Elder God:
I know you, Raziel. You are worthy.
Raziel:
What madness is this? What pitiful form is this that I have come to inhabit? Death would be a release, next to this travesty.

Elder God:
You did not survive the abyss, Raziel. I have only spared you from total dissolution.

Raziel:
I would choose oblivion over this existence!

Elder God:
The choice is not yours.

Raziel:
I am destroyed!

Elder God:
You are reborn.

The birth of one of Kain’s abominations traps the essence of life. It is this soul that animates the corpse you ‘lived’ in. And that Raziel, is the demise of Nosgoth. There is no balance. The souls of the dead remain trapped. I can not spin them in the wheel of fate. They can not complete their destinies.

Redeem yourself. Or if you prefer, avenge yourself. Settle your dispute with Kain. Destroy Him and your brethren. Free their souls and let the wheel of fate churn again. Use your hatred to reave their souls... I can make it possible. Become my soul reaver, my angel of death...

Elder God:
You are weak - you must feed.

Raziel:
The old hunger has left me; I have no desire for blood.

Elder God:
You are changed. Your blood-thirst is replaced by a deeper need - you have become a devourer of souls.
To sustain your strength, you must hunt the lost spirits of the Underworld, and consume the souls of your enemies.

The Reaver was never forged to be a soul-stealing weapon…

…the ravenous, soul-devouring entity trapped into the blade was – and always had been – me.