Elder God : I know you, Raziel. You are worthy.
Raziel : What madness is this? What pitiful form is this that have come to inhabit? Death would be a release next to this travesty!
Elder God : You did not survive the abyss, Raziel. I have only spared you from total dissolution.
Raziel : I would choose oblivion over this existence!
Elder God : The choice is not yours.
Raziel : I am destroyed!
Elder God : YOU ARE REBORN! The birth of one of Kain's abominations traps the essence of life. It is this soul that animates the corpse you *lived* in. And that, Raziel, is the demise of Nosgoth. There is no balance. The souls of the dead remain trapped. I cannot spin them in the wheel of fate. They cannot complete their destinies.
Elder God : Redeem yourself. Or, if you prefer, avenge yourself. Settle your dispute with Kain. Destroy him and your brethren. Free their souls, and let the wheel of fate churn again. Use your hatred to reave their souls. I can make it possible. Become my "soul reaver"- my angel of death.