Male: Have you ever wondered, Death, why you are untouched while those around you wither and rot in the grip of corruption? Could it be that you are already blackened by the sin of betrayal? How can you defeat that which seethes in your own heart? You cannot stop me without forever damning your soul!
Death: Then so be it.
Male: You have grown weak, brother! Feel the power you birthed! You have grown weak, brother! Feel the power you birthed! You must be purified!
Death: It's time you find something.
Male: You have grown weak, brother! Feel the power you birthed! Take my hand once more, brother!
Death: I've killed Absalom, stopped the corruption...I stand, at last, at the Well of Souls...with no idea what I must do next!
Crowfather: It is quite simple. And yet, most difficult.
Death: I'm in no humor for riddles, Crowfather.
Crowfather: You may tap the power of the Well to return the Kingdom of Man...or, you may resurrect the Nephilim. But know that choosing one will forever doom the other.
Death: Oh. My brother, War. I would protect him above all.
Crowfather: To return Man to the Earth will require a sacrifice. Thus, from Death came Life, and the seeds of Humanity were re-sown. But Death's journey was not ended.
On the shattered Earth, his brother War had slain the Destroyer.
Female: You will be hunted! The White City for certain...the Council...and there will be others! You would wage this war alone?
War: No. Not alone.
Crowfather: War had broken the Seventh Seal, summoning the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. And the number of the riders shall ever be four.
Male: You are alone, Lilith? Where are my Nephilim?
Lilith: My Prince, I...
Male: The End War is upon us. Yet instead of the army you promised me, Death has returned Man to the Balance!
Lilith: I await your punishment.
Male: This time, Lilith...you will get no pleasure from it.