text: His story is... Interesting, to say the least. So Simon Kurschner is the Professor's actual name.
  
  "So what do you want from me?" You ask, uncertain of yourself. Who is my main enemy? The Professor or the Church? Both? Is the Professor even still alive?
  
  The Father nods, "We need you to lead us to the other Creations, so we can finish them once and for all. You are the last of the Vampires, and you can most likely help our charge on the Wolves. As I said, the Creations are very powerful. Having one on our side could be a huge help."
  
  You smirk back at him, "Why though? It's not like you've given me any sort of ambition to help you wackos."
  
  "Well, I thought life was good objective." He shrugs, bringing his hand close to the opening of his robes.
  
  "You think I'd sell out my fellow Creations just for myself?"
  
  "I'd be surprised if you cared for them-- you don't even remember them! You have no connection to this world anymore." He grimaces, taking a knobby finger and waving it at your chest. "The only thing that may be left is your heart, and even that is subject to debate. Will you side with us, the humans, or die here. The choice is yours. Light and Darkness, that is your only option here!"
  
  
  Light and Darkness, but is it really that simple?
  > You say "I won't be your bitch, Tomas."
  The wrinkled old man frowns, "So, you're throwing your one chance for redemption?"
  
  "I don't need redemption from the likes of you." You seethe back, channeling your undead cajones. "You want me to fight for you, but you're too worried about the decision that you wouldn't let any of the other Zealots.
  
  "I won't tell you your wrong, but I will tell you that you're a fool to choose a unredeemed death over a redeemed life. But I cannot pretend to comprehend the demons."
  
  You tilt your head, "You don't really believe I'm a demon, do you?" He continues to frown. "This... You wouldn't give me any sort of chance if you actually backed your beliefs. By now you must be just fear-mongering. But why?"
  
  "Humanity needs a common-enemy, something to band us together to fight and destroy. That, and only that, will keep us alive."
  
  The priest turns his back to you, and begins to slowly creep away. You struggle, and you yell out to try and kill him, to get out of this room. Yet, the UV-lights seem to hold you down, and when you realize what is happening. Flames emit from the bottom of your chair and begin to lick at your skin...
  
  
  You have been killed by the hands of the Church.