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Book

of

Nod

By Aristotle deLaurent, Beckett, et al.

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Introduction:

How to use the Book of Nod

The Book of Nod is not designed to be the definitive book on the nature of

vampires and their founder, Caine. There are no game mechanics within. The reason

behind this is that The Book of Nod is meant to be 100 percent setting material.

Ideally, Storytellers will use The Book of Nod as a prop in either their Masquerade

Mind's Eye Theatre game or their Vampire:The Masquerade chronicles.

They may also use it to seed their games with an authentic culture: the culture

of the Antediluvians which filters down from Caine himself. Want to make an EIder

seem ancient and ultra-conservative? Have him quote from the Chronicle of Shadows.

Want to give players the sense that they are close to the Antediluvians? Have them

find a tablet with a fragment of the Chronicle of Caine on it. Want to scare them

with threats of Gehenna? Have a Malkavian quote the Chronicle of Secrets to them.

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Preface

I cannot tell you the naked fear I feel, putting down these words

for once and for all. Perhaps I will regret them. Perhaps they will

never see print. Yet, it is my nature to report this. It is, as they

say, in the blood.

My sire, and his sire before him followed this great and glorius

work. Indeed, our very nature has been shaped by this quest; we are

unable to stop searching for knowledge. We are of the Mnemosyne, the

Memory-Seekeers. Specifically, we have been commanded to search for

the Book, the tome of all Kindred lore, which is a collection of

writings by Caine, his childer and his grandchlider. It is this Book,

supposedly first written in the land of Nod, east of Eden, that

captures our daytime nightmares and makes every night a painful

journey from ignorance towards truth.

Still, I savor every moment of my unlife. I savor the feeling of

the crinkly old skins through silk gloves, turning them page by page.

My hands shake with pleasure while holding soft cool lights and

reading ink that was newly dried when Charlemagne was young. I savor

the gentle, quiet terror of reading cuneiform tablets that threaten

to crumble at my very presence. More than that, perhaps more than

immortality itself, is the quest that burns within me. It is the

search. I have traveled all over this world, perhaps even more than

any other of my bloodline.

Where my eternal quest takes me, I shall know no fear! Though

small of frame and frail of body, my heart is strong and my blood

stronger. I am not afraid to go to those shadowy places where the

far-flung fragments of our Father's teachings lie resting! I have

gotten lost in the raw brutality of New York, sipped tea with the

Governor of Kingston, made life-long enemies in Johannesburg, hired

the best diggers in all of Cairo, fought to get through to

Casablanca, learned about ancient steel and ancient monuments in

Toledo, dug in the white cliffs of Dover, barely avoided a deadly

brawl in Dublin, sneaked past watchful eyes in Brest, and liberated

ancient tomes from a monastery in Cologne. I have saved fourteen

sacred scrolls from the torch in Berlin, sipped the best coffee and

talked to the greatest Austrian scholars in Vienna, learned ancient

Sumerian from a Methuselah in the hidden tunnels under the University

of Prague, and braved the coldest winters Oslo had to offer.

And yet, I did not to this by my wits alone. Barely a night goes

by that I do not thank our Founder for his foresight in providing me

with the secret ways of hiding, the way to see beyond sight, and the

voice of command that seems to come so easily to our line, and I have

long blessed my warrior friend Karsh who taught me the secret of

seeing in the dark and sleeping in the earth.

And yet, I wonder what else our Founder provided us with. My sire

and his sire seem to have fallen under a horrible curse. A madness,

dark and quiet at first but soon growing to a terrible loss of

coherent thought and communication, has seemed to strike them. Can I

be far behind? My Tremere friend has written me, saying that the

burning need driving my bloodline might be the cause of the madness.

It must be true, for I cannot fight the burning desire for more

knowledge, it is as difficult to resist as the need for sleep or the

need for blood.

It is perhaps this madness, that which I fear the most which has

compelled me to go to press with this translation in haste. Know that

I do not intend to break Raphael's fragile Masquerade by putting

these words in print. It is my intent that a scant ten score of these

books be printed, and that none of the copies of this book be given

into the hands of the sons and daughters of Seth (as our Father

commands us in The Chronicle of Shadows).

I must publish this now, however. It is the most complete

collection of the Chronicles of The Book of Nod that has ever been

gathered. No other translation, not even Critias' Codex of Caine, has

been as complete.

And yet it shames me to say that this is not the complete text.

Far from it. I have seen whole fragments go up in smoke as flames

consumed ancient buildings. I have touched a complete Book in the

tomb of an Antediluvian, and watched it crumble to dust.

I know that in the catacombs under the tabled Los City of Gold,

hidden deep in the Amazon jungle, there are thirteen stone fragments

said to contain specific words to each of the 13 tribes of Kindred,

but I only glimpsed them once before I was forced to flee. And so I

can only boast to having part of the puzzle: the largest part to ever

be assembled, true, but still only a part of the whole.

I have chosen English as it is my native tongue, it is, in my

opinion, the one language which most ably dances between the ancient

concepts of Sumer, the noble language of Ancient Rome and the

stentorian incantations of Medieval Germany. I must beg forgiveness

for its glib simplified action in some cases. However, I will forever

defend my choice. The King's English will serve well, especially

since so many of the original texts are forever lost to me.

It is perhaps particularly perverse that I follow the threads of

memory to each fragment of this Book, and yet I know that there are

those out there who harry me at every step. I know that Amelek has

himself had a hand in thwarting me once, and other Methuselahs as

well. It is difficult to find, for example, lists of the names of the

Antediluvians and the Methuselahs, for they know that in names there

are power and they, out of fear that some mage would learn to control

them with it have blotted their names out of the histories, where

ever they have been recovered.

I have luckily managed to discover a few of them, but I suspect

these to be falsified names that were created by the Antediluvians to

throw me off the trail, so I offer them here. This may be the only

way in which we may identify certain Antediluvians. Furthermore, I

have fallen into the habit (regrettably) of referring to the founder

of a clan with a nominative of the clan's name. For example, Malkav

equals Malkavian. This is, admittedly, sloppy scholarship but I have

been left with no choice. Once I learned the true name. of Brujah's

Antediluvian and discovered my own name carved in my forearm the next

evening. I promptly swore to never again seek the names of those

founders.

I am quite sure that, even as I write these words, there are

agents of the Jyhad who are following me. I will not join the common

room downstairs tonight for last night. I indulged in some winesotted

blood and saw a woman with silver-grey eyes looking at me. She

was wearing Ventrue's scepter-sigil on her cloak, I know it was her

watching for me, searching for me, sent by Ventrue to harry me. No

matter. I will write the truth and the rest of you be damned!

I have attempted to compile these textual fragments into some kind

of coherent story, at least within the contexts of the various

Chronicles. Where you see an ellipsis, know that there are more words

on that particular scrap, but that it has somehow been lost, erased

or hidden from me.

I wait now only for a package from London to finish this missive

and have done with this book. This package will carry one of the only

copies of the Codex of Caine left in existence, and will be the last

piece in my complex puzzle. I look forward to touching it, holding

it, with great expectation. And if any of my brothers or sisters

comes near it, I will ... I will send them to the death of Fire! Let

Michael’s holy sword brand them, for all I care. No one has come this

close. I will reign triumphant amongst my kind.

With triumph,

Aristotle de Laurent

~~~

A Brief Word on the Chronicle of Caine

It is unimportant that this part of the Book of Nod is not comparatively

accurate with the standard biblical canon. What is important is that we

have, perhaps for the first time, a personal viewpoint on the events

surrounding the days after the Fall. Caine tells us in his own words what

his motives were, and although it is quite possible that this story exists

only to shape our idea of him, we can assume that there must be some element

of the truth his tale. His account is, after all, the only eyewitness report

we have to rely upon.

Ah, our dear Father. In some Islamic myths, the translated Satan figure

is thrown from Heaven not because he hates mankind, but because he loves God

too much to bow to any other but God, and he will not serve man. It is

perhaps that Caine shares in this love he so loves his brother that he

cannot think of any other worthy sacrifice to the One Above. Surely Caine

could not have had any other reason to sacrifice his brother. He could not

know death, having been born before Death was something humanity had

experienced.

Other figures of that time also play instrumental roles in the Book.

Surely it is not purely mythological transliteration that causes Lilith to

appear in this story, for she is a figure in the oldest of the Hebrew

Midrashim. Having been cast out of Paradise first, she would recognize Caine

for one who had been in the light of heaven and subsequently cast out. There

are those among my colleagues who believe that this stanza should represent

the idea that Lilith, mother of magick and demoness herself, taught the

first Disciplines to Caine. Others see her role as being a midwife to our

Father's awakening to his own magickal potential. What remains to be

discovered is the fabled „Cycle of Lilith" which supposedly describes the

time Caine spent with Lilith as her servant and lover. Was it merely a

dalliance, or could it have been some kind of mystical apprenticeship,

during which Lilith gradually drew out of Caine tne limitations that the

Divine had placed upon him and slowly Awakened him to his own magickal

powers? The fact that she shows trepidation at his drinking her own blood

from the Awakening cup might point to her lack of total understanding as to

what, exactly, this might do to the First Son of Adam.

We cannot afford to speculate heather the cup causes a hallucination in

Caine or whether Caine is actually physically transported to a wilderness

somewhere in the Darkness. This is not understood, neither is it explained

by the translation of the original text. The original phraseology

essentially means „breathed in" or „moved." Both meanings of the word point

to either explanation. And we cannot gain much in the debates: it matters

not whether Caine was physically transported. Like shamanic visions recorded

as a result of ritually consuming hallucinogenic, Caine's experience was as

real to him as any journey might be to you or me. My childe, Beckett,

continues to restate his opinion that the Chronicle of Caine is a vampiric

parable. I totally disagree, but Beckett is a beloved childe. I will include

his studies and findings here, below.

Because of the literary distance between the current translations of the

text (Dr. deLaurent's translation included) of The Book of Nod, the original

intent of the Book has been lost. It is my theory, based on my own

researches, that the stories of Caine and Abel, Caine's curse, and his

subsequent meeting with Lilith are parables created to tell the tale of the

first Kindred in such a way that even the simplest of us can understand

them. Through my own scholarship, and drawing upon the work of the

fundamental Caine scholars in the world (including some captured writings by

a Black Hand worshipper of Caine), I have created a story which I believe

harkens back to the original parable of Caine.

In the time after humanity went from a hunter/gatherer society to

cultivating farm animals and developing agriculture, there were two tribes,

named for their chiefs. They were called the people of Caine and the people

of Abel. The people of Abel were herders and animal husbanders, and were

more primitive than the people of Caine. They worshipped a great Sun God,

who was a warrior who lived in the sky. The people of Caine were

agricultural, and were more civilized than the people of Abel. Because it

was so important to time the harvest, the people of Caine worshipped the

Moon Goddess, the Dark Mother who was both the fertility of Earth and the

mystery of the Moon.

Yet, not all of the people were happy. Chief Abel attacked Caine's

people, telling them that they were inferior and cursed because they did not

hunt like their Sun God hunted. Caine's people did not know much about

fighting, but Caine taught them how to use the sharp things that they used

to till the soil to kill. When Abel's people came back to torment them

again, Caine's people fought back. All of the men, women and children of

Abel were killed.

The Sun God of the people of Abel then called them cursed as a people, and

laid a blood-curse on all of them that they would wander without a home in

the wilderness. He burned their villages and salted their fields, and told

all to turn away from the people of Caine The people of Caine were unable to

recover. They wandered in the curse for many weeks, until they had no food

to eat and had many troubles. Then the priestess of the Dark Mother, who

lived beyond the Moon, came. The priestess offered Caine's people respite,

succor and surcease. She taught them magic, taught them how to hunt, and

taught them to drink blood.

The Sun God came to Chief Caine in dreams, and told him and his people to

return and subjugate themselves to the will of people of Seth. Chief Caine

refused. Then the Sun God told him that all the people of his tribe would be

cursed forever, and it was so. But the Dark Mother said that there would

always be a way to overcome this curse: if the people of Caine would come to

Her, through her mystery, she would free them from the curse of the Sun God.

In this parable, Caine’s people (and Caine) represent our need for

civilization, the Humanitas that we con stantly seek. Abel’s people (and

Abel) represent our animal natures, our wild selves, the Beast that lies

within us. The Dark Mather represents the mystery that guides our very

existence: the magic of our blood, the power of Disciplines. We must seek

the mystery of Dark Mather while dealing with the legacy left behind by the

Sun God – the curse. Ergo, „A Beast I am, lest a Beast I become.” Golconda

is held out as a final goal, perhaps balancing all these things and showing

the transcendence of the Beast Within.

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The Chronicle of Caine

I dream of the first times1

the longest memory

I speak of the first times2

the oldest Father

I sing of the first times

and the dawn of Darkness

In Nod3, where the light of Paradise

lit up the night sky

and the tears of our parents wet the ground

Each of us, in out way,

set about to live

and take our sustenance from the land.

And I first-born Caine, I,

with sharp things4,

planted the dark seeds5

wet them in earth

tended them, watched them grow

And Abel second-born Abel

tended the animals

aided their bloody

births6

fed them, watched

them grow

I loved him, my

Brother

He was the brighest

The sweetest.

The strongest.

He was the first part

of all my joy7.

Then one day

our Father8 said to us.

Caine, Abel

to Him Above9 you must make a sacrifice -

a gift of the first part

of all that you have

And I, first-born Caine, I

gathered the tender shoots

the brightest fruits

the sweetest grass

And Abel, second-born, Abel

slaughtered the youngest,

the strongest,

the sweetest of his animals

On the altar of our Father

we laid our sacrifices

and lit fire under them

and watched the smoke carry them

up to the One Above

The sacrifice of Abel, second-born,

smelled sweet to the One Above

and Abel was blessed.

And, I, first-born Caine, I

was struck from beyond by10

a harsh word and a curse,

for my sacrifice was unworthy.

I looked at Abel’s sacrifice,

still smoking the flesh, the

blood.

I cried, I held my eyes

I prayed in night and day

And when

Father said11

the time for

Sacrifice

has come again

And Abel

led his youngest,

his sweetest,

his most beloved

to the sacrificial fire

I did not bring my

youngest,

my sweetest,

for I knew the

One Above

would not

want them.

And my brother,

beloved Abel

said to me

„Caine, you did not bring

a sacrifice,

a gift of the first

part of you joy,

to burn on the altar

of the One Above.”

I cried tears of love as I,

with sharp things,

sacrificed that

which was the

first part of

my joy,

my brother.

And the Blood of Abel12

covered the altar

and smelled sweet

as it burned

But my Father said

„Cursed are you, Caine,

who killed your brother.

As I was cast out

so shall you be.” 13

And He exiled me to wander in Darkness,

the land of Nod.14

I flew into the Darkness

I saw no source of light

and I was afraid.15

And alone.

The Coming of Lilith

I was alone in the Darkness

And I grew hungry.

I was alone in the Darkness

And I grew cold.

I was alone in the Darkness

And I cried.16

Then there came to me

a sweet voice,

a honey voice

Words of succor.

Words of surcease.17

A woman, dark and

lovely,

with eyes that

pierced the

Darkness

came to

me.18

I know your story. Caine of Nod."

She said, smiling.

"You are hungry. Come! I have food.

You are cold. Come! I have clothes.

You are sad. Come! I have comfort."

"Who would comfort one so Cursed as I?

Who would clothe me?

Who would feed me?"

"I am your Father's first wife,

who disagreed with the One Above

and gained Freedom in the Darkness.

I am Lilith.19

Once, I was cold, and there was no warmth

for me.

Once. I was hungry and there was no food

for me.

Once, I was sad, and there was no comfort

for me."

She took me in, she fed me.

She clothed me.

In her arms. I found comfort.

I cried until blood

trickled from my eyes

and she kissed them away.20

Lillith's magick

And I dwelt for a time

in the House of Lilith21

and asked her

"Out of Darkness,

how did you build this place?

How did you make clothes?

How did you grow food?"

And Lilith smiled and said.

"Unlike you, I am Awake.

I see the Threads that spin

all around you, I make that

which I need out of Power." 22

„Awaken me, then, Lilith." I said.

"I have need for this Power.

Then, I can make my own

clothes,

make my own food,

make my own House."

Worry creased Lilith's brow.

"I do not know what the

Awakening will do for you,

for you are truly Cursed by

your Father.

You could die.

You could be forever changed."

Caine said, "Even so, a life without

Power will not be worth living.

I would die without your gifts.

I will not live as your Thrall."

Lillth loved me, and I knew this.

Lilith would do what I asked,

though she did not wish it.

And so, Lilith, bright-eyed Lilith.

Awakened me.

She cut herself with a knife

bled for me into a bowl.

I drank deep. It was sweet.23

And then I fell into the Abyss.24

I fell forever, falling

into the deepest darkness.

The Temptation of Caine

And from the Darkness

came a bright shining light -

fire in the night.

And the archangel Michael revealed himself 25

to me.

I was unafraid. I asked his business.

Michael, General of Heaven,

wielder of the holy Flame,

said unto me,

"Son of Adam, Son of Eve, thy crime is great,

and yet the mercy of my Father is

also great.

Will you not repent the evil that you

have done, and let his mercy wash you clean?"

And I said to Michael,

"Not by [the One Above]'s grace, but mine own

will I live, in pride."26

Michael cursed me, saying

"Then, for as long as you walk this

earth, you and your children will

fear my living flame, and it will

bite deep and savor your flesh." 27

And on the morning, Raphael came28

on lambent wings,

light over the horizon

the driver of the Sun,

ward of the East.

Raphael spoke, saying

Caine, son of Adam,

son of Eve,

your brother Abel

forgives you your sin

will you not repent, and accept the

mercy of the Almighty?"

And I said to

Raphael

"Not by Abel`s forgiveness,

but mine own,

will be forgiven."

Raphael cursed

me, saying

"Then, for as long

as you walk this earth,

you and your children

will fear the dawn,

and the sun's rays will seek

to burn you like fire

where ever you hide always.

Hide now for the Sun rises to take

its wrath on you."

But I found a secret place in the earth

and hid from the burning light of the

Sun.

Deep in the earth, I slept until the

Light of the World was hidden behind the

mountain of Night.29

When I awoke from my day of sleep,

I heard the sound of gentle rushing

wings30

and I saw the black wings of Uriel

draped around me -

Uriel, reaper, angel of Death,

dark Uriel who dwells in darkness.

Uriel spoke to me quietly, saying

"Son of Adam. Son of Eve. God

Almighty

has forgiven you your sin.

Will you accept his mercy and let me

take you to your reward, no longer

cursed?31

And I said to dark-winged Uriel,

„Not by God`s mercy, but my own, will

I live.

I am what I am, I did what I did,

and that will never change.” 32

And then, through dread Uriel

God Almighty cyrsed me, saying.33

„Then, for as long as you walk this

earth,

you and your children will cling to

Darkness

You will drink only blood

You will eat only ashes34

You will be always as you were at death,

Never dying, living on.

You will walk forever in Darkness,

all you touch will crumble into

nothing,

until the last days.”

I gave a cry of anguish

at this terrible curse and

tore at my flesh.

I wept blood

I caught the tears in a cup

and drank them 35

When I looked up from my drink of

sorrow

the archangel Gabriel

gentle Gabriel

Gabriel, Lord of Mercy

appeared to me.

The archangel Gabriel said unto me,

„Son of Adam, Son of Eve,

Behold, the mercy of the Father is

greater

than you can ever know

for even now there is a path opened

a road of Mercy

and you shall call this road [Golconda].36

And tell you children of it,

for by that road may they come

once again dwell in the Light.”

And with that, the darkness

was lifted

like a veil

and the only light was

Lilith’s bright eyes.

Looking around me, I knew

that I had Awakened.

When my energies first

surged through me

I discovered

how to move like lightning

[Celerity]

how to borrow the strenght

of the earth [Potence]

how to be as stone

[Fortitude]

These were like

breathing once was to me.

Lilith then showed me

how she hides herself from

hunters [Obfuscate]

how she commands

obedience [Dominate]

and how she demands

respect [Presence]

Then, Awakening myself further, I found

the way to alter forms [Protean]

the way to have dominion over animals [Animalism]

the way to make eyes see sight [Auspex]37

Then Lilith commanded that I stop, saying

that

I had over reached my bounds

That I had gone too far

That I threatened my very essence.

She used her powers and commanded me to

stop.

Because of her power, I heeded her,

but deep within me a seed was planted

a seed of rebellion

and when she turned her face from me,

I opened myself up once more, to the Night,

and saw the infinite possibilities in the stars

and knew that a path of power, a path of

Blood

was mine for the taking,

and so I awakened in me this Final Path,

from which all other paths would grow.

With this newest power, I broke the bonds

that the Lady of Night put on me

I left the Damned Queen that evening,

cloaking myself in shadows,

I fled the lands of Nod

and came at last to a place

where not even her demons could find me.

Zillah's Tale

Let me tell the tale of Zillah38

first loved of Caine,

first wife of Caine,

the sweetest blood,

the softest skin,

the clearest eyes.

Alone of Caine's newest Childer,

did Caine desire Her,39

and she was not mindful of his

desire, turning away from Him.

Not gifts, not sacrifices,

not perfumes, not doves,

not beautiful dancers,

not singers, not oxen,

not sculpture, not beautiful clothes,

nothing would turn Zillah's heart

from stone to sweet fruit.

So Caine pulled at his beard40

and tore at his hair

and took to roaming the wilderness

at night, thinking of her,

burning for her,

and one night Caine came upon

an old Crone singing to the moon

Caine said to the

Crone,

"Why do you sing so?"

And the Crone replied,

"Because I yearn for

what I cannot have ..."41

Caine said to the

Crone,

"I yearn also. What can

one do?”

The Crone smiled and

said,

"Drink of my blood

this night,

Caine, Father of

Kindred,

and return tomorrow

night.

Then will I tell you

the wisdom

of the Moon."42

Caine drank at the

Crone's bare neck,

and departed.

The next night, Caine

found the Crone

sleeping on a rock.

"Wake up, Crone."

Caine said.

"I have returned."

The Crone opened one

eye and said,

"I dream of the

solution for you

this night. Drink once

more of me,

and then return

tomorrow night.

Bring a bowl of clay.

Bring a sharp knife.

I will have your answer

then."

Once again. Caine took blood from the

Crone,

who immediately fell back into a deep

slumber.

When Caine returned the next night,

the Crone looked up at him and smiled,

"Greetings, Lord of the Beast," the

Crone said.43

"I have the wisdom you seek."

"Take some of my blood,

into the bowl you have,

and mix in these berries

and these herbs,

and drink deep of the elixir."

"You will be irresistible.

You will be potent.

You will be masterful.

You will be ardent.

You will be glowing.

The heart of Zillah will melt

like the snows in spring."

And so. Caine drank from the Crone's

elixir,

because he was so in love with Zillah,

and he so desired her love in return.

And the Crone laughed. The Crone

laughed aloud.

She had tricked him! She had trapped

him!

Caine was angry beyond compare.

Caine reached out with his powers,

to rend this Crone apart with his

strength.

The Crone cackled and said, "Do not"

And Caine could do nothing against her.

The Crone chuckled and said. "Love

me."

And Caine could do nothing but stare

into her

ancient eyes, desire her leathery skin.

The Crone laughed and said, "Make me

immortal."

And Caine Embraced her. She cackled

again,

laughed with the pure ecstasy of the

Embrace,

for it did not pain her.

"I have made you powerful. Caine of

Enoch,

Caine of Nod,

but you will forever be bound to me.

I have made you master of all,

but you will never forget me!

Your blood, potent as it is now,

will bond those who drink it,

as you did, once a night

for three nights.

You will be the master.

They will be your thrall, as you are mine.

For though Zillah will love you, as you

wanted,

you will love me, forever. Go now, and

claim your

lovely bride, I will wait for you in the

darkest

places, while I brew more potions for

your health."

And so, heavy hearted,

Caine returned to Enoch.

And each night,

for three nights,

Zillah drank from her Sire,

though she did not know it.

And, on the third night,

Caine announced he would marry44

Zillah, his sweetest Childe,

and she agreed.

The Tale of the Crone

For a year and a day45

Caine labored in service

to a Crone, who with blood-wisdom.

bound him as surety

as any prisoner.

She would visit him at night

force him to give up his blood

for her secret elixirs

and potent formulas

She would take his Childer's Childer,

and they would never be heard from again.

But Caine was wise. He did not drink

from her ever again.

And she did not ask him to, thinking

that he was ever in her Thrall.

One night. Caine went to the Crone

in the forest.

and told her of terrible dreams

that he had during his sleep.

"I fear for my life, Crone.

I fear the prophecy of Auriel,

and my Children's lust for my blood.

Tell me secret knowledge, that I might

be powerful against my own."

And the Crone went to a tree

made of gopher wood,46

and broke off a limb.

She took a sharp knife

and sharpened the limb.

"Take this piece of living wood,

sharp, strong,

pierce the heart of your wayward childe.

It will render him still,

and yours to command.

Instead of feasting on your heart's blood,

he will feel the weight of your justice."

Caine said. "Thank you, Mother," and

With that, moving in quick movements,

Caine took the stake of gopher wood,

seized it and drove it

deep within the Crone's heart.

Because Caine, wise Caine

had fed not upon her for a year and a day

and because he forced his Will through

his hands, he broke the Bond she held

on him, and turned his fortune.

She laughed again, as blood welled up

and poured out of her mouth.

Her eyes poured out hate.

Caine

kissed her

once, kissed her

cold, withred lips,

and left her there

to Raphael’s gentle smile:

the sun that rises.

The Tale of the First City

In the beginning there was only Caine

Caine who [sacrificed] his brother out of

[love].47

Caine who was cast out.

Caine who was cursed forever with immortality.

Caine who was cursed with the lust for

blood,

It is Caine from whom we all come,

Our Sire's Sire.

For the passing of an age he lived in [the

land of Nod].

In loneliness and suffering

For an eon he remained alone

But the passing of memory drowned his

sorrow.

And so he returned to the world of mortals,

To the world his brother [Seth, third-born

of Eve,]

and [Seth's children]

had created.

He returned and was made welcome.

[For none would turn against him,

due to the Mark that was laid upon him]

The people saw his power and worshipped

him,

[He grew powerful, and his power was

strong,

his ways of awe and command were great]

[And the Children of Seth made] him King

of their great City, The First City.

But Caine grew lonely in his Power.

Deep within him, the seed of loneliness

blossomed, and grew a dark flower

He saw within his blood the potence

of fertility

By calling up demons

and listening to whispered wisdom

He learned the way to make a child for his

own.

He came to know its power, and, doing so,

decided to Embrace one of those near him.

And, lo, Uriel, Dread Uriel, revealed

himself to Caine

that very night

and said to him,

"Caine, though powerful you are, and

marked of God,

know you this: that any Childe you make

will

bear your curse, that any of your Progeny

will forever walk in the Land of Nod, and

fear flame and sun, drinking blood only

and eating ashes only.

And since they will carry their

father's jealous seed,

they will forever plot

and fight

amongst themselves.

Doom not those of Adam's

grandchildren who seek to

walk

in righteousness. Caine!

Stay your dread Embrace!"

Still, Caine knew what he must do, and a

young man

named Enosh, who was the most beloved of

Seth's kin,

begged to be made Son to the dark Father.

And Caine, mindful though he was of

Uriel's words,

seized Enosh, and wrapped him in the dark

Embrace.

And so, it came to pass that Caine beget

Enoch and, so doing, named the First City

Enoch.

And so doing, did Enoch beg for a brother,

a sister, and Caine, indulgent Father,

gave these to him, and their names were

Zillah, whose blood was most-favored of

Caine,

and Irad, whose strength served Caine's arm.

And these Kindred of Caine learned the

ways

of making Progeny of their own, and

they Embraced more of Seth's kin, unthinking.

And then wise Caine said. "An end to this

crime.

There shall be no more."

And as Caine's word was the law, his Brood

obeyed him.

The city stood for many ages,

And became the center of a mighty Empire.

Caine grew close to those not like him.

The [children of Seth] knew him

And he, to turn, knew them

But the world grew dark with sin.

Caine's Children wandered here and there,

indulging their dark ways

Caine felt anger when his children fought

He discovered deceit when he saw them

make word-war

He knew sadness when he saw them abuse

[the children of Seth]

Caine read the signs

in the darkening sky,

but said nothing.

Then came the great Deluge, a great flood that washed over the world.

The City was destroyed,

the children of Seth with it.

Again, Caine fell into great sorrow and went into solitude.

And he left us, his Progeny, to our own ends.

We found him, after much searching,

deep in the earth,

and he bade us go, saying

that the Flood was a punishment,

for his having returned to the world of

life

And subverting the true law.

He asked us to go, so that he might

sleep.

So we returned alone to find the

children of Noah,

And announced that we were the new

rulers.

Each created a Brood

In order to claim the glory of Caine,

Yet we did not have his wisdom or

restraint.

A great war was waged, the Elders against

their Children,

just as Uriel had said,

And the Children slew their parents.

They rose up

Used fire and wood

Swords and claws

To destroy those who had created them

The rebels then built a new city.

Out of the fallen Empire,

they collected the Thirteen clans

that had been scattered by the Great War,

and brought them all together,

They brought in the Kingship Clan

[Ventrue],

the Clan of the Beast [Gangrel],

the Moon Clan [Malkavian],

the Clan of the Hidden [Nosferatu],

the Vanderer Clan [Ravnos],

the Clan of the Rose [Toreador],

the Night Clan [Lasombra],

the Clan of Shapers [Tzmisces],

the Snake Clant [Setites],

the Clan of Death [Giovanni],

the Healer's Clan [Saulot],

the Clan of the Hunt [Assamites],

and the Learned Clan [Brujah].

They made a beautiful city,

and the people worshipped them as gods.

They created new Progeny of their own,

the Fourth Generation of Cainites.

But they feared the Jyhad,

the Prophecy of Uriel,

And it was forbidden for those Children

To create others of their kind.

This power their Elders kept for

themselves.

When a Childe was created, it was

hunted down and killed,

and its Sire with it.

Although Caine was away from us,

we did feel his careful eye watching us,

and we knew that he marked our movements

and our ways.

He cursed [Malkav], when that one

defamed his image

and doomed him to insanity, forever.

When [Nosferatu] was found indulging

his tastes

in foul ways with his own Children,

Caine laid his hand on [Nosferatu],

and told him that he would forever

wear his evil

and twisted his visage.

He cursed us all, for killing the first part

of his Children, the Second Generation,

As we had hunted them down one by one,

Zillah the Beautifu, Irad the Strong, and

Enoch First-Ruler.

And we mourned them all, as we were all

of a kind,

and all of the families of Caine's childer.

Though this city was as great as Caine's,

eventually

It grew old.

As do all living things, it slowly began

to die.

The gods at first did not see the truth,

And when they at last looked about

them it was too late.

For, as Uriel had said,

the seed of Evil planted

blossomed as a blood-red

rose

And [Troile], the Child of

his Child's Child

rose up, and slew his

Father, Brujah.

And ate of his flesh.

Then war wracked the city

And nothing could ever be

as it was.

The Thirteen saw their city

destroyed and their power

extinguished,

And they were forced to

flee, their Progeny along

with them.

But many were killed in

the flight, for they had

grown weak.

With their authority gone,

all were free create their

own Broods,

And soon there were many new Kindred,

Who ruled across the face of the Earth.

But this could not last.

Over time, there came to be too many of

the Kindred

And then there was war once again,

The Elders were already deep in hiding,

For they had learned caution,

But their Children had founded their

own cities and Broods,

And it is they who were killed in the

great wave of war.

There was war so total, that there are

none of that Generation

To speak of themselves any longer.

Waves of mortal flesh were sent across

continents

In order to crush and burn the cities of

the Kindred.

Mortals thought they were fighting their

own wars.

But it is for us that they spilt their

blood.

Once this war was over,

All of the Kindred hid from one another

And from the humans that surrounded

them.

In hiding we remain today,

For the Jyhad continues still.

And none will say when Caine will arise

again,

from his sleep in the earth,

and call for the city Gehenna,

the Last City, the City of Judgment.

The Jyhad continues still.

Notes to the Chronicle of Caine

1. The "first times" discussed in this stanza have been researched

thoroughly by myself and my fellow Kindred. The original text speaks

of a time "before." The oldest piece of the Book of Nod has been

dated just before the time of Sumer, around 4500 B.C.

2. I assume in this that the first stanza is the original

narrator, perhaps the first translator of Caine`s story.

3. ” Nod” in this case, meaning, the ” Unknown Lands” -

supposedly the lands outside of Eden, which were not named at that

time.

4. Latin translation reads ” With a plowshare.” The translation is

from the original Sumerian, and just implies a sharp thing. This

could be a prehistoric ” spike” tool, used for planting seeds. It is

definitely tooth-like, possibly formed of some mammal`s canines - or

at least it is depicted thus in the Coonan-DeBrie fragment and the

St. Clair Tapestry.

5. That Caine was originally a farmer would fall into line with

his existence in the myth as a Sun King/Dying God figure, much like

the character of Dumuzi/Tammuz in the Inanna/Ishtar myth.

6. Blood in birth in this case. of course, perhaps being a result

of the recent Fall. Note that this is the first instance of the word

"blood" in the narrative. The translational sense of the word is more

along the lines of what we would consider 'blood' rather than the

'vitae' cognate, which implies some extra virtue or potency

7. The "first part" is a phrase repeated throughout the Book of

Nod. It means essentially, "the best." the "cream."

8. "Father." in this specific case, generally thought to be Adam.

9. I am translating this as exactly as possible. Because of the

nature of the myth. one can easily assume that this is the Cod of the

Hebrews and later Christianity. However, because this is not

specifically stated in the text. I do not wish to color the narrative

with possible inter-religious complexities.

10. "Struck from beyond" might have been a lightning bolt. In some

Latinate translations, it is a "bolt from beyond."

11. "Father", again, is probably Adam.

12. In this case. "blood" is written as the cognate to "vitae.

13. This stanza has confused many scholars, including myself. I

have chosen to represent it as my particular translation, which is

that it is Adam who is the "Father" in this stanza, and it is Adam

who casts Caine out. The reasoning behind this is that the One Above

never speaks directly to Caine: it is only through a medium that the

One communicates Its will to Caine, as we will see. Furthermore, the

word "Father" in the previous stanzas has always meant Adam. This

contrasts heavily with the Genesis story, but it is internally

consistent, and since Caine himself is said to have originated this

particular narrative, we can take it on better authority perhaps than

Noah, who penned Genesis. There are other interpretations, of course.

In New York, Beckett once met a member of the Sabbat who claimed this

section referred to our "true" father - Satan. He watched my childe

closely when he said this, and then something which Beckett can only

describe as an imp appeared on his shoulder. We have gone to great

pains to not deal with this vampire again.

14. Here. now, we get the basic idea behind the "Land of Nod." No

longer is it simply "not Eden." but it is now to be considered the

"Exiled Lands." "Nod" in the Hebraic translation of the text is

basically "the wandering lands." This is perhaps because Adam has

established himself outside of Paradise and has created a territorial

boundary between himself and the rest of the world: thus "Nod" is the

same wilderness he was banished to. but now it is Caine who is

leaving. One would think perhaps that Adam would have been a little

more sympathetic to this. his last remaining son. However, it is

possible that Adam's words in this were "divinely inspired" or

perhaps inspired out of rage. Thus. we see the traditional tragic,

tumultuous lives of all vampires as being indicative of their

origins, Beckett says this parallels the relationship all vampires

have with their sires, but I like to think our own continued

alliance proves this hypothesis incorrect.

15. This stanza is quite important to the "Dying God" mythperspective

of Caine. Caine is destined for darkness, a dark land

where he will learn much wisdom. This may refer to our own journey

into death, from which our sires tear us when they feed us their own

rich vitae.

16. These three things, hunger, cold. and fear (or sadness) still

obviously attribute Caine with human feelings and failings. Caine is

not yet a "vampire" in the traditional sense. He is, however, clearly

cursed.

17. It was hard not to use Ishtar for this particular translation,

for this stanza seems to speak of Ishtar: certainly her honey-voice

and words of surcease are Ishtar's. Lilith would have to do, however,

as many of the original works agree that it was Lilith in this

narrative.

18. This stanza, and the others that follow here, I have seen in

another form. This is the highly sought-after "Cycle of Lilith" which

appears in many different forms. In looking for the original text for

these stanzas, I was forced to go into the labyrinthine and saturnine

depths of the world of the Diabolists. I started in Venice, where I

met with some of the Order of the Black Rose. dark monks, some of

whom had to communicate with sign language because their tongues had

been severed and then mummified as magical talismans. I soon found

that they hungered for Kindred blood, and I was able to parley some

of my own vitae for information that led me to Boston. Massachusetts,

in America. There I met with a woman by the name of Selina. who at

first refused to speak to me about the diabolic Cycle of Lilith. but

then allowed me to continue for some bizarre mystical purpose. She

said that the "Dark One Herself" asked to let me pass with the

knowledge. I was followed through the streets of Boston by the Dark

Clan themselves (the Nosferatu) until I got to a special bookstore:

it is this bookstore that had. in their back shelves, a few fragments

of the Cycle of Lilith behind glass. I was allowed to view it for a

few moments before the shop owner returned.

The older man cursed loudly when he saw me. and showed me the door

quite firmly. I stood outside the door and heard the man bcrate his

employee in some detail. They believed to be speaking confidentially

because they were speaking in a dialect of Italian native to Venice,

but I had learned that dialect quite fluently and was able to listen

for quite some time. I discovered that they were part of a dark

circle of devil-worshippers, and followed the older man later that

evening back to the cemetery where they held their rites.

Although I was not able to find the devil-worshippers in the

cemetery. I did have a very strange encounter in the graveyard

nonetheless. A woman appeared from the fog as if by magic. By her

aura I knew her to be Kindred, but could not guess how old or of what

clan she was. She came to me and showed me a book bound in silver and

holding a complete translation of the Cycle of Lilith. She silenced

me immediately, commanding me not to ask anything as long as she

stood there. I had to obey.

I was able to look at the tome and read it while she smiled at me in

the light of a candle. Then she took the book. kissed me once on the

forehead, and was gone into the night before I could ask her another

question. I can't imagine who this mysterious woman was, but I do

think that she is in some way connected with the spirit-form of

Lilith, for her powers of command were great, and she had a presence

about her that was ancient. I can only thank her for the opportunity

to glance at that fabled volume, and I think that this translation

benefits singularly from her intervention.

19. It might be noted that Genesis speaks not at all of Lilith.

the first wife of Adam. She is a creature of the Midrashim. the

Hebrew parables. She is depicted as a demoness, cursed by God Himself

because she would not be subservient to Adam. Lilith has apparently,

at least in this narrative, spent some time in the Land of Nod, and

has built up her own power in this place. She apparently has comfort

where no one else could take it. This doesn't speak well for her

being a demoness, and thus confined to Hell. but then again Hell

wasn't a very populous place around this time in history.

20. Here is a major inconsistency in the narrative, and I have

fought for many years to retain it, for I feel that it points at the

fundamental flaw of the Book of Nod translations to date: where did

the blood tears of Caine come from, if not from the original Curse?

Was he then a vampire at that point? When did he exactly begin crying

blood? When did he become a vampire? This is a nebulous point still.

But I leave the inconsistency because I do not want this point to

remain "glossed over" into history. My childe Beckett uses this point

to bolster his allegorical fancies. Even now, he travels to Harvard

college, there to study some ancient texts discovered in a well in

the Sudan. He keeps hoping to discover some more of what he calls

"antediluvian" mural works, the poor boy.

21.There has been argument on both sides of the following issue:

Was Caine imprisoned in Lilith's house, under her control, or did

Caine stay there as an honored guest? This question is never fully

answered, but might lend an interesting perspective if it could be

proved one way or the other. Perhaps, as some have suggested, the

situation involved a little of both.

22. I have translated these words specifically in this fashion out

of the advice of one Haphacstus a friend of mine who was once a part

of the mystical Tradition known as the Order of Hermes. He maintains

that Lilith was no woman, no demonness. but rather an original mage,

and that she used her own particular magickal qualities to "Awaken"

Caine's magickal potential as well. This is the story of that

awakening. I believe that what he says has merit, and it certainly

fits in the translation of the story. If it is true that Caine was a

wizard as well as Lilith, then the Tremere may indeed be "closest to

Caine: - a theory to which Beckett violently objects.

23. Hephaestus indicates that this stanza may point to Lilith

being perhaps the founder or one of the first supplicants in the

magick Tradition know as Verbena, which uses blood in its rituals.

24. This is often translated as "And then I fell into Hell." I did

not feel that the original text was attempting to say this, and I

felt that Abyss seemed to indicate a less Judeo-Christian sort of

place of torture.

25. Once again, not to cross-mythologize too much. but I could do

nothing else but translate the Angels into Angels and Michael into

Michael, even though the "shining ones" mentioned in the original

text do not specifically seem to be angels. I was unable to come up

with a cognate that would fit. Still, I feel that they do not hamper

the overall "feel" of the narrative, and so they remain. Their

traditional Cabalistic correspondences also remain as they were

originally written.

26. This is perhaps a strong rebuff of the "One Above." Caine

seems to still be angry about his exile.

27. This is the legendary "Curse of Fire." It is perhaps among the

strongest curses of the day. It set up an eternal enmity between the

Kindred and the singular source of life in the world: the fire. Fire

was the mortals' way of keeping out the darkness, the wolves. It

provided a center of community and allowed them to create new

technologies. This put us out of that light forever, and was designed

to make us outcast forever. It is perhaps this particular curse with,

also made hospitality so important among the Kindred.

28. Raphael being the Archangel of the Dawn.

29. An early survival instinct, obviously. Caine instinctively

seeks the earth.

30. Uriel's role as the Angel of Death would place him in the

ultimate position to be the vessel of Cod's judgment on Caine. Only

through Uriel would God Himself choose to punish our Father.

31. Note here that Uriel is offering not to preserve Caine, but

rather to "take him to his reward." i.e.. death.

32. Is this a mockery of the more traditional" I am that I am"

phrase of the Bible?

33. The first use of the freely translated words, "God Almighty."

34. "Eating ashes" is thought to be a metaphor for the tragic

vampire existence. I can find no other reference to "eating ashes."

and can only assume it is an idiom which cannot be translated Other

versions of the Book of Nod have translated "eating ashes" into

"knowing only sadness."

35. This is perhaps a poetic statement, ft certainly emphasizes

that Caine is consuming his own sadness.

36. The fact that there is an important diamond city in India also

called Golconda may or may not have bearing to this particular

stanza. I am beginning to think that the term was originally coined

by Saulot, who was known to travel to the Far and Middle East on

quests of enlightenment.

37. I have heard of additional sections here describing more of

the powers Caine developed. According to my old friend Malk Content,

the original version of this went on for 1.001 stanzas Malk also

claims his left pinkie is made out of chocolate mousse and answers to

the name Harold, so I will stand by the version I have here.

38. Zillah, sometimes translated as "Sylah.' This Tale is

translated from a much more folklore-influenced original text. A

version of this tale is told by some of the oldest of the Russian

Kindred, and I have reason to believe it has roots in Russian

folktalcs.

Remember that, among Kindred, there is no "incest" taboo in lusting

after the blood of your childe. Indeed, this is perhaps indicative of

the Methuselahs attitudes: they often create childer to feed upon.

40. A flagrant transliterative idiom, but one that I felt had

literary importance. Imagine Caine with a full, long beard, tugging

on it! This is perhaps the only descriptive feature of Caine that we

have on record, and its provenance is impure.

41. This Crone remains a mystery to archaeolo-gists trying to

locate the source of this story. I believe that the Crone is a

shaman/ witch/priestess who perhaps knew a bit about Caine from

relations with a demon or some kind of familiar spirit. In sticking

with his allegorical paradigm, Beckett suggests that she may be a

metaphor for the lust we have for blood and the control it has over

us.

42. Another clue: she is affiliated with the Moon. I originally

believed this pointed to her origins as a Lupine shaman, but I

learned from my Gangrel friends that they do not twist their spells

in such fashion.

43. Others have translated Caine's title as "Master of the Blood

Fury" in this instance.

44. In Enoch, marriage between Kindred was common. I have read

fragments of the "Love Hymn to Zillah" which has led me to believe

that it carried with it specific ownership of all house slaves and

property, as well as special privileges such as the ability to

temporarily invoke one's spouses' power.

45. The traditional Lunar year. It is such a mythological cliche,

especially among the "Wise Woman" traditions of the pagan folk. that

I must count it as a purely symbolic period of time.

46. A traditional material. Strong, sturdy. The Ark of Noah was

built of it.

47. This is perhaps the best-known part of the Book of Nod.

Because of the frequent copying by the Tremere and Ventrue Clans of

this fragment, there arc many colloquial versions of it. My first

task was to totally disregard these "popular" versions, and go on to

tackle the truth of the matter. Thus, you see my translations of the

"non-traditional" verses in brackets.

~~~

A Brief Word on

The Chronicle of Shadows

These are a collection of pieces and fragments that I have

unearthed during my many travels. I must admit that I have used a

considerable amount of personal prudence in determining the contents

of this book. This is because there are known complete versions of

the Chronicle of Shadows. In fact, many of the scholars who have

researched this Chronicle claim that it is not a part of the Book of

Nod, but rather a creation if the scholars and writers of Carthage

who took poetic license in writing down „Caine’s Laws.” Still, I

have seen enough seminal text, enough original foundation to convince

me that these fragments have some basis in the actual words of our

Father, his children, and his grandchildren.

Choros, who was an admitted member of the Sabbat, told me that he

believed the Chronicle of Shadows to be a collection of propaganda

created by the Camarilla to support its tyrannical reign. I do not

believe this to be the case, but it is quite uncanny that many of

Caine’s Laws and the Traditions of the Camarilla dovetail.

It is my sincerest hope that these fragments are not some

elaborate Malkavian prank, especially the thirteen commandments,

which were provided on authentically aged tablets. Still, they were

too enticing to leave out. So, Iharkav , if you are reading this and

you’ve tricked me, a point in your favor, and I’ll be sure to exact

revenge when next I see you!

~~~

The Chronicle of Shadows

Of progeny

These are the words that Caine said,

regarding our Progeny

as he ruled in Enoch, as King.

Hear the words of Caine Law-Giver:

"Thou shall not make Progeny against My will

and if you are given leave,

then choose of those Children of Adam well,

think of them as your future Brother or Sister.1

Look to the everlasting night ahead,

and know Auriel's Prophecy:

that forever shall Childe rise up

to slay Sire.

Know thou that. as in all things, the Father

overcomes the Childe, the Mother her Daughter:

Only through Me will you come to Truth,

Only through Me will you come to Peace,

Only through Me will you come Awake to your Power.2

Know thou that the right of life or death,

as it was in My times,

will ever be the Sire's over the Childe's,

for it has been set in Heaven

as well as in this world,

the way of things.

My Father, Adam, over me,

I, over you,

You, my Children, over all Progeny you get.

Thou shalt not suffer your Childe to live

If it is found that he has killed

one of your Brothers

and has drunk his hearts blood.

This is the Serpents Way, and I will not abide it.3

Thou shalt not Embrace those who are unworthy,

Thou shalt not use the Embrace as punishment,

Neither shall you Embrace the youngest, who

should live long before being brought into

My family, so that the wisdom of our line

will grow.

Thou shalt not Embrace those who are diseased,

insane, or full of ill humors,

for they will taint the Blood.4

Never shall there be more Kindred of Caine

than Kindred of Seth in a place,

neither should there be one of Caine

for every three of Seth.5

All Childer should learn from their Sire

The Law and the Traditions

The Rites and the Customs,

as I have given them to you

Thou shalt not Embrace the Moon-Beasts,

for these should be outcast and called

Abomination.

Neither should you taste of their blood,

for they are forbidden,

they bring Death to our door.6

Embrace not the blood of the Enlightened,

rather listen to their words,

watch their actions,

and move swiftly against them should they strike:

a useful sword, but often too sharp.7

Taste not the blood of the Wild Ones,

for in it is Madness, neither should you

Embrace them: for you will not survive it.8

Embrace not Love, for Love in My Embrace

will grow cold, wither, and die.9

The Rules of the Canaille

These are the words that Caine said,

regarding the Children of Seth,

as he ruled in Enoch, as King.

Hear the words of Caine Law-Giver:

"We are given Dominion

over the line of Seth,

third son of Adam,

as he is our youngest Brother,

we will watch over his Children

as if they were our own,

we will show them the right way,

and in return,

they will serve us all of their days.10

They will serve us while the Sun rides the sky,

and watch over our houses, with quenching water,

against Michael`s Fire.11

They will feed us. and provide us with clothes,

They will dance for us, and provide us with song,

They will lay with us, and provide us with comfort.

They will advise us, and we will listen to their advice.

They will worship us, and we must not allow their worship.

Thou shall not become as a God to the Children of Seth.

for the One Above, growing jealous in his sky,

will strike down the line of Caine forever.

Remember gentle-faced Ashtareth,

Remember golden-fat Baal.

Remember strong Tammauz,

Know thou that the Children of Seth will rise up

with weapons from the One Above,

and conquer us, should we be as Gods to them.12

Thou shall guide the Children of Seth as a

shepherd

guides his flock,

and cull them as they are needed.

Thou shall cleanse their blood,

and keep all of them free from disease.13

Of the Feeding

Find you a place that is yours,

And the mortals that dwell there,

let them be your sheepfold,

let them be your cup,

let them be your holy bread14

Of the Gifts of Caine

Mark ye that a Mortal who,

marked with the Power of another Cainite,

does a thing, yea verily

He does it as if that Childe of Caine did it,

and that Kindred will pay the price

of crime or retribution, just as

he had done the thing, for in this way,

there is an Accounting to be made,

and the Children of Seth not be

merely swords in the hands of dark strangers.15

Mark well the threefold drinking, the Bond

of Blood, and let

those of Seth's Children with great skill,

come to serve the Children of Caine,

as it is we are the first part of Wisdom,

and should be served.16

As well, in Blood Bonds,

know that there is no greater Bond

than Caine has with his Childer,

and through Me, all chains are broken,

all shackles are shattered.17

Mark well the Children of the One Above,

the Cherubs, the Seraphs, the Archangels,

for their touch will burn you as does

the Flame of Michael.18

Mark well the Children of the One Below,

the Serpent's Kin,

for their touch will burn you as well,

and their tongues will delude and deceive you.19

In need, you may feed the Beasts of the field,

of your Blood, and husband them: they will grow

strong and loyal, but beware of the Beast

with the Beast within, and feed not a Hunger

that may not abate.

Of Those Who Serve

Those you choose to bless

with the Potence of Caine,

may come to live within your house,

to protect you,

let no one Embrace these guardians,

let them be given blood at the

appropriate time:

let their Strength be your Strength,

Strength that does not abate with the sun,

let their Eyes be your Eyes,

Eyes that can see in the day.

Let their Ears be your Ears,

Ears that can hear while you slumber.

Let those who serve be named greatest of the Children of Seth. and

most privileged.

Let them enjoy the fine cloth of the Kindred.

Let them enjoy the gentle music of the Kindred.

Let them know the sweetness of our wine.

Let us protect them from those who would

hinder and hurt them,

and let us all rise up in outrage should one

of those-who-serve

be shin by another Kindred, for no Kindred

has the right to

kill another's Servant without provocation.20

Of the Moon-Beasts

The Moon-Beasts, the ones-who-change,

they are the Oldest of all,

before my Father

they roamed the lands.

Tarry not in the path of them,

Avoid them, they are set upon

us

like wolves in the sheepfold.

For we are of one kind,

and they another.

Beware their sacred ground,

walk softly through their

wilderness.

Their bite is as our bite,

Their claws are as our claws

Tarry not in the path of them,

they are of one kind,

and we are another.21

Of the Wild Ones

Of the mad ones, the wild

ones,

I say, first, drink not of their

blood!

But watch them,

For they are beautiful in their

wildness,

They are enchanting in their

mystery,

They are deadly in their warskills.

Alone among the creatures of

the night

They kept me company in the

earth

and brought me water when I

was thirsty

and could still breathe.

Like Me, they were cast out,

Like my Children, they are

homeless,

Like my Children's Children, they wander,

Like my Mother and Father,

they know too much,

But they keep their own

counsel, and, of them, I say

Mark me well: keep silent!

Say nothing.

Watch, and learn.22

On the Enlightened

The Mother of Power, dark Lilith,

is of the greatest of them,

but there are others,

and more yet to come.

Drink not of their blood, for they will

ensnare you,

Keep wary of them, they are crafty.

They know Adam's knowledge,

and Eve's wisdom.

they are the bringers of fire,

the tillers of soil,

the husbanders of animals,

the bringers of writing,

they are the Sun-children,

the Rising Stars.

They will seek to involve you in their

journey.

Resist! Resist! their path disregards

hunger, blood, and body.

Trust not the ones with bright eyes

towards the dawn:

Remember always, it is the Dawning that

brings your death.23

Of Those Spirits of the Dead

Mark you well: there is a place

beyond spirit, beyond life

which is Darkness.

Shadow,

and there Shadows dwell.

An island, a fortress, a land

of the Dead,

I have traveled there

through

a pathway of doom

and I have witnessed the

dread king

of the Stygian City as he

sat at court.

I have seen the faceless

hooded ones

traversing River Styx.

They swarm about us like

flies on a

putrefying corpse, and

like us, feed on fear,

ecstasy,

and anger.

Dead they are, but undead,

and they are closer to us

than we will ever know.

The Blood of my Brother

cries out to me as I sleep

as the Sun crosses the sky,

I hear my brother, secondborn

Abel,

screaming.

Mark well the spirits of

those who have died,

Know their strength is not

your own,

Listen to their words: they

carry wisdom.

Listen not to their songs:

that way is oblivion.

Do not seek to bind them,

but free them if you can,

Such is the commandment

of Caine, who himself has been

imprisoned and freed.24

Of the Commandments to the Kindred

Thou shalt not slay thy Sire and drink his heart’s

blood

Thou shalt hold the eldest among you as Lord, even as I am your

Father, the eldest is closest to me.

Thou shalt honor each other’s Domain.

Thou shalt not reveal yourselves as Gods to the Children of Seth.

Honor always your Sire.

Thou shalt teach your progeny the ways of the Kindred.

Thou shalt not Embrace Love

Thou shalt not feed of the Moon-Beasts, the Wild Ones the

diseased, the insane, or the drunken.

Thou shalt protect always those-who-serve.

To your Brothers and Sisters, always give hospitality. To your

Sire's Brothers and Sisters, always give the best part of your house,

to your Progeny's Brothers and Sisters give a

roof from the Sun and the blood of a sheep, no more.

Never forget your Sire's Sire, Caine the Wanderer.

~

The Words of the Clan Chiefs26

Brujah's Commandments27

Throw off the Elder s shackles

of the mind, reach into thyself

and see the truth revealed.

The Truth, as truth is seen,

will illuminate your soul and

heal your wounds.

Know who you are, first,

and be true to your self.

You are my children, all,

but I would sooner shatter you like

flawed pottery than have your weakness

be that you are but a flawed copy

out of my mold.

The Words of Gangrel to his Childer28

Lo my Children, you will walk the earth,

wander far and carry these Words.

Move one step before those

who see by the Moon.

Never abide weakness.

Keep your children loyal.

Walk with your head high.

Let the Beast rule you.

Mark where you hunt, so that

your brothers and sisters will know

and not intrude.

Take all you need, but be mindful

that the hunter can become the hunted

and there are those who find us

no matter how we flee.

Should you become confused

go and eat only of animals

for a moon

sleep in the earth

and drink in sweet water

You will hear my voice in your ears

like a distant bird's cry

or lion's roar, And you will know

what to do.

Let no one say that the House of Cangrel

is a dishonorable one

Let no one say that we are not brave.

Let no one say that we are not fair.

You, a child of the Beast, a child of Darkness,

are first among Kindred.

Malkav’s Words29

In the singing… midnight

By the coral …… of time

Through the …… gates of heaven

...the ... in my mind

Bring about the change so quickly

Bring about the terror’s night

Bring about the blood of lovers

Bring about the smell of fright

I see you watching where I walk

Through the moonlit jasmine field

Listen closely as I talk

About the stars and their lovers past

Past fields of poppies, burning

bright

Into towers of Blackened Bone

Follow me, Bastard of Caine

Come with me, I have no home

As I drain your live’s blood sweetly

As you sigh into my warm hands

As I suck your madness nearly

Streaming down like crimson bands

I dance the dance of the fool

And pray you find me mad

For if you lay hands upon the root

You’ll know me without illusion

And find me guilty of the truth.

Nosferat's Words30

You are the children of Shadow

You are the sons and daughters

of Darkness

Seek the darkest place

Make it your own

Feed on the wicked, feed on the sinful.

Feed on the ugly souls

For such is our diet, such is our

Father`s wish, our pre-ordained

meal.

My childer, look not at your

visage to curse me,

for I know the beauty that lies

within,

and no greater beauty will there

ever be.

The Words of Toreador to his Childer31

In quiet, you will know beauty, in beauty you will know truth,

in truth you will know love, in love, you will know quiet.

My children, my creations my beautiful things

Watch and listen, listen and watch.

Use your sight,

to see the truth in beauty.

Use your speed,

to stay still,

Use your beauty,

to know truth.

My children, my creations, gentle roses all

I have called for your sculpture

I have called for your pictures

I have called for your song

I have called for your dancing

Beautiful children, beautiful creations

Gold is not as precious Honey not as sweet

Milk not as pure

Like the tiger, you bite like the hawk, you dive,

like the cat, you stalk.

Beautiful predators!

Sweet succubi!

Daring incubi!

Taste virgin’s blood and find bliss!

Find your greatest part of Joy,

Follow your greatest part of Joy,

and know that I watch you, enthralled,

my children, my creations,

my beautiful ones.

The Words of Ventrue to his Childer32

We ruled in Enoch! We ruled in [the Second City]

Dumuzi! Gilgamesh! Zeus! Jupiter!

We are every great man, every perfect man.

We rule, not by strength, but by right.

Be the law-giver, the tool-maker,

Carry the sacred [Me] to the people,

Keep the covenant,

Bind those that rebel,

Glory in those who fight and win,

Keep strong swords about you always,

and sharp eyes at your back.

Cower not in fear of the Sun!

Shrink not from Fire!

Though cursed we may be

We are the Lords of the Earth,

and all things fall under our dominion.

Saulot's Words33

Know you are made to be unmade

You are the white lamb

The gentle sacrifice

You are the greatest part of the bounty of Caine

And on your shoulders shall be his greatest Sin,

for alone among the children of Caine I have asked

the One Above for forgiveness,

and I have been visited by the worst of the One

Below's demons

Those snakes, which bit me in my sleeping,

Those foul wyrms who suck my blood,34

I learned from them to take the blackness from the blood

The wounds from the flesh

the evil from the soul.

And though I may die, you, my childer will live on.

Open thy Eye, and see the world truly,

and know that what you do now

goes on to heal another generation.

~

A Valediction, Forbidding Diablerie35

And the enemies of dine were great,

and fell to fighting over his trail

like hounds, the scent would not abate

through flood and moon. and much travail

The hunter's skill was great,

as they looked for their Father, and they did see

... ancient Discipline used they to find

the road to Shal-ka-mense

They came at last to that secret place

where Caine hid, amongst the waters

Showing himself, Caine called them under,

"Gentle sons, gentle daughters,

Why do you disturb my slumber?"

And they tried to embrace their Father

with steely things

and things of wood,

but lightning Caine, fast-moving Caine,

would not be stopped by such as them.

Under the curling, blasting waters,

beyond the pool of Veyd-sah-me,

in the grotto of Shal-ka-mense

did they gather, did they gather,

to embrace their sleeping Father's form.

Found him sleeping? Found him wakeful,

battle-ready, eyes abright,

smiling at his ancient Childer

waging war in the waxing light.

Now the stars they one by one

blot their ways into lightning sky

Now the fires burn hell and cinder

Now the heat reveals the pyre.

Too long! the hunters waited further,

Too long! They did by Veyd-sah-me,

tarry long enough to see the

light of Dawn upon their Father's Face.

And in the turning, burning Mark,

they saw the Finger of Gods own hate,

twisting, curling, God's own Word it

Set apart Caine's lonely fate

And as they burned in hell-bright fires,

as they saw the melted flesh

as they burned with their own Kindred

Caine blessed more funeral pyres

Taking in his bloody Sacrament.

Seek not the blood of thine own Elder

Seek not the blood of thy Sires Sire

Seek not the blood that made thee Kin

For thou will feel the funeral pyre

When thou dost pay for thy immortal sin.

~

Caine's Law and Punishment36

It is very hard. my children,

to prescribe for you the punishment

of burning,

of exsanguination,

of beheading,

of torture,

of paralysis,

of the sundeath.

You are my Childer: alone among the

rest of existence,

you are my only companions,

forever will we be locked

in the way that fathers are bonded to

their sons

and sons to their fathers.

And yet. I will root out the bad

seed.

I will weed out the worst of you.

I will prune my dark tree,

in the manner

that my Father, Adam, taught me.37

~

Proverbs38

"Go not to the Clan of the Rose for advice, for they will give no

single answer.39

"Watch Gangrel, and when they are uneasy leave."40

„The first to die in any Jyhad are Nosferatu."41

"Bless those who fight our natural enemies. Keep safe the waterbearer,

the builder, the undertaker. These are not to be prey."42

„Let not the priest, poet, or peasant see you feed. Not one of

them will leave it be."43

"Let Honor be your shield, your sword, and your cloak: let Ventrue

save face, and you will go far."44

„To rid yourself of an enemy, outlive him."45

"Vengeance is best when the blood is still hot."46

"Know that in all times there will be Caesar: pay him his due."47

"Fight the first battle, win the first war."48

"Watch your own Childer on the lips of all is the honey-taste of

Diablerie."49

"One sip of Blood, I take. Two sips. I accept. Three sips. I

refuse."50

"Bargain not with the Darkness: in time it will take tis all."

"Ride the Beast, do not let it ride you."

"Make not friends among the Poets, they till sing too much of

you."

"Be not known. Seek shadows."51

"When the Cross has a point, find your safety."52

"Take gently from women. Take directly from men. Take sweetly from

children. Take haltingly from animals. From Kindred, share. From the

Moon-Beasts, feast."

"Be as a King: your sacred duty is to protect

the weak and fight the mighty."

Notes to the Chronicle of Shadows

1. This, of course, is the foundation of theThird Tradition of the

Camarilla. It is said that the, elder who helped pen the original

Traditions (the first time the large body of laws, rules, customs,

and guidelines that supposedly governed Kindred was actually codified

into a recognizable set of rules) discovered a version of the

Chronicle of Shadows that appeared originally as blank pages of

parchment but were revealed by smearing vitae over the leaves. The

founders of the Camarilla used this "Blood Chronicle" as the

foundation of their Traditions.

2. Our Sabbat brethren, those who revere Caine, say that this is

perhaps the only part of the Chronicle of Shadows which actually

retains its original meaning. They use it as justification for their

diablerie.

3. The Six Tradition.Again we see the influence of the Book of Nod

on the Traditions.

4. A curious counterpoint, this particular stanza is totally

contrary to the Becoming practices of the Malkavian and Nosferatu

clans. Of course, these two clans were cursed by Caine originally,

and thus it is not contradictory that he include them in his

proscriptions.

5. This stanza has been used a few times throughout the ages as a

justification for a Purge of kindred when the population ratio gets

to be a bit much. Of course. 1:3 is a generous ratio, but it is

frequently left out of a Prince's polemic.

6. The vampiric werewolf is truly a foul thing indeed. I had a

conversation with one (at a distance - he was sedated at the time)

and, in addition to his pathetic condition he seemed to be afflicted

with a very highly advanced paranoia. He was certain that one of his

kind - I can only assume another Abomination - was hunting him, and

that the longer my Gangrel friend and I detained him, the shorter his

lifespan became.

Whatewer the state of an Abomination, it is true that Lupine blood is

both addictive and highly potent, containing obvious dangers to both

unlife and limb. I personally take Caine's proscription in this

matter quite seriously.

7.Caine speaks of Mages here. They are inscrutable, but it is

known that through their secret rituals they can draw power forth

from our very blood. It is also known that they are, all their power

aside, merely kine.

8. It is said that some faeries have special connections to the

Kindred. In a tiny Irish village named Withy-by-the-Wash. I spent a

lovely evening with a gentleman Malkavian who had found a very quiet

niche among the villagers there. He offered me a taste from a jug of

"Sidhe blood" as he called it. Whatever the concoction that I imbibed

that evening (I was told later that it was cow's blood mixed with

special mush rooms found in the nearby forest... but I still wonder)

it filled me with the strangest visions and was nearly the death of

me! I woke up the next evening, having melded with the earth (by

instinct, I imagine) on a hill outside the village. I was naked, with

strange blue clay smeared all over my body. A most unusual

occurrence.

9. This is a powerful statement, however short. We see time and

time again the tragedy that occurs because Kindred ignore this simple

commandment.

10. Caine's pronouncement in this area gives far reaching powers

to any Kindred who claim it. It is the source of a large part of the

revealed authority that Kindred claim over the Canaille.

11. An early counterpart to firefighters. those modern-day knights

who guard our havens from Michael's hungry flames?

12. This is a strong proscription, and one that is almost not

necessary in these modern times. Still. I hear tales of Kindred

throughout the world, from time to time, becoming as a Cod to mortals

and ruling them as one. It is curious how these petty Gods do not

usually last. and that none still remain in our memory.

13. I have had a quiet conversation with one of the children of

Saulot, the blood-line known as the Salubri. They believe that it is

their duty. as per this commandment, to provide healing for mortals

and even help them to cleanse their blood of disease.

14. Another foundation of a Tradition. This stanza speaks very

clearly of the Tradition of Hospitality, the Fifth Tradition.

15. This stanza has far-reaching consequences for many Kindred,

and yet it is quite a newly discovered fragment. I found this

particular piece of the Chronicle of Shadows only after much travail,

danger and the destruction of three of my companions. We ascended to

the highest heights of the Himalayas, where we found this fragment

written on a stone tablet in cuneiform under the protection of a Sufi

mystic who knew us immediately. Strange creatures in those mountains

abducted my companions, and I only survived by sinking into the

frozen earth and awaiting Spring.

I believe that. If this fragment were widely published, it would

change many of the customs involving Kindred interaction and the use

of ghouls against each other, but I leave interpretation in the hands

of the Archons and Justicars.

16. This has ever been the practice of the Kindred, not

particularly because of the Chronicle of Secrets, but because it is

common sense.

17. Indeed. As we have seen in the Chronicle of Caine. it was he

who broke the first Blood Bond.

18. This stanza is mystifying to me. Does it speak of angelic

spirits, men of Faith, or some other being which has yet to be

revealed?

19. Whether or not the previous stanza deals with Angels, this

stanza most certainly deals with the Infernal agents called demons. I

have seen this inscription on amulets and seals that were set to

protect against the Infernal.

20. These stanzas govern ghouls. As a side note. it is said that a

ghoul of Caine, the first Ghoul, is still alive and dwells underneath

a secret temple somewhere in Egypt. Legends say he guards a

significant quantity of Caine's blood, which helps to retain his

ghoul status. If this is true. then he alone among the kine would be

the only one knowledgeable of the Antediluvians.

21. All good advice from our Father. This bespeaks his cunning

knowledge of the Changers, who were active even in his day. Stories

that Caine went among them as a wolf. told to me by my Gangrel

companions, might well he true based on this stanza alone.

22. Faerie Lore dictates that the Arcadians arc "too good for

Hell, not good enough for Heaven." This may be Caine's way of

expressing this middle state. Kindred who discover the Fey may do

well to listen to their Fathers words in this matter. Of all the

fragments of the Chronicle of Secrets, it was this fragment that I

found to be the most elusive, perhaps because it carries a good

measure of the truth about the Sidhe.

23. Caine and his childer were present at the dawning of human

civilization, so they saw these mages come among the people, bringing

words, agriculture, architecture and more. Is it any wonder that

marvels such as the pyramids and the hanging gardens of Babylon were

possible then? Mages were originally given free reign to follow their

magick. I do not know why they have since been limited: one wonders

what magick they could work in the modern age. Perhaps they, like us,

must hide from the eyes of humanity.

24. I purchased this as a scroll, complete and fresh, having been

perfectly preserved for millennia. The scroll was in the possession

of Giovanni businessman who had heard of my lust for the fragments of

the Book of Nod. He took in payment amount of diamonds from South

Africa and

my spare copy of the Codex of Caine. Normally, I do not have

dealings with Giovanni family, but this was literally an offer that I

did not feel able to refuse.

25. These Commandments are a puzzle to me. Whether they are direct

from an original part of the Chronicle of Shadows or they are merely

a summarization penned by a later author. I do not know. I find them

useful, and they are an interesting counterpart to the other, more

famous "Commandments." Note the foundations of the Traditions of the

Camarilla that are throughout these Commandments.

26. I have long wrestled with the question "Are these truly the

words of the founders of the Clans?" I have come to the decision

that, whatever they actually are. they are pertinent and important to

each of the Clans. Whether or not I understand them is irrelevant: I

have shown each of these fragments to elders in each of these Clans

and they feel that they are appropriate. Thus, I include them here.

27. Ironic, is it not, that Brush's children all share his

frenzying nature, this flaw from his mold? In this translation, it is

quite simple to see Brujah's latent violence in his word choice

("throw off shackles," "shatter," "heal wounds"). I reproduce it here

as the provenance for the translation is unmistakable: I received

this fragment as the fulfillment of a major boon from a certain

famous Brujah traditionalist. Critias, whose Codex of Caine was the

inspiration for this work.

28. Some have called Cangrel the "Lupine blood suckers." They are

most certainly not. Although they are perhaps related in some strange

way to the Lupines, they are quite clearly their own clan. Silent and

far-roaming, they became my greatest allies in the search that took

me all around the globe. I think that perhaps the fact that I had

many stories to tell, especially stories of the ancient Cainites,

made them interested in helping me. Many Cangrel made me promise to

mention their names in my stories, and so I do so here: Windam,

Cornell, Piotr, Chauson. Illyana, Far Runner (who fell from a great

height in the Andes and was lost). Herve, Marshall, Colina and Miss

Colina.

29. I have no way of knowing whether this is authentic, or even

translated correctly. My only provenance is this: in all my travels,

when I asked a Malkavian Elder to quote a section of the Book of Nod,

they all quoted this stanza almost verbatim. This is too much of a

coincidence for me to overlook, and if it is a prank, then so be it.

30. When I showed this to Carlos, a Nosferatu Elder in Spain, he

told me that it alluded to a "great Doom. a great fate" to which all

Nosferatu are chained. He would speak no further of this Doom. and

begged me to take the fragment from his eyes.

31. I procured this fragment from an exquisite childe of Rafael

himself, the architect of the Masquerade. I am ashamed to reveal what

I gave to her in exchange. Suffice it to say it was from the Orient,

and was quite erotic in nature. It is interesting that Toreador uses

animal imagery to describe his children. Still, this is to be

expected from a nearly primitive culture. The words "succubi" and

"incubi" are direct translations, and back up my theory that all such

legends of demons visiting maidens and young men in their beds at

night must have been Kindred taking their blood. The erotic

illumination around this fragment certainly depicted this practice in

great detail.

32. I was provided this fragment by a Ventrue elder, one of the

princes of the city of Berlin. When he heard of my quest for

knowledge, he wanted to make sure that the golden words of a their

Founder would never be lost. So, for a modest fee (one that I paid

gratefully). I was allowed to translate and copy the fragment to my

heart's content. While I was scribing. I noted several other scrolls

penned presumably by Ventrue and several of his more powerful

children. I was able to read these scrolls surreptitiously, but I was

not allowed to copy them. They were dictates to leaders that read

like an ancient version of Machiavelli's "The Prince." I yearn to

place those words in this book. but I fear the wrath of Clan Ventrue

would be a bit much for me to handle.

33. Saulot was well-loved among the Antediluvians, but his habit

of mystically augmenting his senses and spouting forth prophecy was

quite disturbing. I was able to transcribe this fragment from the

words of a Salubri ceremony that I attended.

34. I could not tell for sure. but I believe this to be plural.

Still, my childe Beckett would have me believe that it is a singular

form. "Wyrm". and may point towards the Lupine superstition that all

Kindred are directed by a malefic force.

35. This poem may be just a legend, a fine story told around a

Gangrel's fire, or for the amusement of a Toreador's enclave. Or it

may have something more. Where is Shal-ka-mense? I have no idea. I

believe it to be a Middle Eastern place perhaps near the

Mediterranean near the city of Jerusalem. Several Kindred legends

talk of Caine's hiding place, and a few have even mentioned

"Shalkamain," which could be a corruption of Shal-ka-mense. This

poem/song is a favorite among the Elders, particularly Ventrue and.

lately, Tremere. who find its message calming. Certainly many Ancilla

have chanted it at their questing Diabolists.

36. There is ample speculation that this fragment wasn't written

by Caine. Instead, it is thought that Irad. known as the Strength of

Caine and the first General of his armies, wrote it. He was also a

Judge in the court of the First City, although Caine was ever the

First Judge and highest

authority.

37. The Prince of London is fond of quoting this stanza before

declaring a Blood Hunt. Many Justicars teach it to their Archons when

teaching them their duties.

38. These proverbs were collected from all over the world. I have

no other place to put them, so I will place them here. They contain

bits of Antediluvian wisdom. I believe, and that alone was the

deciding factor on whether or not they should be included.

39. This refers to the fickle nature of the Toreador, something

which is legendary.

40. This is quite apropos. For my part. the Gangrel are the most

observant of all the Kindred, perhaps even more so than the

Nosferatu. I followed this dictum quite rigorously, and its inherent

common sense never failed me. Cangrel are often willing to help you

escape if it seems that you are listening to their common sense.

41. My sire used to say. "The Nosferatu know where the ashes lie."

They know who is who, and what is what. and they are the first to die

because they can provide adequate (and well listened to) warning to

any Prince.

42. To this day. I will not feed on these people. Water-bearer, to

my mind. means "fire-fighter." Of course many Kindred ignore this

restriction and feed on whomever they please. Note, however, how many

elders still follow these

practices in theory, if not in reality.

43. This translates to the modern day quite easily. While "Priest"

is self-explanatory, the "Poet" is perhaps not quite the same today

as it was ID nights of yore. I would say that the newspapermen of our

age are the most feared, with the broadcasters being the second most

dangerous. Finally, the common man will often go to great lengths to

uncover a secret that he barely grasps. The common man is often

immune to the Masquerade because of his lack of high-mindedness and

dour demeanor.

44. ” Let Ventrue save face." These words guided my feet through

the world. Wherever I went, whenever I went to any Domain, I

presented myself first to the prince and then the Untrue elder of

that city. I wanted the Ventrue to understand that I did not wish to

disturb their careful structure, and that I was no threat to them.

This usually made for very easy operations, although there are a few

notable exceptions here and there.

45. The personal motto of many Kindred, and a good argument for

non-aggression against the Lupines.

46. A direct contradiction to the Russian proverb. Still, I always

preferred warm blood to cold.

47. It is a good idea to pay your taxes wherever you are. Tax

evasion has become the single greatest threat to the Masquerade in

the United States, and this may be spreading.

48. When everyone's quoting proverbs, this is the one that older

Brujah seem to like to chant.

49. Certainly the children of Tremere know much of the truth in

this Proverb.

50. A commonly quoted proverb in Eastern Europe.

51. Another rousing support of the Masquerade.

52. Inquisitors were often fond of sharpening their wooden crosses

to use as stakes. It was.

~~~

A Brief Word on

The Chronicle of Secrets

This is perhaps the shortest of the three Chronicles, but it

contains prophecy and visions, and our kind are not generally given

to superstitious mutterings, only Saulot had the gift of prophecy. It

is possible that Zillah, Caine’s wife, also had this gift.

I have often commented that the things which affected the

Antediluvians thoughts also continue to affect our thoughts today.

Surely these prophecies of Gehenna, thin blood, Lupines, and the like

have begun to cause „self-fulfillment” of these prophecies. Because

their worries are passed down from Generation to Generation, a ripple

of paranoia and fear continues to reverberate through the Cainites,

and through the,, the Canaille.

~~~

The Chronicle of Secrets

The Signs of Gehenna1

Quiet! Hear the raven’s cry!

The stillness of the wind

rising hot on the street

the towers hide

the darkness of the day

When Lasombra’s dreams-come true

on the day when the moon runs as blood2

and the sun rises black in the sky,

that is the day of the Damned,

when Caine’s children will rise again.

And the world will turn cold

and unclean things will boil up from the ground

and great storms will roll, lighting will light

fires, animals will fester and their bodies,

twisted, will fall.

So, too, our Grandsires will rise

from the ground

They will break their fast on the

first part of us

They will consume us whole

On the second day, Caine will return

And call his Children to the meeting place

on the site of the First City he will beckon

them, sitting on his basalt throne.

And Caine will call aloud the names of those to be destroyed. for

their crimes are too great

and all those who have consumed the heart's blood of their sire

will be brought before the Black Throne

and made to drink of Caine's blood

And Caine's blood will eat their blood

And the Dark Mother3 herself will be brought forth

and there, in the valley of Enoch, will there be a battle

a duel of Dark Father and Dark Mother

The Demon Queen will bite deep

The Damned King will bite deeper

We will not know the thing which will happen,

but the sky will tear apart, and the earth below

And the forces of Hell will pour up out of the ground

On the Third Day, there will be silence

the crows will feed on the carrion

plague will dance amongst the ruins

the last of the Wild Ones will leave this place

the last of the Moon-Beasts will fight

and fall

And the Antediluvians will make for themselves

an Empire of Blood

They will rule with iron talons

They will wrench the hearts of all still alive

And the full sum of the earth's living will come

and live in the Last City, called Gehenna.

And there will be a reign of one thousand years,

and there will be no love, or life, or pity,

the mighty will be as slaves

the virtuous will be made foul

every good gift, and every perfect gift will be tainted

by the Father of Darkness, whose power will come from

the nether realms.4

When the snows consume the earth

and the sun gutters like a candle in the wind

then, and only then will thefe be born a woman,

the last Daughter of Eve,

and in her there will be decided the fate of all.

And you will not know this woman, except by the

mark of the Moon on her,

and she will face treachery, hatred, and pain

but in her is the last hope.5

And you will know these last times

by the Time of Thin Blood,

which will mark vampires that

cannot Beget,

you will know them by the Clanless,

who will come to rule6

you will know them by the Wild Ones,

who will hunt us even in the strongest city7

you will know them by the awakening

of some of the eldest,

the Crone will awaken and consume all8

you will know these times, for a black

hand will rise up and choke all those

who oppose it9

and those who eat heart’s blood will

flourish

and the Kindred will crowd each to

his own, and vitae will be as rare as

diamonds10

Mark these signs, they are

coming! Gehenna

will be on earth.

Mark the

shadow which

flies

mark the dragon

which rises11

mark the darkness

which moves

mark the shadow of the

moon

mark the angel that dies

mark the maiden who weeps

mark the children

Embraced

mark the Clanless who

run.

And there will be a

time

when Sire will

drive out Childer

when Sire will

abandon Childer

to the sun’s mercy

and there will be no

mercy for the Clanless

there will be no mercy

for the Clanless,

mongrel though they be

upon their forgotten Sires

shall be the curse

of Auriel

upon their hateful Sires

shall be the curse

that comes of crossing

Caine

upon their lazy Sires

shall be the curse

of the hunters

hunted

Those among the Clanless will have no

path to follow

no family to name

no generation to hold

no traditions to keep

no customs to give

no hospitality to give

Why do you make these orphans?

Why do you leave them in the street?

They are the dark seed of our undoing

they will band together with those who hate us

they will follow Brujahs Childer

they will make the blood run red

they are going to kill the dead

they are going to cat our kin

they will scream and bash our doors

they will cry aloud for justice

Clanless, all, they will wash over our walls

Clanless, all, they will know secret ways

Clanless, all, they are Lilith's foul get

Clanless, all, they are newly Awake

Clanless, all! No family, no sign, no loyalty, no elder.12

Beware those who walk without a clan,

for they will be our undoing.

Pity them! Adopt the orphans where you can.

But watch them. In them is the bad seed

of their Sire.

Of Love13

And they asked Caine the old Father,

"Why do you command us to not Embrace

those we love?”

And Caine said to them, "Love is the sweet rain

which falls down from the One Above.

Love is the gift of life.

Remember ye not Auriel's Curse?

That we are to eat only ashes, drink only blood?

Blood is not sweet rain. Our drink takes Life."

And then Caine's eyes got the look of Visions,

and he quieted, then he spoke:

"But if ever one of us

is gifted

with the love of a mortal

without Command

or Awe,

without compulsion

a Love given freely,

then that Love will be as

the gentle rain

to even the lowliest of us.

And though we shall not Embrace it,

it will feed us as if we supped at our Father`s table

it will satisfy our deepest thirst.

But barken ye, my children!

The Children of Seth will always hate us again and again,

for we are their predators

we are their Masters

and they know this. deep in their soul.

Look not for Love among them! They will not give it.

Be not a fool."

Of the Moon-Beasts

What of the

Moon-Beasts who

hunt us, Father?”

„There will come a time, in

the last days,

when the Moon-Beasts will grow uneasy

and they will be dying out

like a sick wolf who must leave the pack

they will

fight rather than die sick

and so they will find us

and they will kill us.

Mark ye well, the Clan of the Beast!

For they will hold the key

they will make the way of protection

they will make the way of trickery

they will make the way of peace” 14

The Time of Thin Blood

There will come a time, when the

Curse of the One Above

will not be tolerated further

when the Lineage of Caine will end

When the Blood of Caine will be weak

and there will be no Embracing for

these Childer

for their blood will run like water,

and the Potence in it will wither

Then, you know in this time that

Gehenna will soon be upon you.15

The Awakening of the Dark Father

There will come a time,

when the heads of three Princes

will watch the burning of the dawn

on a pillar of white.16

There will come a time

when an ancient hunger will awaken

deep in the northern woods

and consume all her childer

There will come a time

when an Elder Darkness will stir

deep below a city which has forgotten

and will surprise the Elder, its children.

Of these signs, you will know,

the Dark Father, bastard of Caine,

will awaken, and drink deep of blood

sacrificed to it

Of these signs, you will know

that the time has come to lay claim

to your Clan`s safety,

to fight the Dark Father.

On these signs, you must know,

that Gehenna waits, even at the door,

as an actor waits in the wings

It is coming! It is near!

Shine black the sun!

Shine blood the moon!

Gehenna is coming soon

~~~

Notes on the "Chronicle of Secrets"

1. This prophecy was supposedly written down, word for word, by

the scribe of the court of Enoch. It is a prophecy that was spoken

aloud by Saulot, after a period of fasting and cleansing. It is said

that Saulot vanished soon after pronounc ing this vision, and this is

probably the reason why the original clan of Saulot was not as

prevalent. I was able to come by this through the intervention of a

Salubri who showed me to a secret grave beneath the Westminster

Abbey. Inside, written in Sumerian. like many of the Antediluvian

writings, was the prophecy, scribed on papyrus that was almost

magically preserved. While translating this piece. I frequently had

dreams of Gehenna, and I am glad to be rid of this writing.

2. It is well known that Lasombra wishes the death of the Sun. the

blackening of the day-time sky.

3. I left it translated as Dark Mother, but there can be only one

name for the Dark Queen of the Dead - Lilith.

4. This seems a blasphemous patchwork transliteration of many

important Biblical verses. but this is how the passage translates,

and I let it stand.

5. Who is this mortal woman? No one can tell. Many Tremere. it is

said. search the world for mortal women with crescent moon

birthmarks.

6. A Caitiff prince - who would think of it? Yet this is one of

the signs of Gehenna.

7. This is a common theme about the time of Gehenna. The Lupines

stay in their countryside. but I have seen a few here and there

living in the darkest parts of the city. Do we dare share a city with

the Changing Breed, who fight us at every turn?

8. Could this be the Crone from the Chronicle of Caine? Perhaps

she did not die in the sun as Caine thought. Or perhaps this bespeaks

another Crone: there are certainly many Methuselah vampiresses who

fit the description.

9. Several Toreador I have shown this manuscript to complain that

this is a direct allusion to the Sabbat, the Black Hand, and that

surely Gehenna is upon us.

10. Certainly this is already happening!

11. Count Vlad Tepes, Dracula, has been called ” the Dragon”

before. Could this bespeak him?

12. The strangeness of the Caitiff continues to disturb me. Where

they come from, none know, although I have traced a few of them back

to Malkavian and Brujah sires who have simply abandoned them. Still,

some seem to be made by shadowy figures who may or may not be of a

clan themselves. These verses explain the Antediuvian’s obvious

prejudice against the clanless, and this prejudice has been carried

down through the ages to the Kindred as a whole.

13. I place this here because it is pure speculation and is

attributed to Caine’s prophetic powers. Certainly Love is a powerful

force, one that I am not familiar with, but I have heard tales of the

newly Embraced being rescued by those they loved, and subsequently

Rebithed into mortal form.

14. This, in my opinion, is the Antediluvian foundation of Kindred

thought regarding Lupines .It is a reason why ail Kindred array

themselves against the Lupines. and why the Gangrel are given leave

to have truck with them. Remember that the thoughts of the

Antediluvians become the customs of the Methuselahs, which become the

laws of the elders.

15. This was written on a stone cross in Norway. in old Norse

runes, and was barely translatable when I saw it decades ago. I

include it for completeness: I'm not sure whether it was intended as

part of the Book of Nod or if it was a separate creation. It seems

quite old.

16. I have placed these prophecies together in a grouping I call

"The Awakening of the Dark Father." This is because I discovered them

all in a sealed crypt inside the Smithsonian

Institution s Art History wing. I don't believe that the curators

would have been pleased to learn that a Ventrue friend of mine had

Dominated their well-paid guards into allowing me to explore down

there. The translation of the tablets I found there took seven

nights, and I believe them to be the most cryptic and most prophetic

of all the collection of Secrets that I have. I have no way of

knowing whether or not these prophecies are connected. My childe.

Beckett, believes that it is perhaps a collection of different

visions linked together with a loose literary bridging.

I can see where many of these visions may be the root of several

Antediluvian plots (certainly the Dark Father must be some

Antediluvian that Caine isn't particularly pleased with - perhaps

even Brujah's founder.)

~~~

Appendix:

The Known History of the First City

What we know of the First City comes from a tiny selection of

tablet fragments, vase shards, and carved monuments uncovered after

two thousand years of burial. The First City was unique in its

vampiric nature. There, the two generations of Caine’s Children, the

second and the third generation, created for themselves a society

which adapted to their particular vampiric customs, needs, and

powers.

From what has been unearthed, we know that the Kindred of the

First City were the upper rung of the hierarchy, with Caine, of

curse, being at the top. Although the three Children of Caine (Enoch,

Zillar and Irad) were supposedly the next „rung” down, several of the

Third Generation, Caine’s Grandchilder, enjoyed special status

(notably Saulot, who was always at Caine’s side, especially in the

later days) equal to the Second Generation.

Below all Kindred were the Children of Seth, that is to say the

humans, except for one. That one was the Master of Servants, the

original one-who-serves, called Jabal in some myths. Jabal was equal

to one of Caine’s Grandchilder because he was so close to Caine.

There was very little of Jabal’s own blood in his body, it was all

mostly the Blood of Caine.

Those-who serve, the latter-day ghouls, were the next lowest rung,

followed by all mortal servants who attended the Kindred. The rest -

those who farmed, labored, etc. - were the least.

Do not, however, misjudge the Kindred of this time. They were

doing what their father, Caine, told them to do. Caine truly felt as

an uncle to these orphaned children of Seth’s, and he saw it as his

duty to protect them and guide them. He took his duty seriously. A

few of the legends show Caine the Lawgiver as a tiger, and a wolf,

and a hawk, attacking the enemies of the people. They show him also

sitting in judgment on an Ivory Throne in the midst of a great Court

- apparently the powers of Auspex at that time were considerable

enough to allow Caine (or the residing Kindred) to look into done

right or wrong.

Caine was also able to see when one of his children’s Powers had

worked on a human. He was also able to cancel the effects of any

Discipline used in his vicinity. It was this total mastery of all

Disciplines that kept Caine in power, truly, for although he was a

decent king and an honest law-giver, his Disciplines ensured that the

rest of powerful Kindred stayed in line.

Caine had the ability to create new Disciplines on the spot if he

wished. It is thought that his power to do this was the forerunner of

the Thaumaturgy Discipline and the various Thaumaturgical Paths.

Slaves

It is thought that the slaves in Enoch were captured natives of

the nation of Scth, the tribe of herders that evcntually spawned Noah

and his kind. This would add meaning to the biblical idea that the

cearth was becoming corrupted by evil around the time of Noah, for

certainly Caine was indulgig himself and his children in the height

of this period.

Most slaves labored in the fields to producefood for the human

servants of Caine and his children. They were mostly captured outlaws

and barbarians and were probably Dominatad into submis sion. It is

only through the name for the slaves that we know that they are

slaves: all pictqgrams depicting slaves in Enoch show them as being

collarless and free.

Feeding

I was shocked to learn that the custom of the Blood Feast that the

Sabbat are said to partake in was duplicated in ancient times by

Caine and his court. At a feast. Caine would have several condemned

criminals tied by their ankles to beams above the table. The Kindred

present would feed at leisure off these prisoners until they died of

the treatment. Drawings depict Caine and several of his childer

drinking from a pool of blood that is fed by three inverted mortals

bleeding into it.

We know, as well, that much was known during that time about the

taste of blood and how to improve it. Several of the "cooks" of Enoch

s time learned the various savory herbs and foods and drinks that

would, when ingested by the feeding-slave. cause the right balance of

sweet and salt, fullness and thinness for the blood of the feeding

slaves.

Slaves unable to work in the field were invariably made feeding

slaves. These slaves were probably very lovely to look at (one glyph

shows a feeding-slave dressed in a veil and jewels) and highly

conditioned to respond to the Kiss.

Calendar

Enoch observed the planting seasons, like all agricultural

communities. There is evidence that there was a great celebration io

the High House of Caine eveiy new moon. and a great thanksgiving

night on the day after an eclipse. This may have been when the

werewolves were most likely to attack, if indeed it is werewolves

that were around during this time, and not demons as some have

suggested.

Caine provided a very advanced calendar for the time. On

Midsummers Eve one year. Caine painted a red line of his own blood on

the circular wall of his High House. The line magically moved day by

day, slowly circling the house until it came back around to the

Solstice again. It was through this auspice that Caine provided the

citizens of the First City a calendar.

Breeding

Much was learned about the breeding of humans with other humans

and either Kindred or kine developed birth control. Humans were bred

for specific purposes, such as being strong for feeding, or being a

good warrior, or being a good laborer. If you were frequently

successful in your tasks, you might get selected to further your

line. This would be done in a house called the Temple of Lilith,

which was neither a Temple and

was probably not even dedicated to Lilith. Two humans would have

ritual sex here and then never see each other again, especially if

they served two separate masters.

Kindred with Auspex were apparently able to tell immediately that

a woman had gotten with child from a union.

Religion

Unlike most cultures of ancient times, there was no religion in

Enoch. Caine forbade the worship of the One Above. having turned his

face from Him, and allowed his subjects no trips to the temple to

become scrubbed from sin. Indeed, Caine would often hold forth in

open court about how they were all doomed to rot in hell, about how

their plight would fall on deaf ears when the time for Armageddon

comes and about how truly evil the Kindred are as a race.

~~~

Afterword

Good old Aristotle. You can always trust him to spin a

good yarn, even if he should have known better than to

believe this crap. He also should have known not to give it

to Beckett. Thanks, Beckett, we'll make sure the right

people see this. Yeah, right, only 200 copies. Sorry,

Aristotle, its time everyone got a peek at what's been

going on.

Also, thanks for the art. Aristotle put together one

hell of a collection, didn't he? Beckett said his sire went

to the ends of the earth to gather every known piece of art

relating to the Book of Nod. Can you believe he only wanted

"a select few" to see it?

We (that means us - the undead, the Damned, the Kindred,

the blood-sucking Leeches from hell) do more damage to this

world in one night than an army of Colombian drug dealers

could do in their entire lives Murder, corruption and

destruction follow us wherever we go.

Just to give you fine readers an idea of the sort of

games we play with your lives, consider a nasty little

incident that happened in Boston about 20 years ago. On

Sept. 12, 1974 while the prince of the city took a

convenient European vacation, a minor elder saw his chance

to take out a neonate who had been a thorn in his side.

He ordered his ghouls to take advantage of the racial

unrest in the city to attack some of the neonate s mortal

allies, who were mostly black. The ghouls followed their

orders - and carried them out in the public eye. The

neonate s allies had gone to help make sure recent school

desegregation plans went off without a hitch. The ghouls

attacked them, hoping everyone would blame Boston s racial

tension for the attack.

Well, mortals did more than blame the tension; they

jumped right in. As soon as the ghouls began their attack,

whites who had been protesting school bussing joined them.

Maybe the protests would have ended in violence without the

ghouls; maybe they wouldn't have. In any case, the elder's

orders touched off a firestorm he should have predicted but

didn't. Racial violence ran rampant through Boston for more

than a month before things began to calm down again.

This is just one example. We've been playing these games

for centuries - millennia, if this book has any truth to

it. Of course, you mortals aren't the only victims. We do

even worse things to each other.

The Elders

The soldiers of tyranny (that has a nice ring to it) are

what we call the elders. These are the old dudes who've

gotten their part of the pie and are now dead set against

anyone else getting anything.

For instance, a bunch of older Kindred in Chicago became

royally peeved at a bunch of Licks in Gary. Now, you

wouldn't think few Indiana Licks could threaten the grear

and powerful lords of Chicago, but that's not how the

elders felt. Instead, they cracked down on the city,

driving its industry into the dumps, terrorizing its

inhabitants, blocking its trade and doing anything else

they could think of to make Gary a living hell. They

continue these games to this very night. They have gone to

a lot of effort just to make unlife difficult for a few

minor vampires.

Of course, there are other theories on the matter. I've

heard that both groups are pawns of more powerful vampires

(like the ones I'll describe later) and that the fighting

in Gary has just been a minor sideshow to the main fights.

My favorite theory is that a Methuselah is forcing the

Chicago elders to worry about Gary so that he can go about

his business in Chicago unimpeded.

This seems to be a common part of our eternal Jyhad.

Older vampires manipulate younger vampires into oppressing

even younger ones. This way, the real old vampires avoid

any blame, and the young whippersnap-pers who might

normally contend for their

power become caught up in fights against each other.

An old Cainite once told me how these games had worked

in ancient Rome. Apparently, that part of Italy had long

been home to a number of Ventrue. As the city grew,

however, more Kindred flocked to the city. Soon Malkavians,

Lasombra, Settles, Nosferatu and other freakish beings

crowded into its limited confines.

Things began coming to a head a few centuries after the

destruction of Carthage (the result of another petty

Brujah/Ventrue struggle). In Rome's earliest days, the

vampire factions battled for control of various senators.

When an emperor took over (don't ask me who or what was

responsible for that), the whole game changed. One figure

held most of the power, and everyone wanted a piece of that

action.

Within a few hundred years, several dozen vampires,

sorcerers, demons and other creatures were fighting for

control of the emperor. For instance, the demonic vampiress

Tiamat always tried to stir up whatever wars and mayhem she

could. A group of sorcerers called the Order of Mercury

pretended to be the defenders of the empire, but were

really being manipulated by demons trying to bring it down.

A Setite who went by the name "Dahshur" took great pleasure

in instilling intense fear in the emperors and the members

of their households.

Of course, there were also vampires (especially Ventrue)

trying to keep the empire strong. Their efforts, while

self-motivated, at least had the aim of keeping the people

happy and secure. Their added pull, however, had the

unintended result of making things even more confused and

chaotic. No emperor could rule effectively while being

tugged in so many different directions. Some did well,

either because of strong will or a powerful patron, but

most failed.

According to the old Cainite, the intrigues of Rome pale

when compared to those of ancient Persia. He said almost a

thousand vampires flocked to the Persian Empire during its

heyday; it was the greatest concentration of vampires the

world had ever seen. Of course, they were spread out across

Asia Minor, but they were all near-equal in power, and

their intrigues were without comparison.

The old Cainite didn't give me any of the names I

mentioned here; they're just ones I've come across since he

told me about the situation. These three aren't around any

more. Others, like the Toreador Caius Petronius, who

influenced Nero so much, may still be around. The rest

still influence events under a host of names, whether

they're known as Dimestico, Maggie Flury, McGrath, Tenga,

Typee or whatever.

Most elders aren't that old. Cainites considered elders

in Rome have become today's Methuselahs. Other elders did

not survive the collapse of the empire, and most who did

survive met their ends during the Middle Ages, falling to

the Inquisition or the Sabbat. The elders of our age will

no doubt follow a similar pattern, and we can hope that

whatever will destroy them does so soon.

The elders are a great annoyance, with their selfinflated

egos and insistent refusal to acknowledge that

they are being controlled by others. They may take the most

insane actions, have no good reason for why they acted as

they did, and still insist that they acted of their own

volition. For instance, a powerful Malkavian used to travel

the world, challenging elders to chess games. If he won, he

got to commit Diablerie upon the elder. If the elder won,

the elder got to commit Diablerie upon the Malkavian. The

Malkavian invariably won. Why did the elders keep playing

him7 Because their masters commanded it, trying to make

their pieces more powerful.

Of course, commands are not always necessary. The elders

are calculating and devious, but their passions often rule

them more intensely than they rule any neonate.

Build up an intense hatred within an elder and she will do

everything in her power to destroy the target of that

anger. Convince an elder that he loves another, and nothing

will come between him and the object of his desire. Often,

if an elder acts without rhyme or reason, one can be sure

that his long-suppressed emotions have taken over.

Other actions cannot be explained away so easily. When a

member of the primogen who has always supported the prince

throws her weight behind a contender for the throne, there

may be any number of reasons. Maybe her master is at odds

with the prince's master. Maybe her master has always

opposed the prince's master, but has used her as a double

agent, waiting for just the right time to spring his

surprise. Maybe a new master has seized control of her.

The answer could be even more diabolical. Maybe her

master is also the prince s master, and he hopes to force

his enemies to reveal themselves by giving them this

opportunity. Maybe one master controls them both, but wants

a more capable prince. Perhaps their master wants to use

the prince somewhere else, but does not want anyone to

believe that the prince has any more usefulness. Ah, yes,

you can almost pity the elders when you realize how badly

they are being manipulated. Almost.

The Methuselahs

If the elders make up the enlisted ranks in the Jyhad,

then the Methuselahs are the lieutenants. These guys are

scary. They have powers I can only dream about, and they

use them without hesitation. Even those in torpor - and

there are a number of them - wield immense influence over

the world. Marikasha, a Toreador active at least as early

as ancient Crete, now sleeps under a mountain in Tanzania.

From there he uses a small cult called the Blood Bonds.

They worship him, for he possesses incredible powers of the

mind and can bend others to his will. If one of his

followers makes eye contact with someone outside the cult,

he can Dominate that outsider through his servant. He can

then give the victim telepathic commands and force him to

do his bidding. His interests range across the globe, and

no one knows when he may want to take control.

Still, these fabulous abilities are only part of the

reason Methuselahs are such a threat. Indeed, if their

powers were the only reason to fear them, we would not

worry. Instead, their big problem, and the main reason they

are dangerous, is that far too many of them deny that they

are being manipulated from above.

For instance, Brunhilde, a powerful Gangrel in Northwest

Europe, battles Ventrue all across the continent, blaming

them for the ecological destruction the land has suffered.

She does nor work with the werewolves, but uses her

formidable might in much the same way, destroying factories

and those who pollute the land. On the other hand, she has

never risen a hand to stop the ecological catastrophes

wrought by the old Soviet Union or todays Russia.

Indeed, I have it on very good authority chat she helped

the old Brujah rulers defeat Garou who tried to stop the

environmental rape. Also, when Chemobyl blew up, spreading

its poison across Scandinavia, she was noticeably silent.

Other Gangrel yelled and screamed, threatening the Brujah,

but not her.

Now, this all leads to two conclusions. The first is

that her ecological concern is only a front, a lie, but

those who meet her feel the fervor other convictions. The

second conclusion is that she has been manipulated by

forces in Russia, an idea she would no doubt deny - but

which seems to be the only acceptable assumption.

Brunhilde is only the tip of the iceberg and certainly

does not count as one of the most powerful Methuselahs.

Each clan has its own

rumors of incredibly powerful ancients whose power would

make your hair curl and whose actions could only be

understood as being under someone else’s control.

The Nosferatu speak in dark whispers of monstrous

ancestors who inhabit the deepest caverns of the Earth.

Brujah elders fear the childer of the clan founder, who

despise todays Brujah as the progeny of a traitor. Young

Ventrue fear masters who would control every aspect of

their existence.

The Methuselahs deserve the fear we feel for them. They

make up the heart of the plots within plots with which we

must deal. My own earliest encounter with a Methuselah is

especially instructive. I had made my home in Peru and made

the acquaintance of a group of local anarchs. These selfproclaimed

freedom fighters spent most of their time

fighting the Sabbat and seemed to have little conflict with

the areas prince. (The prince I refer to here is not

Carmalita Marie Santo, Prince of Lima, but the Kindred who

was the Prince of Arequipaat the time.)

It took me little time to realize that the same Cainite

I had noticed manipulating the prince was secretly meeting

with some of the anarchs about once a month. Aha! I

thought, this elder supports the Camarilla in its war

against the Sabbat. Then I realized that the prince had

sent a number of his ghouls to support the Shining Path, a

terrorist group with definite ties to the Black Hand. This

would normally mean that whoever controlled the prince

would oppose the enemies of the Shining Path: the

government, the military and the church.

Digging deeper, I discovered Giovanni ties to the local

church and some of the government leaders, a Setite hold on

much of the rest of the government, and Ventrue control of

the military and bureaucracy. The Giovanni, however, had

used their influence to keep the Inquisition out of

Arequipa, the Setites gave the Shining Path much of its

money, and the prince was a Ventrue, with close ties to

other Blue Bloods.

At this point, I decided my only hope of discovering

what was really going on was to keep an eye on the elder -

easier said than done. That task became simpler when I met

him at a Camarilla conclave in Colombia. The elder, then

going by the name Nunez, introduced himself as an old

friend of the Justicar who had called the conclave. He

spoke out forcefully for suppressing both anarchs and the

Sabbat.

Nunez and the Justicar spent a great deal of time in

secret conferences, and by the end of the conclave, Nunez

had established himself as a great defender of the

Camarilla. In the next year, however, I traced his

movements across Central and South America, where he met

with Sabbat, werewolves, voodoo priests, business

executives and even stranger beings.

During these travels, I began to realize just how

powerful Nunez was. In a single night, he appeared,

seemingly without effort, in different cities a thousand

miles apart. Once he traveled into the deepest parts of the

Amazon, the heart of Lupine territory, and returned several

nights later, none the worse for his journey. Throughout

his travels, his pawns in Arequipa and other places

continued to do his bidding as though he was there to give

them orders.

When I found myself forced to leave Lima, I lost track

of Nunez for a while. Indeed, our paths did not cross again

until last year. I had

been hunting an old Gargoyle through the Swiss mountains

and stopped in Geneva to present myself to Prince

Guillaume. As I waited by a window for a ghoul to announce

me, I noticed two vampires lingering in the courtyard far

below.

Concentrating, I suddenly realized that one was Nunez. I

did not know the other - a tall, slender vampire of noble

bearing - but I listened carefully all the same. What I

heard chilled me to what remains of my soul. The two were

discussing recent events in Russia, and Nunez listened as

the other described, in German made even more threatening

by a thick Romanian accent, the new Russian threat.

As this unknown vampire stroked his mustache, he spun a

tale or destruction and devastation unparalleled in human

history. The Antediluvians had awakened one of their

greatest puppets, and it would soon unleash its full fury

on the world. It had already awakened some of the mightiest

terrors of ancients times and now prepared to release these

nightmares on an unsuspecting world.

Then he and Nunez turned their eyes to the sliver of a

moon hanging in the sky and laughed.

The Antediluvians

I pray to God that the Antediluvians are the generals of

our petty wars, because if there is someone above them, I

don't want to know about it. I have little doubt that a

number of very powerful Cainites form the base of this

maddening Jyhad. Whether there are 13 of them, whether they

had the same sire and whether they survived some ancient

flood, I don't know.

While I have heard many stories about what these beings

used to do, stories concerning their activities since the

days of the Roman Empire are exceedingly rare. It seems

that many of these beings either went into torpor or met

their Final Deaths during this time (the former is the more

likely). The Tremere, Giovanni, Tzimisce and Lasombra clan

leaders are the obvious exceptions to this.

In each of these cases, legend has it that during the

Middle Ages, upstarts committed Diablerie upon the

Antediluvians who used to head those clans. I've always

found these stories hard to believe. After all, the oldest

Kindred I've known had powers beyond belief. If a 4,000-

year-old vampire had the power to level a building with a

thought, what kind of terror could a 10,000-year-old (or

older) Antediluvian of even mightier generation wreak?

Could even an army of Methuselahs bring such a creature

down?

The paranoia begins again. Did the Antediluvians fake

their own ends? Are there other powers which destroyed them

and then blamed the destruction on vampires? Did the

Antediluvians willingly go to their destruction? If so,

why? Did they know something we dont?

Still, the Antediluvians who were extinguished don't

worry me nearly as much as the ones who still exist. There

must be a purpose to this jyhad. Such powerful beings

cannot be creating such devastation without a reason. What

could cause such ancient, mighty and (presumably) brilliant

beings to engage in such seemingly petty games?

The most obvious motivation is power. Among the kine,

those who have the most power often seem to be the ones

most intent on accumulating more. The same appears to be

true for the Kindred (with some exceptions), so it would

make sense that the most powerful Cainites would be the

ones with the greatest lust for more power.

Thus they marshal their forces, controlling mighty

vampires with Blood Bonds, Domination, rituals and other

methods. They make deals with mighty (non-vampiric)

entities and use these to control others. Then they send

these mighty forces out to take what the other

Antediluvians have built. Bit by bit, they become more

powerful. One Gangrel elder even told me that they were

trying to become truly godlike in their power and that the

werewolves fear the time that mighty vampires become power

incarnate.

There is only problem with this theory: at some point,

one of the Antediluvians would become more powerful than

the others and wipe them out. This has not happened in

10,000 years (well, maybe it has, but you couldn't tell)

and does not look like it will happen any time soon. Maybe

their plots take an even longer time to come to fruition,

or maybe the weaker ones gang up on the stronger until

everyone is even, but I do not usually believe that power

is their main motivation.

More cynical vampires blame the Jyhad on boredom. The

Antediluvians have been around so long, experienced so much

and become so jaded that only constant warfare provides

them with any stimulation. The only thing that can stir

their tired brains is constant conflict with their equals.

If this is true, they do not want the game to end, and the

Jyhad will continue as long as the Antediluvians exist.

This hypothesis has its weaknesses as well. Surely such

mighty minds could find something else to excite them.

Mysteries of all kinds exist in this world. An Antediluvian

brain turned to unlocking the secrets of magick, science,

art or philosophy could remain occupied for eons. Surely

that would be more satisfying than endless rounds of

manipulation and subterfuge.

Maybe there are higher goals at stake here. It could be

a question of good versus evil. For instance, a consortium

of Antediluvians, including such notorious ones as Set,

Tzimisce, Tremere and Assam (whose real name, I've heard,

is either Hashshan al-Safa or Hashshan ibn Canan) may

strive to turn our existence into a Hell on Earth for their

own nefarious purposes. Only the continued opposition of

Brujah (said to be named Troile), Gangrel, Toreador and

Ravnos has stopped them.

In this scenario, the other Antediluvians become the

swing players, and whichever side the other five end up on

will determine the fate of the world. Of course, I have no

evidence that something like this exists and base this

hypothesis on imagination, not fact. Still, something like

this may well exist. Rumors that some of them (especially

Set) dealt with devils occur regularly.

Considering the disparity between the clans, it is

possible that each Antediluvian strives to create what he

considers the best of

all possible worlds. For instance, Ventrue wants to create

a world where everything is in perfect order, while

Toreador wants a world of artistic vision and beauty. They

see the others as obstacles to their goals and send their

followers out to destroy these obstacles.

Again, I have no direct evidence to support this idea,

but such a vision could well motivate at least some of the

Antediluvians. If we accept this hypothesis, we must also

believe that they have our best interest in mind - albeit

in a twisted way. They use us as pawns for our own good.

Then again, maybe they all feel they are doing the

bidding of Caine (or God, Odin, Gaia or whatever). We could

be dealing with the equivalent of 13 different religious

whackos, each one fanatical in her belief that she is the

only one who knows what Caine really wants. These religious

nuts, however, have the power to back up their claims, and

we may be dealing with a real, religious Jyhad.

A final conjecture as to why the Antediluvians carry out

their games is the basic issue of survival. The only being

powerful enough to threaten an Antediluvian is another

Antediluvian. Therefore, none of them can be safe until the

other 12 have been destroyed. They can't trust each other

enough to stop fighting, and thus the war continues. The

only time they work together is when another Antediluvian

has become too powerful and they must combine forces to

bring that one down.

This would certainly explain such events as the sack of

Carthage, when other clans joined the Ventrue in battling

the Brujah, or World War I, when a number of clans joined

forces against the Tremere and Ventrue. It would also imply

that things will get worse, because if the Antediluvians

have caused this much carnage with the limited weapons they

have had access to so far, think what they might be able to

do in the next centuries.

Of course, there is no definite evidence that there are

13 Antediluvians. There could be more; there could be less.

A Malkavian called the Dionysian told a group of Kindred

that only one being was behind the Jyhad. While someone

else later told me the Dionysian was speaking

metaphorically, that the one being he was referring to was

really each individual vampire, it is equally interesting

when considered as a fact.

What if all of this is the work of one powerful

Antediluvian acting in ways we cannot even begin to fathom?

What if he has manipulated everyone who has been

manipulated for his own nefarious scheme? Are you prepared

for what the result would be?

Caine

Rumors involving Caine pop up regularly. Anyone who

takes them seriously is a fool or a Malkavian. If Caine did

return, we could all just close the coffin and turn off the

lights, because that would begin the endgame. Still,

different vampires have their own reasons for crying Caine.

For instance, when a couple of South African Nosferatu

wanted to force the Camarilla to take down an abusive

prince, they faked a Caine sighting. Using their

Obfuscation, and aided by a Toreador and her Presence, they

really shook up the local Kindred— and a lot of mortals as

well. Sure enough, that caught a Justicar s eye.

The Justicar and his Archons stormed into Johannesburg,

interrogated everyone and dug up a bunch of Cainites no one

even knew were in town. The Justicar forced the prince to

step down, all right. He also destroyed the neonates who

began the whole thing, as well as number of other Kindred.

A threat to the Masquerade was the official reason. The

Justicars annoyance was probably the real reason.

A Sabbat Noddist once gave me some keen insight into the

stories about Caine. He noted that the one common

denominator between almost all the Caine sightings was the

false Caine's call for followers. Rarely does a vampire

say, "I saw Caine and he just wants to be left alone." A

more indicative event occurred in Madagascar, when a

powerful, shining figure appeared near the capital city. He

claimed to be Caine, called for followers and then

disappeared with almost a third of the island s vampiric

population. Nobody has offered an explanation for how or

why this happened.

The Noddist contends that these stories recall the

particular circumstances of our Embrace. He claims that the

actual event differs little from our original births as

mortals, but while a baby has two parents, a fledgling is

lucky to have even a single sire to introduce her into the

new world.

Caine then becomes a mythical father figure, capable of

righting all wrongs and nullifying the tragedy of our

existence. Longing for Caine is longing for a release from

worry and responsibility, and hoping for a golden world of

childhood.

The Noddist said this was but one of a number of

explanations for Caine. A more heretical one sees Caine as

a projection created by vampires longing for perfection. By

this theory, we see ourselves as imperfect, and in

contemplating our own inner beings, imagine an image of

perfection. Since we are not without fault, we project this

outward, and this projection becomes Caine. By this

reasoning, even the first vampire (Caine, if you will) had

the same feelings of incomplete-ness which we have and

imagined his own "Caine."

Beware, Kindred, Beware

So who am I, and why am I releasing all this

information? Well, as my own sire, Sennacherib, always

said, "You've gotta shake them up before you shake them

down." I'm tired of these ancient games. Even knowing what

I know, I would prefer to see them end.

You see, I know far more about the Jyhad than most

vampires my age. My experience with it predates the century

I have been a vampire, or the thirty years I was alive

before that. I am one of the Jocastatians, and like

Aristotle de Laurent's brethren, I know that knowledge lies

at the center of our unlives. While Aristotle seeks the

knowledge of his ancestors, however, we devour the memories

of ours.

Within me lives Sennacherib, his sire Ismene and more.

Eyes not my own have witnessed the Jyhad in its many forms,

and now these images continue on through me. Those I

destroy, after drinking their "heart's blood", I keep with

me forever. Their might becomes my own, and every soul I

take adds to my own power.

This also add to my confusion. Every time I do this, I

learn things I never expected and see events from new

perspectives. The old adage that there are two sides to

every issue is not true. There are as many sides to an

issue as there are people involved in the issue, and then

some. I have seen this Jyhad as experienced by elders and

anarchs, Sabhat and Archons, independents and willing

pawns.

The only conclusion I can make from all of this is that

the war is wrong. I have seen nothing which can justify the

horrors we have wrought, and 1 must say every vampire -

whether Camarilla, Sabbat, Inconnu or anything else - is to

blame. We do little or nothing to stop this travesty, and

it continues decade after decade.

Thus we make these documents available to everyone. I

have no control over whether you believe this book or not,

but it will open you eyes. Kindred and kine alike need to

know that this goes on. Mortals and immortals both need to

see how horribly the actions of a few powerful beings

corrupts the world. Finally, these ancient manipulators

need to learn fear, for their games must not continue

forever.

The question you must ask is how much you can trust me.

After all, the different factions in the Jyhad have

mastered the art of deception and disinformation. For all

you know, I could be an elder feeding you exactly the story

I want you to hear so you won't go looking for the real

one.

Now that I've planted that seed of doubt in your mind, I

could be a member of the Black Hand trying to stir up

discord between young and old members of the Camarilla. I

designed everything negative I've written about the sect to

give my words greater credibility and cover my own

involvement.

In setting you against both the Camarilla and the

Sabbat, I reveal myself as a Giovanni intent on increasing

the tensions between the

two groups so that my clan can seize more power. So, as you

doubt all the major vampiric powers, you can come to the

realization that

I'm really a Settle dedicated to setting all vampires at

each others' throats.

Actually, I'm not really a vampire at all. I'm a hunter,

and by fomenting this much distrust, I ensure that vampires

will continue destroying each other and make my job easier.

In putting this much doubt in your mind, I can now say that

I really am an elder, and I've

written these past four paragraphs to make sure you won't

trust that statement.

What are you going to believe?

In celebration,

Ayisha Jocastatian

~~~

Lexicon

Anarch: Rebel Kindred who reject the authority of the elders.

Antediluvians: One of the thirteen third-generation Kindred;

Grandchilder of Caine. Each founded a Clan.

Archons: Powerful Camarilla warriors charged with enforcing the

Masquerade and the Traditions.

The Beast: The hateful drives that push a vampire to become a

monster. The push to Frenzy.

Blood Bond: (Blood Oath) A mystical rite binding the will of one

Kindred to another.

Camarilla: Global Conclave of seven Clans and free Kindred.

Created to enforce the Masquerade.

Caine: The first child of Adam and Eve. Thought to be the first

vampire.

Cainite: A vampire, usually of great age.

Caitiff: Clanless Kindred.

Clan: A group of vampires descended from a particular

Antediluvian.

Elder: Old vampire, more than 300 years old. Note that some

anarchs from the original anarch revolt are now Elders.

Embrace: The bite. The process of making a human into a vampire.

Frenzy: The state of berserk bloodlust. The Beast unleashed.

Gehenna: Kindred Armageddon, when the Antediluvians awaken to

consume their young.

Golconda: Kindred salvation, in which the vampire is freed of

bloodlust and the urges of the Beast.

Inquisition: The war humans waged on vampires in the thirteenth,

fourteenth, and fifteenth century.

Justicars: Camarilla enforcers.

Jyhad: The games the Antediluvians play The Jyhad finds expression

in the Anarch War, oppression of neonatcs by the elders, and the

Sabbat-Camarilla War.

Kindred: Vampires.

Kine: Mortals.

Masquerade: The effort to hide Kindred from the world of mortals.

Neonate: (Childe. Childer. Neonate. Fledgling): Young vampire,

recently Embraced.

Prince: The vampiric ruler of a city.

Sabbat: Global organization of two clans and free Kindred that

grew out of the Anarch Rebellion.

Sire: Parent and creator of a vampire. Used for both men and

women.