A Valediction, Forbidding Diablerie

And the enemies of Caine were great, and fell to fighting over his trail like hounds, the scent would not abate through flood and moon, and much travail

The hunter’s skill was great, as they looked for their Father, and they did see … ancient Discipline used they to find the road to Shal-ka-mense

They came at last to that secret place where Caine hid, amongst the waters Showing himself, Caine called them under, “Gentle sons, gentle daughters, Why do you disturb my slumber?”

And they tried to embrace their Father with steely things and things of wood, but lightning Caine, fast-moving Caine, would not be stopped by such as them.

Under the curling, blasting waters, beyond the pool of Veyd-sah-me, in the grotto of Shal-ka-mense did they gather, did they gather, to embrace their sleeping Father’s form.

Found him sleeping? Found him wakeful, battle-ready, eyes abright, smiling at his ancient Childer waging war in the waxing light.

Now the stars they one by one blot their ways into lightning sky Now the fires burn hell and cinder Now the heat reveals the pyre.

Too long! the hunters waited further, Too long! They did by Veyd-sah-me, tarry long enough to see the light of Dawn upon their Father’s Face.

And in the turning, burning Mark, they saw the Finger of God’s own hate, twisting, curling, God’s own Word it Set apart Caine’s lonely fate

And as they burned in hell-bright fires, as they saw the melted flesh as they burned with their own Kindred Caine blessed more funeral pyres Taking in his bloody Sacrament.

Seek not the blood of thine own Elder
Seek not the blood of thy Sire’s Sire
Seek not the blood that made thee Kin
For thou will feel the funeral pyre When thou dost pay for thy immortal sin.

— Caine, The Truth Seeker

Type

Journal, Personal

Medium

Papyrus

Location

First City of Enoch

Authors

• Caine

Signatories (Characters)

• Caine