In the begining there was only Caine.
Caine who murdered his brother out of anger.
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 solitude,
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 and his brother's children had created.
He returned and was made welcome.
The people saw his power and worshipped him,
Making him King of their great City,
The First City, a place by the name of Enoch.

Though he became ruler of a mighty nation, he was still alone,
For none were as he. His sorrow grew once again.
Then he committed another great sin, for he begat Progeny,
Of which there were only three.
But from them came more Progeny, his grandchildren,
And then 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.
But then came the Deluge, a great Flood that washed over the world.
The City was destroyed,
And its people along with it.

Again Caine fell into great sorrow and went into solitude,
Becoming as a dog amidst the wastes,
And leaving his Progeny to their own ends.
They came to him and begged him to return,
To help them to rebuild the City.
But he would not come with them,
Saying the Flood had been sent as punishment
For his having returned to the world of life
And subverting the true law.

So they returned alone to what mortals were left
And announced that they were the new rulers.
Each created a Brood,
In order to claim the glory of Caine,
Yet they did not have his wisdom or restraint.
A great war was waged, the Elders against their Children,
And the Children slew their parents.

The rebels then built a new city
And brought to it 13 tribes.
It was a beautiful city and its people worshipped them as gods.
They created new Progeny of their own,
The Fourth Generation of Cainites.

But they feared the Jyhad,
And it was forbidden for those Children
To create others of their kind.
This power the Elders kept for themselves.
When a Childe was created, it was hunted down and killed,
And its Sire with it.

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.
Their city was 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 to 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.

The embrace....