Gabriel looks down on the tear, and his eyes seem to glow up. He grins, his pointed teeth dripping with unidentified blood. "You wish to be healed? Very well then, you shall be reborn this day!" As Gabriel says this, five giant burning crucifixes burst from the ground around him, the flames filling the air. The sky seems to turn red, as if painted by the floating embers. Gabriel extends both hands, and in each there is a large round hole, dripping with blood. Then, Gabriel reaches forward, and grabs Martin's head from each side, lights beginning to dance before his eyes. The fire shoots into the sky, a bonfire a hundred miles high as the flames appear before Martin's mind's eye.
Gabriel reaches into Martin's mind, his hands made of fire and blood. Within he burns it, purifying that which was once corrupted by feebleness. Screams echo in the infinite blackness. Nothing is real in this moment, besides Gabriel and the flaming cross behind him, and Martin realizes it is he himself that is screaming. His eyes have been burnt out of his skull by the brilliance, and his ears have gone deaf, and yet the terrible beauty of the scene is burnt into his very soul. The screaming halts, as the flames rush through mind and soul, burning away the disease that had taken a hold on Martin's thoughts. Gabriel laughs, as an image is engraved into Martin's very mind, a mark that could never be forgotten, a symbol that only few in the world would recognize.
As Martin awakens from delirium, the world is clear and bright. There are no flames but those in Gabriel's eyes, as he stands before Martin. There is no blood, and no marks, as if it had all been a horrifying illusion, and yet something tells him that it had all been real. "You see the world with clear eyes. Behold it's beauty." Every detail is sharpened by Martin's vampiric eyes, and not only his eyes, but his thoughts are crystal clear. Nothing is blurred and wiped out, or covered in the lies of delusion. "Remember forever that image, young one." With this, Gabriel reaches foreward, his finger burning, as he burns out both of Martin's eyes. Even without sight, the mark can clearly be felt, burnt onto his face, carved there by the Vampire God. The mark that all Gabriel's children bore, throughout the ages. The mark of the wanderer, to be hated and loved, blessed and cursed at once, the mark of one with true eternal life and strength.
Martin wore the Mark of Cain.