oh, I'm sick of hearing that particular phrase. As for saving Nosgoth, so far 
    I see precious little reason to bother. And I'll choose my own 'purpose' from 
    here on out, Time-Streamer. Right now, I choose to manipulate you, for a 
    change. Go - in there.
    [Raziel summon the wraith-blade and flourishes it at Moebius threateningly. 
    Gesturing with the Reaver, Raziel directs Moebius toward the Time Streaming 
    Chamber. Moebius refuses to move -]
    What are you doing?
    Come now, Moebius - you're a cunning serpent... you'll piece it together, I 
    [Raziel shoves Moebius and brandishes the Reaver to usher him into the 
    This era is of no further use to me. You will operate this device to provide 
    me passage. I want to see the world in a simpler time - before the Sarafan 
    began their crusade. 
    [Moebius obediently adjusts the device's arcane switches, but continues to entreat Raziel.]
    And what about Kain? You're leaving your quarry behind! 
    You kill him, if it's so damned important.
    You need only touch the two poles of the switch, and the device will 
    transport you. But I urge you to reconsider - 
    [Raziel places his hands on the poles of the time-streaming device.]
    You've lost your powers of persuasion, old man. Rot here, and forget me. 
    [Moebius turns away dejectedly, but once his face is averted he breaks into a 
    cunning grin. Raziel throws the switch, and the chamber blurs around him as 
    he is swept to another time.]
    -----VI. SCRIPT: PART 2- THE FUTURE-----
    *****The Bleak Future*****
    [Raziel exits the Time Streaming chamber. He is greeted by the ruins of the 
    Sarafan Stronghold. The roof is heavily damaged and rain pours in. Bodies 
    litter the ground and decay rules the area.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Even as I emerged from that infernal Time Streaming chamber, I suspected 
    treachery. The Stronghold was vacant, derelict and abandoned...
    [Two green demons suddenly teleport into the room and attack Raziel. He 
    quickly dispatches them and continues on. Eventually, he reaches the main 
    hallway of the keep. There is a statue of the Time Streamer, Moebius, holding 
    the head of the vampire, Vorador, high.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    If I had any doubts about the era I now occupied, this grotesque tableau 
    certainly eliminated them. For here was Moebius, long since murdered by Kain, 
    lionized and vitrified as the martyred leader of his bloodthirsty crusade. 
    And if I required further evidence, I needed only to behold the gruesome 
    trophy Moebius held aloft - the severed head of Vorador. The final triumphant 
    kill of Moebius' cutthroat mob. His execution marked the annihilation of the 
    vampires. Far from channeling me into Nosgoth's past, Moebius had propelled 
    me over a century into its ghastly future. The intent behind this little 
    detour was unmistakable. Having failed to make me his obedient assassin, 
    Moebius intended to keep me ignorant of my true destiny, which clearly lay in 
    Nosgoth's past. While his deception only reinforced my purpose, Moebius had 
    effectively stranded me here. This left me no course but to explore the era I 
    now occupied, and see what changes this century had wrought following Kain's 
    ill-fated decision. Perhaps time had cleared a path for me into the mountains 
    where I might unearth more clues behind the mystery of Janos Audron. 
    [Raziel leaves the room and battles more demons and demon hunters alike. 
    Eventually, nearing the exit of the keep, he encounters...]
    *****Moebius's Martyred Spirit*****
    [As Raziel exits the time-streaming chamber, he realizes that Moebius has 
    deceived him. Rather than arriving in Nosgoth's past, he has been propelled 
    into its ghastly future. The Stronghold is derelict, abandoned and overrun by 
    demons. As he departs, Raziel encounters the spectre of Moebius, dead now for 
    a century following his murder at Kain's hands. Moebius greets Raziel in an 
    anguished, withered voice.
    What pathetic charade is this now, Moebius?
    No charade, Raziel. Only the entreaties of this martyred spirit.
    Your pleas mean nothing to me, after all your deceit. You have propelled me 
    into Nosgoth's future, Moebius - and left me stranded here. 
    I am truly sorry, Raziel, but it was necessary. Consider it the last valiant 
    act of a doomed man. You have strayed from your purpose, and now behold the 
    result - gaze upon the wasteland you and Kain authored together! 
    I fail to see how I'm responsible -
    You spared Kain! And by doing so, you have released a multitude of horrors 
    upon this world. I can accept that Kain has murdered me, Raziel. As the Time 
    Guardian, I foresaw that incident long before it occurred. And I take some 
    small comfort in the fact that Kain remains the sole survivor of his vile 
    breed. But you have single-handedly made my sacrifice meaningless. 
    Your argument is disingenuous, Time-Streamer. I cannot see how killing or 
    sparing Kain's future self would alter these events. This wasteland was 
    created by Kain's original refusal at the Pillars - and amidst all these 
    twists and turns, that event has never changed. You are cunning, Moebius - 
    but I think you've gotten tangled in your own web.
    As Kain clings to his precious seat of power, the Pillars sink into a mire of 
    decay, dragging all of Nosgoth down with them! 
    I don't think this has anything to do with the Pillars or Kain's failure to 
    sacrifice himself. I think you're simply afraid - because you don't know what 
    he's up to. He's a wild-card, isn't he, and you don't want his influence in 
    your game. Which is why you wanted me to eliminate him. Now that he's 
    survived, you have no idea what's coming, do you? Maybe for the first time in 
    your entire life. You're terrified that he may truly have found a third option 
    out of the dilemma you orchestrated for him. 
    Kain's lies have addled your mind. Leave this place, and trouble my spirit 
    no more! 
    [Incredulous, Raziel taunts Moebius.]
    If you even are a spirit. You've forgotten I have a way to tell for sure.
    [Raziel grabs his cowl as though prepared to devour Moebius's soul.]
    ... if you're willing to risk it.
    [Moebius scowls at Raziel, and vanishes.]
    I didn't think so. Either way, you lose.
    [Raziel continues out of the ruins of the Sarafan Stronghold and on the road 
    to the Pillars.]
    *****Ariel's Lament*****
    [Stranded now in Nosgoth's nightmarish future, Raziel enters the ruined 
    Pillars clearing and sees the devastation wrought by Kain's fateful decision 
    a century ago. Toppled columns litter the clearing, their sheared-off stumps 
    protruding crookedly, like broken teeth. Raziel stands in stunned silence 
    for a moment as he surveys this apocalyptic scene.
    Raziel V.O.:
    These were the Pillars so familiar to my blighted eyes. But now that I had 
    begun to learn their true significance, I regarded the Pillars' destruction 
    with a new, enlightened sense of horror. And I questioned now whether Kain's 
    simple refusal - his mere ambition - could truly have caused such 
    devastation. I felt that some darker influence was at work here. 
    [In the gloom, Raziel sees the spectre of Ariel drifting restlessly among the 
    toppled Pillars.]
    Raziel: V.O.:
    As I approached, I discerned the spirit of Ariel - bound here now for more 
    than a century.
    [As Raziel approaches, he hears Ariel lamenting to herself, unaware of his 
    Forever am I bound, hope abandoned, my spirit tethered to this place... What 
    destroyed the Circle could not touch me. For I was newly dead, and beyond 
    harm's reach. I alone was spared the descent into madness, and Kain alone was 
    spared the pain of death. When Nupraptor's poison seized Kain even in the 
    safety of the womb, much more than just his destiny was lost. All of Nosgoth 
    lost Balance. Consider us now... both of us less than we once were. I, pure 
    but insubstantial; and Kain, terribly real, but corrupted.
    [Raziel interrupts Ariel's reverie, and she turns in alarm.]
    You imprisonment here has deranged you, spirit. You fixate on Kain because 
    you believe he is the tether that binds you here. But we both know he is not 
    the author of your agony. The Pillars were subverted by dark forces, invited 
    by the Guardians themselves. The more I learn of your Circle, the more I see 
    a tangle of nested manipulations. 
    [Ariel responds angrily.]
    Kain handed them their victory. They sought to topple the Pillars, and he was 
    their willing instrument.
    [Raziel interrupts, challenging her.]
    Or was he their unwilling pawn? Would it blunt your wrath to know that Kain's 
    dilemma was calculated to bring the Pillars down, regardless of the choice he 
    made? And that the devastation would have been even greater had he chosen the 
    path you would prescribe for him?
    You are a subtle, deceitful creature. But your clever arguments do not 
    absolve Kain. He must die for the Pillars to be restored; there is no other 
    Then consider this more ominous possibility - what if Kain's death does not 
    restore the Pillars? Consider that it may simply be too late. That this world 
    may be beyond redemption. And that you may be bound here eternally. 
    [Distraught, Ariel flees into the spirit realm, unaware that Raziel is able 
    to follow. Raziel shifts into spectral and startles her as she cowers behind 
    the Balance Pillar. Cornered and miserable, Ariel implores Raziel.]
    Why do you hound me, demon? You can see that I am captive here. Show me some 
    Like the mercy you showed your fellow Guardians when you set Kain on them? Or 
    the mercy you showed Kain when you kept him ignorant of his destiny while you 
    used him as the scourge of the Circle? Or perhaps like the mercy you showed 
    your beloved Nupraptor when you made him Kain's first kill? 
    You are cruel. Why do you torment me? 
    [Weary of this, Raziel relents.]
    I'm merely looking for answers, Ariel. Very well - I'll leave you in peace. 
    But know this - about you, and this purgatory from which you long to 
    escape...you're merely at the threshold. 
    [Raziel continues past the ruins of the Pillars and back toward the depths of 
    the Elder God's chamber.]
    *****Raziel Defies the Elder*****
    [Raziel revisits the subterranean Pillars grotto after having been propelled 
    over a century into Nosgoth's ghastly future. He is shocked to discover how 
    the Elder God has encroached into the chamber - it's tentacles wind chokingly 
    around the shattered Pillars, and the room's murals have been nearly 
    obliterated by the passage of its grasping limbs. The Elder God greets 
    Raziel disdainfully.]
    Elder God:
    Raziel, the failed assassin. You had Kain at your mercy but lacked the 
    courage to fulfill the act. And now you see the wasteland wrought by the 
    tyrant's hand. By his selfish decision to preserve his own life, even when it 
    meant sacrificing the whole world. This is the fate of Nosgoth, as long as 
    Kain remains alive.
    An ironic condemnation, given this guilty scene. One would think you'd torn 
    down the Pillars single-handedly. What are you trying to obliterate as you 
    drag your loathsome body through this chamber? And why, as Nosgoth descends 
    into madness and misery, do you appear to thrive? Things in this world, I am 
    learning, are rarely what they seem. You, apparently, are no exception.
    Elder God (angrily):
    I am the Engine of Life, the source of Nosgoth's very existence. I am the hub 
    of the Wheel, the origin of all Life, the devourer of Death.
    ...Or maybe you're just hungry - could it be as simple as that? Wouldn't that 
    be poetic irony? The great adversary of the vampires turns out to be the 
    biggest parasite of them all.
    Elder God:
    Do not test my patience, Raziel. I made you, and I will unmake you if I 
    become so inclined.
    Raziel (mocking):
    As your agent, I am beyond death.
    Elder God:
    There are fates worse than death, Raziel. 
    [Raziel responds with disgust.]
    Oh, I see you now as you truly are. A cancer - a spooling parasite burrowed 
    deep in the heart of this world.
    Elder God (ominously):
    Go now. Play out your pitiful rebellion, and take your place among the 
    destroyed, the used and the damned. But know this - you are mine for 
    eternity. You have always been, and will always be, my soul reaver... 
    [Raziel leaves the Elder God's chamber and enters the swamps. There he once 
    again notices the Time Streaming Device.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Beyond this edifice lay my sole hope of escaping this demon-infested 
    wasteland. The Time Streaming device contained therein offered my only 
    prospect of journeying back into Nosgoth's early history. Unless I discovered 
    some means of breaking this seal, I was condemned to be stranded here 
    [Raziel continues on. He notices the mountain path that barred his path is 
    now free for him to travel.]
    The passage of time had indeed cleared my way forward, enabling me to explore 
    the northern mountains of Nosgoth. I was anxious to discover if some evidence 
    of Janos Audron's existence might still remain.
    [Raziel follows the path and reaches the town of...]
    [Raziel enters the gates of the town and surveys the area.]
    Here I discovered the quaint hamlet of Uschtenheim, now long abandoned and 
    collapsing into ruin. Legend claimed that Janos Audron terrorized its 
    villagers until the Sarafan hunters ferreted him out and destroyed him. If 
    there was any truth to the old tales, the lair of the infamous vampire would 
    not be far away.
    [He passes by the town and eventually reaches the ruins of the mountain 
    retreat of Janos Audron...]
    *****The Ruined Aerie******
    [Exploring the blasted landscape of Nosgoth's future, Raziel discovers the 
    ruins of an ancient cliff-dwelling civilization. The majestic facades are 
    collapsed and toppled as though some great upheaval occurred here ages ago.
    Raziel stands on a terrace beneath the cliffs, surveying the devastated 
    Raziel: V.O.:
    This edifice was clearly not crafted by human architects. As the figure 
    beneath the balcony silently attested, these were the aeries of winged 
    beings. Undoubtedly, I stood before the mountain refuge of the legendary 
    Janos Audron - but the entire sanctuary lay in ruin, collapsed under the 
    force of some ancient cataclysm. As I suspected, the Time Streamer's deception 
    ensured that I was centuries too late to unearth anything of consequence 
    [Raziel scans the ruined canyon, and sees a narrow pass leading off to the 
    Raziel V.O.:
    With nothing behind me but the wasteland I had traversed, I resolved to press 
    on and explore these canyons further.
    [Hearing footsteps behind him, Raziel turns to see Kain approaching. He 
    acknowledges Kain wryly.]
    Oh no. Every time you turn up something monumental and terrible happens. I 
    don't think I have the stomach for it. 
    Kain (laughs):
    No drama this time, Raziel.
    You are persisant, crossing time like this to follow me. Still waiting for 
    that coin of yours to land on its edge?
    [Kain joins Raziel on the terrace overlooking the canyon.]
    I'm biding my time.
    [He glances up at the ruined balcony above.]
    I see that Moebius has played a little trick on you.
    Yes - he clearly doesn't want me to meet this 'Janos Audron'.
    [Kain looks away thoughtfully.]
    Perhaps... Or maybe he merely hoped that it would harden your heart against 
    me to see this wasteland which I single-handedly authored.
    My heart doesn't need hardening, Kain. If I even suspected that destroying 
    you would make any difference, I would do it this instant.
    Kain (laughs approvingly):
    I knew you'd see through them, Raziel. Janos is indeed the key to your 
    destiny, but you'll need to find your own way back into Nosgoth's past. Make 
    no mistake though, Raziel - you and I are now in great danger. We are 
    irritants here - malovent forces are being marshaled to eliminate us.
    You talk as though we're allies.
    Regardless of your sentiments, Raziel, in their eyes - we are. 
    Well, they're certainly trying to eliminate you, Kain, there can be no doubt 
    of that. I am assaulted relentlessly with demands for your demise. As for me, 
    I suspect they made a grave error when they allowed my unique resurrection. I 
    don't think they know how to destroy me.
    You mustn't underestimate them, Raziel. 
    And who exactly is this diabolical 'they' to which we keep referring? If 
    there's some grand conspiracy going on, the right hand doesn't appear to know 
    what the left is doing. Even Moebius seems to be caught out at every turn.
    Moebius is a puppet, Raziel - haven't you realized that yet? That's the 
    sweetest irony in all of this - Nosgoth's 'great manipulator' is their 
    plaything. But the ones pulling the strings haven't shown their faces, yet.
    They don't like us unwriting their carefully choreographed history though, 
    do they? 
    [Kain corrects Raziel.]
    You must understand, Raziel - we haven't unwritten history, we've merely 
    rewritten it. The future flows around our petty actions, finding the path of 
    least resistance while admitting only the slightest alterations. This is the 
    reshuffling you felt, when you refused to kill me. And remember, Raziel, we 
    are irritants in this regard, as well - history will not allow the 
    introduction of a paradox.
    And if events cannot be reshuffled to accommodate the change? 
    It is the irritant who's expelled. Bear in mind that this may be exactly the 
    outcome our enemies are trying to provoke. We must tread very carefully. 
    [With this admonition, Kain vanishes.]
    *****The Air Forge*****
    [Kain continues past the ruins of Janos's Retreat and discovers the Air 
    Forge. Upon entering he discovers more mural of the winged race.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    The scenes I discovered here were unambiguous. This race of winged beings, 
    the architects of the Pillars and the creators of the Reaver, were Nosgoth's 
    first vampires. Their blood thirst appeared to be a curse inflicted upon them 
    by their vanquished enemies. These images confirmed the truths that Kain had 
    divulged to me, but I had been too incredulous to accept. I struggled in vain 
    to see how the pieces fit together, how Kain intended to escape the dilemma 
    of his destiny, and what role he had plotted for me, and why Moebius and the 
    dark powers with which he seemed to be allied were so desperate to see Kain 
    dead, and so intent on me being the instrument of his execution.
    [Raziel works his way through the temple, solving puzzles and eventually 
    activating the Air Forge. He then plunges the Reaver into the font.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    As the Reaver drained the forge of its vital energy, the tempest receded. I 
    recovered myself, and paused to admire my newly-forged weapon, now imbued 
    with the elemental power of air. Thus armed, I hoped that I now possessed the 
    means to escape this wasted land.
    [Raziel continues toward the exit of the Forge. However, his path is barred 
    by a crumbling wall. Raziel uses his newly formed Air Reaver and shoots a 
    blast of energy at the wall. It crumbles to the floor as he does so.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    This elemental Reaver, I discovered, had the power to obliterate barriers 
    that were cracked or compromised. At last I had the means to open that ruined 
    Time Streaming chamber I discovered so long ago in the swamp. Now perhaps, I 
    could leave this wasteland and return to an era when Janos Audron still 
    *****Back to the Past*****
    [Raziel retraces his steps and comes back to the Time Streaming Chamber. He 
    activates it, not knowing where it would send him.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I had no choice but to act purely on blind faith. There was no way to tell 
    what era the device was tuned to, and I had neither the knowledge, nor the 
    means to set the machine myself. I hesitated only briefly, then, throwing the 
    switch, I hurled myself into oblivion, and relinquished my will to the hand 
    of fate.
    [He activates the device...]
    [Raziel exits the device and walks to the outer world. He finds himself in 
    the swamps, a light snow is falling. Around him are the banners of the 
    Sarafan along with the corpses of their victims.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Beyond all hope, and against all probability, it seemed that the device had 
    unerringly delivered me to the era I sought. For these were Sarafan banners, 
    and these vampires apparently the victims of their crusade. The coincidence 
    seemed too convenient to naively ascribe to fate, but whether my opportune 
    arrival had been orchestrated by Moebius or some other influence, I didn't 
    know. If Janos Audron still lived, I would find him. I was wary of further 
    deception and resolved to tread carefully.
    [Raziel comes upon a Sarafan killing field]
    For all the butchery of Moebius's crusade, this massacre was somehow more 
    chilling. The killing fields of the Sarafan betrayed a kind of orderly 
    ruthlessness, the cold-blooded righteousness of the true believer.
    [Raziel continues down the mountain path toward Janos's Retreat. He comes 
    upon a Sarafan Camp. He reflects and comments on their presence.]
    Here at last in the flesh, I beheld my former brothers-in-arms, the 
    warrior-priests of the Sarafan order; their lives devoted solely to the 
    annihilation of the vampire plague. And while I confess I felt a twinge of 
    longing, a pang of grief for what I had believed was my lost virtue, I 
    regarded them now with none of the reverence I formally felt. For I had seen 
    the human face of the vampires, and now I beheld the monstrousness of these 
    [Raziel continues down the long path and eventually reaches...]
    *****Janos Audron's Mountain Retreat*****
    After my long journey, I finally stood on the threshold of enlightenment. For 
    here was Janos Audron's mountain retreat, intact and unblemished. The 
    upheaval that would one day topple this ancient edifice had not yet occurred, 
    and while I had no certainty that Janos still lived, this scene boded well, 
    for I presumed that the collapse of the retreat must have followed the 
    ancient vampire's demise. There was only one obstacle, how to reach the 
    balcony suspended at that maddening height, so far beyond my reach? For this 
    was the architecture of winged creatures. The tattered ruins of my wings were 
    of no use. I would need to devise some other means into that mountain.
    [Raziel finds a means of entering. He then enters the main hall and looks at 
    the area he is in.]
    The mountain's interior was hollow, I discovered, and graced with soaring 
    architecture unique to its creators. As with the outer faÁade, these 
    balconies and galleries could only be reached by those gifted with flight. 
    With only my ruined wings to carry me, this towering labyrinth seemed 
    impassable. The object of my quest lay just beyond my grasp, for here, 
    suspended at the apex of the chamber, was the threshold that surely led to 
    the great vampire himself. I didn't know whether Janos Audron was the monster 
    depicted in the Stronghold, or one of the noble creatures memorialized among 
    the ruins of the ancient vampires, and I didn't care. Demon or angel, he 
    alone held the key to my destiny.
    [After a hard trial, Raziel finally reaches the one he desired...]
    *****The Tenth Guardian*****
    [Having finally reached the summit of Janos Audron's balcony chamber, Raziel 
    enters the room cautiously. He has traversed Nosgoth and crossed time to meet 
    this being, but has no idea what to expect - whether Janos is the monster 
    depicted by the Sarafan, or one of the noble figures memorialized among the 
    ruins of the ancient vampires. As he enters, Raziel discerns a striking, 
    winged figure standing at the far end of the chamber, silhouetted by the 
    wintry, morning light filtering in from the canyon beyond. Raziel addresses 
    the figure tentatively.]
    Janos Audron?
    [Janos turns slowly at the sound of Raziel's voice.]
    It is heartening, after all these years, to hear my name spoken without 
    [As he turns, his features are illuminated by the fire-lit glow of the 
    chamber. This is not the demonic creature depicted in the Stronghold - Janos 
    is darkly beautiful, and radiates a sense of priestly detachment, and 
    long-suffering patience. Janos appears to recognize Raziel, but regards him 
    with horror and pity. Raziel's features are vaguely vampiric - his blue skin, 
    cloven hands, and wings - but this emaciated, ragged spectre looks as though 
    he has been nearly destroyed.
    Raziel? My child, what have they done to you?
    I have been dragged through hell and back - all, it seems, to reach this 
    moment. But I don't yet know why.
    [Janos speaks haltingly, as though not sure where to begin.]
    For thousands of years, I have waited... alone here, losing faith... At the 
    time of the Binding, nine guardians were called to serve the Pillars. And I 
    was summoned as the tenth guardian - the keeper of the Reaver, the weapon of 
    our salvation. Over time, our race died out. Until I alone remained... 
    sustained only by my obligation to you, and by my guardianship of the blade.
    [Janos turns and walks contemplatively toward the balcony.]
    And the other nine? Why did their guardianship not sustain them? 
    [Janos considers for a moment, then responds wistfully.]
    I don't know.
    [Janos gazes beyond the balcony pensively as he recounts the vampires' 
    As our race dwindled, the humans prospered. I have watched, over the 
    centuries, as our history faded into myth, and finally receded altogether. 
    The humans have forgotten us entirely, and claimed the Pillars for themselves 
    - wholly ignorant of their true purpose. to them, I am merely a devil; the 
    origin of their vampire 'plague'.
    [Raziel approaches inquisitively.]
    Why would the Pillars summon human guardians, then, if they are meant to be 
    served by vampires? 
    [Janos walks to the edge of the balcony as he replies, gesturing for Raziel 
    to follow.]
    The Pillars choose their guardians from birth, Raziel - and vampires are no 
    longer born. This is the crux of our dilemma. And this is the terrible irony 
    - with their vampire purge, the members of the Circle have assaulted the very 
    architects of the Pillars they are sworn to protect. They have embarked on a 
    treacherous path. With every vampire they kill, the humans are slitting their 
    own throats.
    [Janos and Raziel stand together at the edge of the balcony, looking out at 
    the canyon below. Janos continues, speaking softly.]
    They know I'm up here, beyond their reach, and it terrifies them.
    [Janos gestures toward the panorama of Sarafan slaughter, below. A number of 
    impaled vampire corpses litter the canyon, planted here to defy and 
    intimidate Janos.]
    You can see how they flaunt their kills to torment me... or perhaps simply to 
    lure me out. They have this foolish notion that destroying me will somehow 
    topple our entire bloodline. Thankfully, we're not that fragile.
    I have seen them mustering their forces in the village, below. 
    Yes. I don't know what they're plotting... but I fear our time may be 
    bitterly short. 
    Mankind seems to have brought you only torment and grief. You must hate them. 
    [Janos responds slowly, considering.]
    They fear what they don't understand; and they despise what they fear. But no 
    - I do not hate them.
    Vorador does.
    He has suffered much. He cannot forgive them.
    Should they be forgiven?
    They don't understand what they're doing. They are simply unenlightened and 
    vulnerable to manipulation.
    [Raziel considers this silently for a moment, then voices the question that's 
    been tormenting him.]
    So it's all true, then - what Kain and Vorador have told me - I really am 
    some kind of unholy vampire messiah...
    [Janos gently corrects him.]
    Unholy? -no. Messiah...perhaps. 
    I don't like that word - it smells of martyrdom.
    Raziel, your role in this world's destiny is more crucial - and more 
    benevolent - than you've allowed yourself to believe. Your journey will not 
    be easy - dark powers are allied against you.
    [Janos pauses, considering Raziel's ragged appearance.]
    But I think you already know this... you appear to have been cruelly tested. 
    [Janos turns back toward the interior of the chamber.]
    The Binding must be secured, Raziel. The Pillars are the lock - 
    [Following him, Raziel completes the thought.]
    - and the Reaver is the key. 
    [Janos approaches a decorative chest set against the wall, and opens it - 
    revealing the Reaver, ensconced like a holy relic. Raziel becomes strangely 
    apprehensive. Each time he has encountered the Reaver during his journey, he 
    has experienced a sense of displacement, the distortion caused when two 
    incarnations of the Reaver meet in time and space. And now, inexplicably, he 
    feels nothing. As disconcerting as the temporal distortion feels, this 
    nothingness is somehow worse... Troubled, Raziel wonders quietly to himself.]
    The Reaver is here? Why do I feel nothing? 
    [Janos lifts the blade reverently and turns to Raziel, presenting it to him.]
    The most formidable weapon ever forged by our sword smiths... They infused the 
    blade with vampiric energy, empowering the Reaver to drain our enemies of 
    their precious lifeblood.
    Raziel V.O.:
    As Janos presented the blade, an inexplicable sense of dread crept over me, 
    more palpable than anything I'd felt before. I was at once horribly repelled 
    by the sword and yet irresistibly compelled to touch it, to take it up.
    [Raziel refuses the blade with trepidation.]
    Please - take it away from me. 
    [At once, from the hallway comes the unmistakable sound of armored soldiers 
    rapidly approaching. With sudden, sick recognition, Raziel realizes that by 
    blazing a path for himself through the Retreat, he has unwittingly exposed 
    Janos to the Sarafan. Janos appears dismayed, but oddly resigned.]
    I fear you have been followed... 
    [With this, the door crashes open, and a squad of Sarafan warriors burst into 
    the room. Their leader is armed with a cruel-looking weapon, and they have 
    come bearing Moebius's staff - Raziel realizes at this moment that he has 
    been duped and betrayed. Raziel charges forward to defend Janos from the 
    Sarafan, but Janos restrains him.] 
    You must save yourself, Raziel. 
    [Janos lays his hands upon Raziel, intent on conveying him safely away from 
    the chamber. Raziel resists.]
    Janos - no! 
    [But his protests are in vain. The room recedes dizzyingly, as Raziel is 
    propelled into an adjacent chamber within the Retreat - safely away from the 
    Sarafan, and helpless to save Janos.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    My surroundings whirled sickeningly, and I found myself transported safely 
    away from the ambush, to an adjacent chamber. Janos had delivered me from the 
    Sarafan, selflessly forfeiting his own safety to preserve my life. And now I 
    feared that my newfound mentor would be slaughtered by the very crusaders I 
    had so recently revered. The irony pierced me, and with dawning horror I 
    realized that I had been duped by Moebius from the beginning... For the 
    Sarafan had simply followed the path I gullibly blazed through this sanctuary, 
    and had arrived bearing Moebius's staff. Thus armed, they had Janos at their 
    mercy. Through the door, I could hear them battling, less than a dozen paces 
    away - but it may as well have been a thousand miles, for this barrier was 
    sealed by elemental forces I did not possess. It seemed Janos had conveyed me 
    into the heart of the Fire shrine. I thought perhaps if I could galvanize the 
    forge and imbue the Reaver in time, I might have a slim chance of saving 
    Janos from his grisly fate.
    *****The Fire Forge*****
    [Raziel solves the puzzle of the Fire Forge's chamber and activates the font. 
    He then plunges the Reaver into the Forge.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I plunged the Reaver into that furnace and forged the blade with elemental 
    fire. With the Reaver thus imbued, I was now armed to unlock the elemental 
    barrier and rescue Janos from his executioners.
    *****The Death of Janos Audron*****
    [Imbuing the Reaver with the elemental power of fire, Raziel is finally able 
    to unlock the sealed door which separates him from Janos and his assassins. 
    Raziel rushes through the door as it slowly slides open, and races toward 
    Janos' chamber. Having rendered Janos helpless with the aid of Moebius's 
    staff, the Sarafan have the ancient vampire pinned to the table. As Janos 
    struggles against his captors, the head inquisitor commands his fellow 
    Sarafan Raziel:
    Hold him!
    [Savoring the moment, the inquisitor raises his cruel-looking blade - then 
    bringing it down violently, he rips Janos' chest open.]
    (Screams in agony)
    [Raziel reaches the threshold of the chamber too late. He watches in horror 
    as the inquisitor reaches into Janos' open chest cavity and tears out his 
    living heart. He raises it triumphantly for the other Sarafan to see.]
    Look at his black heart, how it still beats!
    [Raziel prepares to leap into the fray, and then is frozen - as the head 
    inquisitor turns, raising the heart, Raziel gets a clear look at the man's 
    face. And he realizes that he has just watched himself - his former Sarafan 
    self - murder Janos. Raziel and his Sarafan alter-ego lock eyes on each other 
    - Raziel gaping in horror upon recognizing his former self, and Sarafan 
    Raziel strangely haunted by the appearance of the demonic figure before him. 
    As Janos begins to die, a tremor shakes the Retreat. The chamber rocks with 
    the impact, and begins to collapse under the strain.]
    Dumah (alarmed):
    The fiend intends to bury us alive!
    [Then, trying to break their leader out of his trance.]
    Raziel, we must get out of here!
    [Sarafan Raziel cannot tear his eyes from this demonic apparition. With his 
    gaze still locked on Raziel, he commands his fellow Sarafan.]
    Sarafan Raziel:
    Remember the sword!
    [Dumah grabs up the Reaver, and with the sword and Janos' heart in their 
    possession, the Sarafan rush out of the chamber just as the entire Retreat 
    threatens to collapse around them. Heedless of the retreating Sarafan, Raziel 
    leaps down to where Janos lies dying - incredibly, the ancient vampire is 
    still alive, but only barely. Raziel kneels disconsolately beside him - 
    bereft at the loss of his new-found mentor, and horrified at this latest 
    epiphany: that he himself was Janos' murderer.]
    Forgive me; I'm sorry... I failed you.
    Janos (gently):
    No, Raziel.
    Perhaps this was my true purpose - simply to save your life this once. 
    Raziel (distraught):
    While I have taken yours...
    Janos (dying):
    Embrace your destiny, Raziel. You must reclaim the Reaver - it was forged for 
    you and you alone... Without it, there is no hope... 
    [Janos dies, and the Retreat is rocked again by a powerful quake. The 
    chamber's vaults collapse as their support beams crumble, and the exits are 
    filled by cascading rubble. As the tremors subside, Raziel rises and steps 
    slowly away from Janos' corpse, horrified by these new revelations, and 
    nursing a growing ember of hatred.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    As I backed away from Janos's body, I was overwhelmed by a sense of 
    self-loathing so deep, I could barely contain it. In that instant, I rejected 
    all that I ever was, and embraced the role Janos had safeguarded for me so 
    patiently throughout the centuries. I knew then what I had to do - the task 
    for which I was uniquely prepared...
    [Walking slowly to the edge of the balcony, Raziel gazes out upon Nosgoth's 
    Raziel V.O.:
    I would pursue the Sarafan dogs to their loathsome fortress, and avenge 
    Janos Audron's murder. Moebius would pay dearly for his treachery, and my 
    Sarafan brethren would reap the horrors they had sown. I would retake the 
    stolen Reaver, which was rightfully mine. And finally, when all these debts 
    had been paid, I would reclaim Janos Audron's heart from their filthy, 
    unworthy hands. If the heart was truly imbued with the power to restore 
    vampiric unlife, its highest purpose was clear to me... I would restore the 
    heart to Janos, and thus undo the vile crime committed by my abominable 
    former self.
    [As Raziel stands on the balcony, the canyon is shaken by a final, massive 
    tremor. He leaps clear of the tumbling wreckage just before the vaults of 
    Janos' chamber collapsed completely. Gliding safely into the canyon below, 
    Raziel turns and looks up to see that the facade of Janos' mountain aerie has 
    been reduced to rubble.]
    *****Return for the Final Showdown*****
    [Raziel heads toward the Sarafan Stronghold. Along the way, he is stopped and
    attacked by the demons he met with during his time in the future.]
    We've been expecting you, little Raziel.
    Raziel V.O.:
    So, these demonic pests were not merely the products of Nosgoth's corrupted 
    future. For here they were, hurtling back over five centuries to pursue me. 
    These creatures, I suspected, were minions of the unseen forces that had 
    hoped to control me. This was the tangible expression of their displeasure. 
    These demons were unleashed as the penalty for my disobedience.
    [Raziel dispatches the demons and continues on. He is stopped once again by 
    more demons in a small canyon.]
    Demon A:
    Do you really think you can save Nosgoth?
    Demon B:
    Let me enlighten you, poor Raziel.
    [Raziel reaches Uschtenheim and is ambushed by yet more abominations.]
    There he is, the savior of Nosgoth...
    [Raziel continues on the road to vengeance. He then reaches another canyon 
    where he is confronted by yet another menacing demon.]
    Come closer, Raziel.
    [Raziel enters the swamp where...well...you get the picture...]
    You shall not pass!
    *****The Final Transgression*****
    Having renounced his Sarafan heritage, Raziel trails his former brethren back 
    to the Stronghold to avenge Janos Audron's murder. In the course of his 
    pursuit, Raziel revisits the subterranean Pillars chamber for the last time. 
    The Elder God greets him with ominous finality.]
    Elder God:
    You have failed me, Raziel.
    I wonder, Old One... Did you truly resurrect me, or were you simply there 
    when I awakened from my torment in the Abyss? I suspect you found me merely 
    convenient. Dropped in your lair by Kain, indestructible for some reason. A 
    durable and gullible tool for you to manipulate. This one thing I readily 
    admit - I have been used by others time and again. But always I seem to stray 
    from their path... what is it about me, Demon, that makes me such an 
    unreliable instrument? Why do I survive one trial after another... on and on 
    in an endless succession of humiliating deaths and resurrections? It seem 
    there is much more to my destiny, and my history, than I know. Perhaps more 
    than you know, as well...
    [He leaves the Elder God and continues to the Pillars there...]
    Demon A (to another demon):
    He thinks he can change his destiny.
    Demon B:
    What a fool.
    [Raziel slays the beasts and finally reaches...the Sarafan Stronghold...]
    *****Cornered in the Stronghold*****
    [Raziel has pursued the Sarafan to their Stronghold, resolved to avenge Janos 
    Audron's murder, recover his heart, and reclaim the stolen Reaver. Charging 
    through the Stronghold's corridors, Raziel finds himself at a dead end, in an 
    antechamber off of the cloister. The Reaver is here, laid out across a basin 
    in the center of the room - as if propped here for Raziel to discover. Raziel 
    stops short - for here is the blade that stirred such unsettling premonitions 
    when Janos presented it to him. As before, he feels no distortion in its 
    presence, which troubles him - he is repelled and afraid, yet irresistibly 
    drawn toward the sword. 
    Raziel V.O.:
    Suddenly and inexplicably, I discovered the Reaver, suspiciously laid across 
    my path. Again, I sensed nothing of that 'temporal distortion', the peculiar 
    sense of displacement I had felt when I encountered the Reaver in William's 
    chapel. Cornered here with the blade, I suffered the same nameless dread that 
    I had experienced when Janos first presented the Reaver to me. I felt at once 
    repelled by the blade, and yet overwhelmingly compelled to seize it.
    [Suddenly, Moebius and the Sarafan Malek appear in the doorway behind Raziel, 
    cutting off his exit. He's been ambushed. Wheeling on them, Raziel summons 
    the wraith-blade - but Moebius has arrived bearing his staff, and as the orb 
    flares, the wraith-blade flickers and dies. Moebius's demeanor has changed 
    dramatically since their last encounter. Gone are all the signs of the 
    sniveling, pandering magician - Moebius is cold, focused and completely in 
    So, Raziel - here we are, finally. You have no choice but to confront me now 
    - and I am not so foolish as I've let you believe. We have business to 
    Raziel (enraged):
    You knew I would lead the Sarafan to Janos, you vile bastard! You've been 
    orchestrating my every move! 
    [Moebius simply laughs.]
    My destiny is an amusement to you?
    It was fun, while it lasted.
    [Raziel takes a threatening step forward, and Moebius motions to Malek.]
    I think not, Raziel. Malek, do not let this creature leave. He poses a danger 
    to the Circle.
    [Malek steps in front of Moebius, brandishing his pike.]
    Poor, deluded Raziel... did you somehow imagine you had the guile to change 
    history on me? I'm the Time-Streamer - I knew your every intention before you 
    did, you imbecile.
    [Suddenly, the sounds of a far off disturbance echo through the chamber. 
    Screams, terrified cries for Malek, and the unmistakable laughter of the 
    vampire Vorador reverberate through the stone corridors.]
    Vorador (in the distance):
    Call your dogs - they can feast on your corpses!
    [Malek turns instinctively, prepared to defend the Guardians he has sworn to 
    protect - but Moebius calmly raises a hand to restrain him. Malek entreats 
    Lord Moebius, there is trouble within. The Circle is under attack -
    Moebius (cold, focused):
    Hold fast, Malek. This one is the real danger to us.
    [Raziel backs slowly toward the basin where the Reaver is laid out.]
    What are you trying to concoct here, Moebius?
    Moebius (hatefully):
    You toxic creature - did you imagine I'd simply allow you to run loose, 
    corrupting everything you encounter? 
    I admit that I've underestimated you to this point, Moebius - but it's a 
    mistake I won't repeat. 
    [With his wraith-blade disabled by the influence of Moebius's staff, Raziel 
    has no choice but to take up the Reaver. He grabs the hilt and advances on 
    Moebius and Malek. This is the moment Moebius was waiting for.]
    Moebius (ominously)
    Wrong again, Raziel. 
    [Moebius and Malek back out of the open doorway.]
    Now Malek - bolt the door!
    [Raziel rushes forward, but the portcullis slams down just as he reaches the 
    door. Turning back toward the chamber, he contemplates the Reaver now 
    clutched in his grasp, and realizes that he has no choice but to press 
    forward into the cloister.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Using his staff to disable my wraith-blade, Moebius had effectively disarmed 
    me, leaving me with only one choice of weapon. And yet I confess, it was not 
    the lack of options, but blind rage that made me take up the Reaver - in my 
    fury, it felt as though my hand had acted of its own will. And now that same 
    hand clutched the hilt with unyielding strength - and I felt a constrained 
    tingling, a remote but palpable sense of longing as the disabled wraith-blade 
    tried vainly to embrace its physical twin.
    *****Path to Vengeance*****
    [Should Raziel try to go to the Spectral Realm.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    The Reaver exerted some mysterious power over me. It sustained my energy, 
    enabling me to prolong my physical manifestation indefinitely. In fact, 
    bonded to the blade as I was, I could no longer shift into the spirit realm 
    at will. Nor was I able to summon the Reaver's twin, for my wraith-blade had 
    been disabled in the confrontation with Moebius.
    [Should Raziel try to place the Soul Reaver down.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Now that I had taken it up, the Reaver and I were inescapably joined. The 
    harder I tried to release the blade, the more tightly my hand gripped the 
    hilt, as if possessed of its own will.
    [As Raziel pursues the Sarafan through the Stronghold, he confronts each of 
    his former brethren in turn, exacting revenge for Janos' murder. After being 
    ambushed by Moebius and Malek, Raziel proceeds cautiously into the cloister, 
    now armed with the Reaver. Here he encounters Melchiah and Zephon, who have 
    apparently been dispatched to confront him here.]
    Come to take your revenge, demon?
    Back to hell with you!
    [Raziel looks upon his former brethren with disgust, relishing his advantage 
    over them.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I recognized these two as my former brethren... in life as Sarafan; and in 
    unlife as Kain's vampire 'sons'. Melchiah and Zephon, the weakest of Kain's 
    brood... These bastards had no idea what future lay in store for them - how 
    they would become the very thing they so despised. The Reaver hummed with 
    anticipation - Janos had called it a 'vampiric' blade, endowed with the power 
    to drain its victims of their lifeblood. I was eager to see what the Reaver 
    would do to these two...
    [The battle ensues, and the two Sarafan fall easily before the power of the 
    Reaver. With his former brothers-in-arms lying dead at his feet, Raziel 
    revels in the intoxicating power of the Reaver.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    As Melchiah and Zephon fell before my blade, I felt the Reaver's blood-thirst 
    as keenly as I ever had when I was still a vampire. I could sense the boundary 
    between us dissolving - the Reaver was consumed with my rage, and I was 
    intoxicated by its bloodlust. The blade had a vitalizing effect on me - my 
    physical energy no longer decayed over time, and the wounds inflicted by my 
    foes healed almost instantly. The Reaver had made me invincible.
    [Raziel proceed into the Stronghold's main Sanctuary, where he discovers 
    Rahab and Dumah waiting for him.]
    Have you come to reclaim the monster's black heart?
    You'll have to get through us, first.
    [Raziel readies the Reaver eagerly, savoring his newly-discovered role 
    in their ultimate destinies.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    My former brethren Dumah and Rahab confronted me next - this all seemed so 
    elegantly choreographed. Exhilarated by the Reaver, I was drunk with 
    revelations... I could finally appreciate the delicious irony of Kain's 
    blasphemous, private joke - and I reveled as I colluded with him across the 
    centuries. For it was I who put these bastards in their tomb, thus providing 
    the corpses for Kain to raise as his vampire sons a millennium from now.
    [Upon defeating Dumah and Rahab, Raziel proceeds into the choir of the 
    Sanctuary. Here, finally, Raziel is confronted by Turel - his former 
    second-in-command, both as Sarafan and vampire. Turel advances on Raziel with 
    self-righteous contempt.]
    Get back to the pit you crawled from, demon!
    [Raziel regards his former brother-in-arms derisively.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    And here at last was my brother Turel, who along with Dumah would bear me 
    into the Abyss without questioning Kain's command. So dutiful and righteous, 
    even as a vampire... I guess some habits die hard. The vampire Turel had 
    eluded my vengeance; the Sarafan Turel would not.
    [Armed with the Reaver, Raziel has confronted and slain each of his former 
    Sarafan brethren in turn. Entering the Chapter House of the Stronghold, he 
    finally comes face to face with his former self - the Sarafan Inquisitor 
    Raziel, who has apparently been waiting for him here. As he crosses the 
    threshold, the portcullis slams down behind him - this is clearly a trap, 
    calculated to channel Raziel into combat with the most formidable of the 
    Sarafan commanders. The Inquisitor addresses Raziel with self-righteous 
    disdain, blissfully ignorant of this demonic creature's true identity.]
    Sarafan Raziel (hatefully):
    So, vampire - here we are. You've destroyed my brethren - and now you've come 
    for me? You'll find I am not such easy prey.
    I don't want to kill you, but I will if I must. Return the heart to me, and 
    we can end this now.
    Sarafan Raziel: (mocking)
    So you've come to avenge that filthy parasite, and reclaim his foul heart? 
    You're a righteous fiend, aren't you?
    Raziel (referring to Sarafan Raziel):
    Apparently I am.
    Sarafan Raziel (icily):
    No, vampire. This is where it ends, but you won't be leaving this room. Now, 
    let's finish this - I'll make it mercifully quick.
    As you did for Janos.
    Sarafan Raziel (laughs coldly):
    No, that beast had eluded us for far too long. It would have been a shame to 
    end him too quickly.
    [He continues, goading Raziel into battle.]
    Sarafan Raziel:
    It's ironic, really - the 'great Janos Audron' turned out to be no challenge 
    at all... thanks to you. Did you hear his cowardly screams when I tore that 
    black heart out of his carcass?
    [Raziel can no longer contain his rage - raising the Reaver, he lunges at the 
    Sarafan Inquisitor. And so the final battle begins...]
    *****Full Circle*****
    [The Sarafan Inquisitor is defeated, and as he staggers, Raziel runs him 
    through with the Reaver. Transfixed on the blade, Sarafan Raziel chokes and 
    gasps as his lifeblood is drained from his body. Face to face in this deadly 
    embrace, Raziel curses his former self with the solemnity of an oath.]
    Raziel (with revulsion and finality):
    I renounce you. 
    Sarafan Raziel:
    (Gasping and dying)
    [The Sarafan Inquisitor collapses to the floor, and the Reaver blade slides 
    free of his body.]
    Raziel (quietly, to himself):
    And so it ends. My history comes full circle.
    [As Raziel stands over the corpse of his former self, the wraith-blade begins 
    to manifest, its power gradually returning. Raziel watches in growing alarm 
    as the wraith-blade abandons its symbiotic grip on his arm, and coils itself 
    around its twin - its former, physical self - instead.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Sensing its twin, the wraith-blade uncoiled itself from me - and instead 
    wound lovingly around its former self. I felt its grip loosen, and as the 
    blade left me, its absence chilled me more than its presence ever had. A 
    foreboding sense of emptiness and loss stole over me... and a terrible 
    revelation gathered like a storm at the edge of my awareness...
    [Thus joined, the twinned Reavers turn on Raziel - with the blade still bound 
    to his hand, Raziel is dragged helplessly as the Reaver exerts its own will. 
    Raziel struggles, but is powerless to resist the blades as they turn 
    inexorably toward him.]
    Raziel V.O. (a horrible epiphany):
    With all other foes exhausted, the conjoined blades turned themselves on me. 
    And I realized, finally, why I had sensed nothing when Janos offered me the 
    blade. The Reaver was never forged to be a soul-stealing weapon... 
    [The Reaver plunges toward Raziel and impales him. His eyes widen in agony, 
    despair and recognition.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    ... the ravenous, soul-devouring entity trapped in the blade was - and always 
    had been - me. This is why the blade was destroyed when Kain tried to strike 
    me down - the Reaver could not devour its own soul. The paradox shattered the 
    blade. So - this was my terrible destiny - to play out this purgatorial cycle 
    for all eternity... I could not bear it - despair overwhelmed me.
    [Raziel falls to his knees, transfixed by the Reaver. His hand, still bound 
    to the blade, forms a perverse vicious-circle as his soul is gradually but 
    relentlessly drained away, absorbed slowly and torturously into the Reaver. 
    Raziel strains against the blade, trying vainly to escape this horrible fate. 
    At this moment, Kain reveals himself, stepping out from the shadows of the 
    Chapter House. Raziel sees him, and immediately believes he has been betrayed 
    - that this is a trap set by Kain himself. Overcome with rage and agony, 
    Raziel accuses Kain.]
    [Kain approaches, watching Raziel with intense fascination. Raziel cries out 
    in anguish.]
    Are you enjoying this, Kain!?
    Kain (intense):
    Don't fight it, Raziel... Give in to it... 
    Raziel (in agony):
    Was this your destiny for me, all along?!
    [Kain urges him intently.]
    Trust me...
    [Raziel's strength is fading; he begins to collapse.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    I felt myself weakening... unable to hold on any longer. The Reaver was too 
    strong... The compulsion to simply let go too great...
    [Out of strength, Raziel surrenders his will. As he nears the brink of 
    oblivion, a fluttering distortion tangibly begins, and Raziel approaches a 
    dawning revelation.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    And then... a growing sense of vertigo, and the familiar displacement... The 
    paradoxical moment when my twinned soul hovered both outside and inside the 
    Reaver blade... This was the instant - the glimmer of temporal distortion - 
    Kain had been counting on all along. This was the edge of the coin - the 
    minute flicker of probability upon which Kain had gambled everything.
    [Kain lunges forward - and with a massive, history-defying effort, tears the 
    Reaver from Raziel's chest.]
    [Raziel screams in agony.]
    [The Reaver flies across the room, and the wraith-blade flickers and fades as 
    it is separated from its twin. Raziel falls forward, rescued from the 
    threshold of oblivion, but nearly completely drained.]
    Now you are free to reclaim your true destiny, Raziel.
    [Gradually, the room begins to warp around them as history strains to find a 
    new course around this new obstruction. As the future reshuffles itself, a 
    look of horror slowly dawns on Kain's face. With new memories blooming in his 
    mind, Kain realizes he may have just made a terrible mistake.]
    Raziel V.O.:
    Behind Kain's eyes, I could see new memories blooming and dying, as history 
    labored to reshuffle itself around this monumental obstruction... And I could 
    see by the dawning horror on his face that perhaps we had strained history 
    too far this time... That by trying to alter my fate, he may have introduced 
    a fatal paradox.
    [Then the reshuffling begins to settle, as history finds its new course. But 
    the horror on Kain's face remains, as he realizes what price has been paid to 
    restore Raziel's future.]
    Kain (quiet, awestruck horror):
    My god...the Hylden...we walked right into their trap... 
    [Then, with a sudden realization, Kain tries to warn Raziel.]
    Raziel! Janos must stay dead!
    [But Raziel, drained almost to the point of annihilation, is losing 
    consciousness. He falls to his knees, and begins to waver out of existence as 
    he sinks into the spectral plane.]
    Raziel V.O. (ominously):
    But Kain's warning was lost as I slipped into the spirit realm, too weak to 
    maintain my physical form... And there, waiting for me as always, was the 
    Reaver - the wraith-blade... My own soul, twinned and bound eternally to me. 
    And I realized that I could never escape my terrible destiny... I had merely 
    postponed it. History abhors a paradox.
                               History abhors a paradox.
    -----VI. F.A.Q.-----
    Any questions go here:
    Q: Why did you write this?
    A: Reference and information gathering for another FAQ I'm writing. I wrote
    the entire script down and figured some kiddos would wanna see it, so I made
    it into this.
    Q: Are you ever gonna update the SR1 script with the cut out dialogue?
    A: Yep, I gathered all the information on the disc I could find. Expect a
    update within the next week or so.
    Q: Why are Moebiusís eyes all white?
    A: Although I'm not positive, it's probably because he is blind. Most oracles
    and the like was almost universally blind. That...or because it just looks
    Q: The Hylden? WTF?
    A: Play Blood Omen 2...
    Q: Wasn't your e-mail dark_id@hotmail.com?
    A: Yep, it was. However, Microsoft apparently hates me (must be all that
    doubting of the Xbox's survival =) and decided to nuke my e-mail account. Oh
    well, to hell with them...
    -----VII. CONTACT-----
    E-Mail: original_dark_id@yahoo.com
    Feel free to contact me if you have a question, comment, want to use this 
    script on your site (see copyright), or have a correction. But first, follow 
    these guidelines.
    - Use good sentence structure.
    - Use good spelling.
    - Have a point to your message.
    - Head the e-mail "Soul Reaver 2 ______ (comment, question, whatever)"
    - I speak English...so any messages in another language won't be responded to 
    for obvious reasons (sorry.) However, if you can speak some English, but it's 
    not your primary language, just tell me at the start of you message and I'll 
    try to respond.
    - Be intelligent.
    - TaLk lIkE tHiS.
    - Have no point to your message.
    - Ask Gameplay questions. This is a script concerning the game's story. STORY 
    - Be rude.
    - Speak in 1337 (I'm not gonna go to through the trouble of reading it.)
    - Curse like a sailor.
    Please observe these guidelines and there is a 99% chance you'll get responds 
    right away. Thank you.
    -----VIII. COPYRIGHT-----
    I took a long time making script. If I find you steal it, I won't be able to 
    kill you, but Raziel might be around for revenge. If I do find you plagiarize 
    this document, I will see you in court =)
    This FAQ was solely intended for the public use on the www. It cannot be 
    reproduced, retransmitted, or re-written in any other form except by the 
    notice of the author.  Any violation of this code will result in harsh and 
    swift court action. If this legal document is portrayed  in any commercial 
    use,  you are therefore stricken under the code of law and will be punished. 
    This FAQ is only to be used by the public itself and cannot be sold.  
    Revisions of this FAQ are only to be done with notice of the author before 
    hand and may be done so as long as the name of the author of the document 
    appears in due credit. This document may NOT be used for sales and 
    broadcasting or commercial use.  This FAQ may not be included in a 
    promotional  CD, magazine, or any other use of monetary product. This FAQ may 
    not be used in a password-protected area or in a high security 
    area/restricted area. This FAQ is in no way possible to be plagiarized, 
    without facing court charges. Doing so will bring about damages in terms of 
    law, whether the punishment be civil or criminal law. In other words: 
    This document is copyright Ryan "Nemesis 300" Kelly; 2002. All rights reserved.
    Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver 2, Raziel, Kain and all characters, locations, 
    and concepts are copyright Crystal Dynamics 2001. All rights reserved.
    -----IX. CREDITS-----
    Well, this is the end. I'd like to thank:
    -Eidos/Crystal Dynamics: For making the game.
    -Elly: My best friend. See ya soon.
    -Claire: My girlfriend...for obvious reasons. =)
    -CjayC (www.gamefaqs.com): for running one of the best gaming sites on the 
    Internet and for hosting my FAQ.
    -----X. CLOSING-----
    Well kiddos, itís been fun. If your still reading this...your mad. Go outside 
    NOW! Heh...just kidding. Hope you liked this, and try taking a looks see at 
    my other FAQs:
    -Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver script
    -Fatal Fury quotes and dialogues
    -Garou: Mark of the Wolves quotes and dialogue
    -Fatal Fury 3: Road to the Final Victory quotes and dialogue
    Projects working on:
    -Blood Omen: Legacy of Kain script (85% done)
    -Legacy of Kain: Blood Omen 2 script (50% done)
    -Metal Gear Solid 2 script (90% done)
    -Metal Gear Series Reference Guide (90% done)
    -Legacy of Kain Plot Analysis (30% done)
    Cheap plug...
    Shut up, you.
    Well, later folks. Until next time...

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