Your life has not ended, it is extended indefinitely.

You must thereby reject your humanity, your God given form,

and you must embrace vampirism, your powerful form.

Your organs serve no purpose, beside to contain blood. Your blood does not flow, it stands still.

Your blood is your life, it holds what remains of your soul.

Lose your blood, and you will weaken. Give your blood to another, and they will grow strong.

Steal blood from your creators for strength beyond your limits.

You must not burn, for burning will kill you.

You must stay out of the sun, for the light of the sun leads you to weakness.

You must not bleed, for bleeding will lead you to weakness.

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You must be weary of the trees, for they hate you.

You must be weary of the stones of the earth, for their will effects you.

You must be weary of your own creators, for they fear you in secret.

You must not face the holy or the pious, lest you learn the bounds of your power.

You must feed on life to sustain yourself, but you must feed on humanity to grow your strength.

You may feed on your kin to gain quick strength,

You may feed on your creators to gain the mightiest of strength.

Compared to a mortal man, your strength is unparalleled.

Your capacity for injury is unmatched.

You may recover from any wound so long as you haven’t succumbed to weakness.

Your potential for power far exceeds any man, and far exceeds any demon.

Your potential for magic is lost, but it is replaced with something inherent.

You are mightier than all from this earth and deeper, but you are not impervious to them.

Many of your kin will perish, know your weaknesses to avoid this fate.

All wisdom of this sort is inherent in your blighted flesh, do not allow it to go unheard.