There are many things in this world which we know nothing of.

Many things which are far stranger, far more complicated than many may imagine, and infinitely more powerful.

Light, dark, in the end it is all subjective. Am I evil? I have killed, I have drowned lands beneath the waves, called souls from their rest, does that make me evil?

I have healed, I have protected, I have nutured, and I have loved, does this make me one of the light?

I am old now, tired. I watched this land form, watched its people take their first primitive steps; and while some revered me as a God, others despised me for a beast.

I have been known by many names through out the ages, known as many things, Vampire, Were, Daemon... Angel...

Halfbreed, aye, I suppose I am, Daemon and Angel born in a time before they were even known as such.

A windborn given flesh, and denied the release of death. How the fates mock me now, the last of my kind, lost, forgotten, fallen from grace.

Now, I simply live. Forced to find my entertainment in whatever form I can to alleviate the boredom of the passing ages.

Beware is yet to see just what I am, and quite what I can do, and while others may claim dominance over the shadows; the darkness is my home. That primordial place in the back of your minds that makes the hairs stand upon the back of your neck. The place that drops you into the lap of lust, of love and want.

I am as natural to this world as the trees, a part of nature... and simply... Gorath.