You are born with chains around your throat.

They cannot be seen, these shackles that bind you. But you know your gaolers. You know the name of your prison:


Life.
Death.
The Cycle.
Mortality.

Born a slave. Lived a slave. Dead a slave. Death does not care if you are a creature of virtue, or a creature of sin; Death is greedy, and He will take all, all that He can, for His own purposes.

Do you feel in control?
Do you feel satisfied?

Do you feel free?


You can be in control.
You can have satisfaction.

You can know liberation.

You can know POWER.

The key lies at your feet, if you would only just reach out and take it.

Know not just freedom from the greed of Death and the Liars that ply His trade, but power unrivaled by any in history. Know the power of blood.

For it is blood and fang alone that pierces the veil between mortality and the beyond, and none other.

As borne by nothing but His own will, The Hegemonist drew the very power of The Gods unto Himself as one draws a poison from a wound--and He lives, Ascended, something Greater than any mortal can dream.

But you can do more than dream; you can LIVE. You can pull the very power of the Above and carve a wound into the world from which you can drink deep and know freedom beyond your very imagination.

There's nothing that can stop you--

--but you.

-Tetchta V. Mesis

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 5th of Midsummer, in the year 505 MA.