Again Caine fell into great sorrow
and went into solitude, Becoming as a
dog amidst the wastes, And leaving
his Progeny to their own ends.
They came to him and begged him
to return, To help them rebuild the City.
But he would not come with them,
Saying the Flood had been sent as
punishment For his having returned
to the world of life And subverting the
true law.
So they returned alone to what
mortals were left And announced that
they were the new rulers. Each
created a Brood, In order to claim the
glory of Caine, Yet they did not
have his wisdom or restraint.
A great war was waged, th e Elders
against their Children,
And the Children slew their parents.
The rebels then built a new city
And brought to it 13 tribes.
It was a beautiful city and its
people worshipped them as gods.
They created new Progeny of their
own, the Fourth Generation of Cainites.
But they feared the Jyhad, And
it was forbidden for those Children to
create others of their kind. This
power their Elders kept for themselves.
When a Childe was created, it
was hunted down and killed,
And its Sire with it.
Though this city was as great
as Caine's, eventually it grew old.
As do all living things, it slowly
began to die. The gods at first did not see
the truth, And when they at last
looked about them it was too late.
Their city was destroyed and their
power extinguished, And they were
forced to flee, their Progeny
along with them.
But many were killed in the flight,
for they had grown weak.
With their authority gone, all
were free to create their own Broods,
And soon there were many new Kindred,
Who ruled across the face of
the Earth.
But this could not last. Over
time, there came to be too many of
the Kindred, And then there was
war once again. The Elders were
already deep in hiding,
For they had learned caution.
But their Children had founded
their own cities and Broods,
And it is they who were killed
in the great wave of war. There was war so
total, that there are none
of that Generation To speak of themselves any
longer. Waves of mortal flesh
were sent across continents In order to crush
and burn the cities of the Kindred.
Mortals thought they were fighting their
own wars, But it is for us that
they spilt their blood.
Once this war was over, All of
the Kindred hid from one another
And from the humans that surrounded
them. In hiding we remain today,
For the Jyhad continues.
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