the left hand of god

[Faker]

famine.

war.

pestilence.

death.

for decades, these great plagues have tormented us without end.

our clan has no chance of survival through the turning of the new year.

no food.

no water.

one hope.

the prophets foretold the birth of a child that held the powers of la'heba strong within them.

one that would one day return to the promised land and reclaim what was taken from us.

it was you, my child.

i wish i could see you grow to be the person you are destined to be.

but my time draws near.

all of us will be gone soon, 

except for you.

you must go, samael.

go to a place where you may enlighten yourself,

obtain the wisdom and power you need to avenge us all.