Raziel dug his two large claws into the granite beside him, watching with a dulled interest as he drove bits of rock from its surface. He had been sitting here for quite some time now, pondering his past events, wondering how it had all been brought about so fast over such a long period of wait. From his perch upon a fallen rock pillar, he glanced upward at a bat, who flew quickly across the sky with a hungry whine.

It was right to be hungry. Kain's reign of the land had driven much out of the area. Raziel found himself striving to remember eating. Warm blood trickling his throat, finally satisfied. He had no craving for it now. The fluid, which had once carried so much appeal, now utterly worthless to him. Now he strove for the souls of the damned and the revenge.

One by one, even his own siblings. Ah, how their forms had changed. He wondered by what means his own face had changed, no jaw, skin shriveled, hair matted. But it mattered not. Now all but the last of his brothers dead, no one was there to observe his surely hideous body. No one would be there but Kain, the one he also sought to destroy. He would kill Kain at any cost.

But after that, what was in store for him? Would he go back to the Abyss for all eternity? He looked down upon feeling a small snap up his claw. Holding up the hand to examine it, he found a crack running from the tip to the middle of his middle claw. "Oh..." his expression dropped and his shoulders fell, looking down at the tiny crack. A little bit crumbled away, trickling down his hand like the long dead dust it was.

Raziel found that this depressed him greatly. It was just a crack, but it felt to him to be a strong blow. Everything he had was leaving him. His jaw, his land, his children, his brothers. Now this. The little tip of his claw had fallen off into his dead palm. He thought about his brother's bodies once more, how they changed into...monsters, so it seemed. Rahab, his teeth and tail adapting to his surroundings. Zephon had taken a gruesome turn as well. He wondered what they may have looked like during the process, and what they would've changed into had they not been devoured.

What had started it? Had they just had the changing in them from the star? Raziel could imagine what he would've evolved into. Perhaps a giant flying demon, horns, scales, horribly deformed. The wings he had grown, perhaps they were the start of his transformation into a beast resembling his brothers. But then he was thrown into the Abyss, burned almost beyond easy recognition. Dying once more must have stopped the process.

"Damn you, Kain..." he whispered to himself angrily. He reached behind and pulled a tattered wing into his view. It was rendered nearly useless because of Kain. What was he now? A simple shadow of his former self. All of this started over his two wings, the very same two that were worthless. But he told himself that the land would have gone to hell all the same. Even if Raziel hadn't done his time in the Abyss, it would've all been the same. Now, he had set his brothers free.

Yet he couldn't help but resent those wings. The wretched sheets of flesh that dangled from his back like a flimsy cape. They had done him no good. And now he was off to finish his last brother. Dumah, whose careless claws tossed him away like a stone. Yes, he would set Dumah free. He looked at his cracked claw once more before standing and picking up a glistening spear. He flexed his arm connected to the Soul Reaver, sending an electric tingle up his arm.

Glancing off into the distance, he marched off to Dumah's lair, two broken wings swaying heavily against his back.