#57 - You're alone. You hear your name whispered. Who is it and what do they want to tell you?
You really do not know who and what we are, do you?

Very well, as I am in a generous mood -- you may thank the spirit of the season -- I shall tell you. I hear the voices of the Oracles blowing from beyond the veil of the dead. Their whispers are as music in my ears, for they whisper the future to me. The whisper of my Virtue, by right of the vitae of Caine; of the shining city of the Harbingers where I shall rest secure as the rest of the Kindred shall fall ans be swept as dust into the Vale of Gehenna; that I shall take up the shining Virtue of God and live eternally.

Now, it is time for you to prepare your soul to go forward and join the voices of the dead. I have my tithe to begin collecting for the next family supper. What? You did not think that I would let you live?

I am not feeling that generous.