I watched you, hidden from your eyes by my viel of shadows. Yes, even the, when your mortal mind could not yet concieve pf the idea that creatures like me existed, I watched you. And as I watched you, I knew our souls were linked. I couldn't tell you how, or why, but simply that I knew. Before you even knew your name, it was from my lips it was whispered....Mattias, "God's Gift." And what a gift you are my dear.

I wanted so much to take you into my world, embrace you and tear every strand of innocense from your feeble mind. But as we both know, I didn't. Perhaps it was your sire that prevented it, or maybe I wasn't meant to. Either way you were awakened to the real world, and still I watched.

I smiled as you twisted in agony, as you screamed, and fought off death. You felt its touch, and with every drop of your strength you sought to live. But like anything, your destiny layed in death. After your body finally grew still, it was your sire who burried you, leaving you alone. But you were never alone, I was with you even then, whispering words of vengeance in your maddened mind.

It did not take long for you to dig yourself out and your sire came to you once more. He embraced you, much like my sire used to embrace me. But you did something I never would have expected. In return for his embrace, you killed the son of a bitch. Yes, I know you stumbled around like some lost dog, your eyes vacant, body covered in blood. Yes, I know when asked about your current state, the blood, the gashes, you claimed it was your own...that you had cut yourself like some crazed Malkavian. But it was not your blood, and I'm sure now you would not mind that I told you this. It was a long time ago, and things change. But, none the less, it was at that point I knew your potential, and I knew our souls were indeed destined to intertwine.

Shortly after you decided to cut all mortal ties. Hunting down your family, friends, anyone and everyone who knew your real name...your mortal name. You fed off their terrified blood, and it gave you strength. You gave up everything that kept you mortal, and you embraced the darkness burried within your soul.

It was at this point I stepped in. I knew that look in your eyes all too well by then. You were Death's walking image. And you decided you wanted my soul along with all the others you had collected. Funny, since that's exactly what I wanted from you.

But when I spoke, you knew me, and finally you knew we were meant to be. By now you had learned much of your disciplines, but you had no ability to converse. You were a killer, and that was all.

As suprised as Valor would be to know this, it was I who tutored you once more how to behave around mortals and others of your kind. At the same time never quite making yourself so low as them. You were better then them, all of them, and still are.

When the training was complete, and I felt safe to let you wander by yourself once more, I freed you from my constraints.

Recently I came to you again, sending you to Georgia to check out Atlanta and see how things ran. Upon your first visit you were bored, finding nothing but mortals who gave blood freely. You were never into that, and never will be I imagine. I know you, Mattias, and you know me...so trust me when I tell you that by doing what you are...it may soon happen that hell shall come to earth soon enough.

I will speak with you soon,
Shinobi