Cronache della Sindone:

Domine,

obsecro te

Notes by Xamot

Monday, December 26th, 1994

I was “pulled into” one of Zachariah’s strange dreams. My deathsight seemed to be gone - the world was vibrant and lively. I found it revolting. Our vision was in Vienna, and there were many large anti-kindred wards, along with wards against any other creature you could imagine. There was a Tremere wizard of some variety whose face was constantly changing and mutating from what I assume to be vicissitude, and another man in robes was hurriedly and worriedly speaking to this man. He spoke, in latin, something along these lines: 

“Master, please, we need your counsel now more than ever. As you ordered the last time you woke, we engineered the removal of the fat Toreador to give our agents better reign. We have disturbing reports of (Zachary) psychically awakening, and utilizing his mental powers. Our best agents are tracking him and his coterie. They are travelling with a Salubri. If this doesn’t wake you, I can’t imagine what would.” 

This corroborates what we already knew: that the Tremere were conspirators in Prince George’s assassination. Zachary and Asa were in the dream, partially translucent, and Tala was invisible, as was I. Another man spoke to Asa, and said in Enochian (translated by Zachariah):

“Find for me, the voice of Samael. Only he can point the way for you now. The time of arising awaits.”

“Atrius!” , he called in Latin, and the wards glowed red, and Zachary’s skin began to boil. When I woke up, I discovered I had bled all over my trunk. Returning back from his mission to oversee the events of the Gala, Patrick spoke to me - he reported that Clyde has been killed or suffered some equally disturbing and final fate. He was “taken by other forces”, taken and reformed by something, someone. The two had followed the figures as I’d asked, but they (the wraiths) were not prepared for their visage - their faces, bony, revealed themselves and attacked my wraiths. Clyde was taken, and Patrick barely escaped. We decided that, after the meeting, we would hunt down Seven then immediately work to slay the rival necromancers. This is imperative, and I hope I do not have to call for Giovanni assistance, though I fear this mission will be far riskier without it. I will have to think about this.