Vampires of Nosgoth!

Dark Gods
A millenium has passed since Lord Kain set his capital in the ruins of the Pillars of Nosgoth and began his conquest of the world. His first act was to recruit a cadre. Dipping into the underworld, Kain snared six souls and thus birthed his lieutenants of which Raziel was one. They in turn prowled the twilight of purgatory building six legions of vampires to pillage Nosgoth.
The destruction of the major human kingdoms was inevitable. Within a hundred years humanity had been thoroughly domesticated. To be sure, there remained some feral humans scattered across the hinterlands, clinging to their hopeless holy war to rid Nosgoth of 'the vampire scourgeThey were tolerated. They made existence for the fledgelings more challenging.
After the humans, our real work began; shaping Nosgoth to our will. Around the Pillars, slaves constructed a shrine worthy of our new age, worthy of our new renaissance. Huge furnaces were built to belch smoke into the sky, shielding the land from the poisonous effects of the sun. Never had the world known such beauty. However, they grew bored.
They allowed the remains of the legions, the lesser vampires, to have their intrigues. They provided amusement and spice to an increasingly uninspired court. As faction fell against faction they bet upon the outcome. They helped and foiled plots at their whim. They were the council and Lord Kain, their only master.

Raziel
The humans think it is a poison of the blood that makes us what they are. Fools, the blood only feeds the bodies they live in. To create a vampire, one must steal a soul from the abyss to reanimate the corpse. It is the body that demands the blood sacrifice; their souls gain their advantage from the powers of the underworld. As they matured, their earthly bodies evolved into higher forms. They assumed the powers of nobility of the Dark Gods. With each change, the trivial affairs of a vampire and man held less intrest. Always, it was Kain that would change first. After he had experienced a new gift, one of the lesser vampires would follow in a decade or so. That is, until Raziel had the audacity to evolve before his master. He was gifted with wings. And for his impertinence he was damned.

The Elder
To vampires the touch of water is agonyit burns their flesh like acid. Raziel's punishment was to be cast into the Lake of the Dead, their execution ground for traitors and weaklings. As his brethren heaved him into the air he could see the bemused expressions on their faces. The transitory thrill of something new. Then the pain. Melting, twisting, burning, falling. A new experience indeed. Time. He has no concept of how long he fell. Only that there was no end to the fall and through the pain he heard the voice. At first he thought it was merely the echos of his own tortured mind, but he grew to understand that it was more. Something primal. Something angry. Something righteous. Something ancient.
The Elder explained much to him. It told of creation, of death, of souls and of hunger. For eons the Elder fed upon the souls of Nosgoth. Then Kain's vampire dynasty deprived the Elder of sustenance. For centuries his hunger grew and festered in this place.
The Elder offered Raziel a solution to his sorry existence - if he would stalk the Material Realm slaying his former brethren then he would have the chance to avenge himself against Kain.
How could one refuse such an offer?