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"Arise my creation, greet your new exsistance" the voice filled the small chamber in which I knelt.
I stood, a small thrill at obidiance filling me and I shook away the remains of the cold viscera surrounding me. I opened my eyes for the first time and around me I could see corpses, half hidden by the circle of light I stood in, most of them multilated and strangely bestial.

"Do you wish to serve?" the voice asked?

Unbidden, thoughts of submission rose in my mind, a desire to serve my master welled within my unbeating heart. "Yes, I will serve you my master" my voice seeming somehow familiar yet this was the first time I had spoken since my creation.

"Marvelleous, drink deep my creation, drink deeply and embrace your future" the voice spoke. As I watched, a pale, slender hand proffered a wooden bowl filled with a dark red liquid I instinctively recognised as blood. I raised the bowl to my lips

and drank deeply. As the blood flowed over my lips I felt it burn and writhe as if it was somehow shifting as I drank. I felt it pulse through my body as my withered heart sprang to life once more. At the back of my mind I could here voices whisper to me promises and threats in equal measure.

Then something strange happened, deep within my rotted guts I felt something stir and lash out at the voices, driving them back and a single word formed in my head in my own voice

"Mine"

Unsure of what had just happened, I stood still and let my face grow slack
"So childe, are you ready to serve your masters, the Tremere?" spoke the voice

"I am master, lead me to my duty" knowing deep within me that this was the right response. I remember feeling the thrill, the same that I still feel to this very night. Each time I bend my will to my master, it pleases me. I don't think anyone ever really understands that, I serve not because I must, but because I wish to serve, it's what I want to do. I've talked to others who wish to turn me from my duty, who fill my mind with poisoned words and I turn them aside with resolute duty because to listen to them would be a sin in of itself.

Am I happy? Yes, I must say it is a relief to toil freely for others, they say that to know true freedom, one must become powerless, for those with power are bidden to use it by others, or for their own ends. In my servitude I know happiness like no one else can ever know.

I am a servant, you are my master. I obey.
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