I'd rather be Breedless than be like You.

“To be fair, I don’t see much gratification in killing Kain myself. I betrayed him, yes, which he earned himself, but do I have the grudge my master holds? Certainly not. Why waste the kill with me when the Sarafan Lord is the one who will be rightfully satisfied to kill him? Then there’s Sebastian, he has dreamed of killing Kain, but I don’t think he deserves that honor. The last thing he needs is to have that bolstering his ego for the next millennium." 

“PLEASE let my suffering end,” groaned Faustus. 

“Ah,” Sebastian smiled. “So you recognize my caliber. I congratulate you on your attempt to benefit me, yet if I thought it possible, wouldn’t I have carried it out already? I am well-equipped, yes, but the faculties at my disposal can’t match those of my Lord. He simply has too much resource in his control, power beyond my scope, lurking in his keep, scattered throughout the city’s districts…A shame, but it cannot be escaped.”

“Glyph engineers this is So Sad play Despacito”

“Yet another wonderful idea, DELIGHTFUL contribution, but I’m afraid I can’t work outside the plans outlined by my authority.”

Faustus bit his lip and hummed. "Er...I'm simply on my way to...the forges, yes, you know!" The vampire replied. By no means did he, even in his advancing evolution, have the strapping muscles of a blacksmith. He had no clue who presided over the forges, only hoping this answer would satisfy Raziel.

“Oh—!” He gasped, “If you wanted me, you only needed to ask. If you’re always so bold, I’m excited to learn what else that says about you, hm?"