“Thy blood makes thee my brood, crafted in my image. My curse thine, my salvation

thine. I stand before and above thee as god-regent. I am the way, my Traditions

covenant. Renounce me and renounce all hope.” Thus spoke Caine.

“As I am master of Nod, thy Domain is thine own concern. Thou art its master, and all will respect this or suffer thy wrath. All will present themselves when entering, and thou shall protect them in turn. By right, thou art allowed to hunt within the bounds of thy Domain, its blood thine own. Accept its responsibilities, minister thy Domain and pay others the same respect thou expect.” Thus spoke Caine.

“Thou shalt only Sire another with the permission and blessing of thine elder. To create is the providence of those closest to me, for they shall be accountable. Break this, and both thee and thy progeny shall be slain.” Thus spoke Caine.

“Those thou create are thine own blood until released from thy charge. Until that

moment, their sins, their blood and their punishments are thine.” Thus spoke Caine.

“Those thou create are thine own blood until released from thy charge. Until that

moment, their sins, their blood and their punishments are thine.” Thus spoke Caine.

“Forbidden art thou to spill the blood of another of thy kind who is Elder. This right

belongs only to the closest to me and none other. It is forbidden for those of weaker

blood to rise against their elders. This is my final covenant.” Thus spoke Caine.

“Never shalt thou reveal thy true nature to those not of the blood. Doing so shall

renounce thy claims to my covenant.” Thus spoke Caine.