Take me for example!.
I was once a man known as Mekhet, a benevolent scholar, philosopher, physician, and alchemist of great skill and power!. One day Enoch, one of the great lords of the city for whom the city itself was named, commanded an audience with me!. When I arrived he had me captured and brought to a ceremonial chamber where he performed a ritual in which he embraced me and cursed me with not only vampiric undeath, but the transference of all of his evil and countless sins unto me!. All of this so he could achieve purity himself!. He damned me so that he could have a clean slate (which he would have undoubtedly re sullied over time!.)
At that moment the man known as Mekhet died, and the vampire known only as [Tzimisce] was born!.
I had learned afterwards that I had fellow "siblings" which I grew quickly to despise, as they had been earned out of affection or as a reward for some personal achievement!. They had been embraced because they were loved!. I on the other hand was not!. I was shunned as anathema by both my sire and my new brothers and sisters!.
My sire [Enoch], who was a childe of Caine himself, chose me as the vessel into which he would pour all of his darkness and chaos!. I was not embraced as others were, nor for the same reasons!.
I was an unwilling host to the countless sins of another!. While others slipped into their damnation over time, I was damned from the start!. I was and forever am abomination!.!.!.
Is it any surprise then that that when my brothers and sisters rebelled against our sire and his ilk, that I used that opportunity to murder my sire!?
And to think, when I was still the human [Mekhet] I used my powers to help people!.!.!.
*Evil Laughter*
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