Jerusalem. The modern day city of God. Not long ago, a supernatural splinter sect of The League of Shadows took refuge here. The Devil's Head at the time was Dulhamit Aensland. The half brother of the previous Raysh Al Shaytan, Abigial Aensland. His first order was one that brought wrath and ruin to the League. Those within the League that had a shred of the arcane in their veins were exalted. Those that did not were to be purged. Many were, but not all, and thus The first Shadow War began. What was once one faction fractured into three. The traditionalists that survived were led by The Mourning Sparrow. My sworn brother. The last faction was led by Sah Ed Valam. A man who thought that he above all should have been given the mantle of Raysh Al Shaytan.
I remained on the sidelines during the first war. The most of my involvement was a meeting with The Deceiver, Dulhamit. He lied to me, told me that Abigail Aensland had been killed by Charlemagne LeBeau. And so, I tracked the Ultra Sapien down to Venezuela. It was after I had killed him that I had learned that Abigail was still alive. Her mother, Emilie Aensland told me the truth. That her son had used me as a pawn in his schemes. So I absolved myself of the League and once again drifted from place to place. I wasn't there to see how the first shadow war came to a close. I know that Sparrow came out on top, baring the mantle of Raysh Al Shaytan. That Sah Ed Valam had created the Society of Shadows, and that Dulhamit had vanished.
The peace could never last, it was only a matter of time before another war broke out. The second war centered around Abigail Aensland and her mother Emilie. To be honest I don't know why I answered Sparrow's call. He wanted to meet me here, in Jerusalem. I came expecting to face a trial from my former sworn brother and the remaining elders. I couldn't have been more wrong, for I found myself stepping on to another battlefield. Sparrow was defending Abigail and Emilie against The Black Sun Sith, Ali Sani Bashir. And The False Shaytan,Sah Ed Valam. Both men were under the orders of Ezra Strix, I imagine Ali owed the patriarch a debt. And what Sah Ed Valam wanted was clear. He wanted the mantle. He wanted the League.
Things did not go well. Sparrow was killed. Emilie was taken. With Sparrow gone, I was asked to bear the mantle of Raysh Al Shaytan. I never wanted the mantle. It was a death sentence. But at that moment in time, I felt like there was no other option. Mia, Sparrow's heir was still young. I would not subject her to the burdens of The Mantle. Not while I yet lived. So I took the title. I told myself that I would be The Last Raysh Al Shaytan. That if I survived this, I would disband The League. That those who yet live would be free. That was before Ali and his Shadow Fiana had decimated the League. Those of us on Sparrow's airship, and scattered around the world had survived. But the majority, they were cut down. The main temple that once housed, trained, and produced some of the greatest assassins of our age was now nothing more than a derelict tomb. The relics and storied history contained within were put to flame. As for the Socieity of Shadows, Sah Ed Valam had apparently sacrificed those who had sworn their loyalty to him in the pursuit of an alliance with Ali. Like that, The Society of Shadows was destroyed, and the League was awaiting the final nail in it's coffin.
I tried and failed to convince Ali to betray Strix. Eventually I fell to Ali's tactics and was imprisoned and forced to face the dark confines of The Brick. Upon my release I learned that Ezra had made Emilie a amputee. Whatever trust Abigail had in me was gone. And that the remnants of the League had been scattered to the winds. Three years have passed since then. The scars of the second war had forever marked us, but not weakened us. In that time I focused on rebuilding the League. The Remnants had become nomadic clans given one singular goal. To recruit and train a new generation of Shadows.
And here we are again. Back in the outskirts of Jerusalem. I've been meditating for hours. Recalling every misstep that has led me here. It wasn't long before I heard her silent steps. Sparrow's heir, and mine, Mia. She slowly approached me.'
"The clans have answered your call. They will reconvene, but only here."A sigh escaped the cursed Celtic's lips as he stood to his feet. "I had hope that such traditions would be discarded in favor of a more practical location. Clearly, I was mistaken."The palm of his hand now rested on the hilt of the Devil's Fang. "You knew this was a possibility. That's why we're here." Vincent merely nodded his head in agreement. "Aye, That's why we're here. Have our scouts set up a perimeter. It'll be a few days before the clans arrive. It's time we reunited. One clan. One League."