Your sire is one of the Seven, the diablerist Golconda-seekers, trying to ensure the spiritual wealth of salvation would never be lost with their Final Death. They sought you as a successor, and proudly prepared you for your sacred duty. You, on the other hand, smiled at their lies, listened to their bullshit, and ran for the hills the first chance you got. You’re constantly hunted, not only by the Tremere, but by your sire, the other Seven, and their various hangers-on. You must be at least Ninth Generation to take this Flaw.