Enter Vampyr

Chapter 2: A house of Chaos

For over a thousand years, I have watched empires rise and fall. I have watched strong men and women who had a great thing ruin it with emotions over pure logic. I have watched some try to use pure logic and end up making emotional decisions anyway.

Whatever the cause, one person defects, several others follow suit and it all ends in either ice or fire! There was once a Walachian prince who was made Vampyr by one of my progeny and they believed him to be the beginning of our story. It's just as well. He grew his power and went mad with blood lust: nothing of which makes a proper blood drinker survive for very long. More than likely he is a pile of ash somewhere.

Dalem liked him though. His wanton destruction was quite a feat and I believe it was Dalem's love that drove him mad with a desire for approval and a drive towards more and more of mankind's destruction. Bravo Tepes! You still can't scratch the surface of a monster in a laboratory breeding viruses and disease. It's easy to do when you can't die.

It always amuses me when humans dream up apocalyptic scenarios because several have already come about. To name a few in history, the bubonic plague in the 14th century and the more recent outbreak of Spanish influenza in the early 20th century. In any case, it has never hurt humanity to wipe the slate clean every once in a while. It seems to only help them to evolve.

Dalem is obsessed with apocalyptic scenarios, sitting in a dark room late at night over books and testimonies with those glowing blue eyes absorbing everything they can. He would bring about his own brand if he could but it is as he told me once, "humanity will destroy itself, we have but only wait and have fun with it till it's gone."

It was an odd statement for him because in the beginning of our partnership he was intent on destroying it all. He brought about a great flood, plagues and all sorts of murderous sycophants intent on destroying their own people only to find out that humanity was great fun to torture. God, as he decided was better left to suffer a long and torturous demise rather than the quick end of an Apocalypse.

It delighted him that people blamed God for all the suffering they went through: that He had been so arrogant to think he'd be worshiped for the sublime gift of life and creation without the scorn that it was imperfect. Still god insisted that it was all how it was meant to be and that his faithful were only more so because of the suffering. This only intensified our efforts to make him suffer.

Every time I drained a nun in front of a priest and then drained the priest in front of the cross, I felt the delight of the preternatural life force inside me: of Dalem's spirit.

In any case there was always a new force of good to fight evil and I began to realize that this battle was never about defeating the other side, it was about throwing off the balance and causing suffering because of the abnormality. How sweet it is when chaos becomes the world. How like the home that Dalem knew that God took from him when he made order.

"You understand," he said to me as I sat at a table across from him reading his book. He never looked up from it or went into detail about it but he expressed to me through emotion that I was to be recreating the world he left behind. Our true mission was not destruction but the re-creation of chaos that was before the universe and all things. It was here that Dalem found comfort. In Chaos, he was home.

Enter Vampyr

Chapter 1: Let there be light

In the beginning, there was only darkness and chaos, as well as the beings that existed with in it. For as long as it were since there was no time but only the present, the benefactor lived with the many along with the creator, mankind has deemed Hashem, God, Allah, Krsna, whatever you want to call him/her/it.

It is only apropos that beings such as you and as I was would want to lable things and be created in his image because that was exactly "His" argument.

"Brother, I beseech you. Darkness and existence is not enough," he said.

"Are you not happy, brother?" He replied.

"I am content as much as an existing being could be but what if things could change?"

"Why would any of us want that?"

"We would want it because it would be something new and different. It would be what I will feel life."

"Are we not sentient?"

With this came the great betrayal because none that existed in the black agreed to what He was about to do. A release of energy that was stored for no known amount of time since it did not exist forced time itself along with light into the universe. All of a sudden things were measurable and the last thing the benefactor said before your god installed himself a palace in the cosmos, appearing as a "nebula" himself was, "you fool. What have you done."

Often, I have found human beings like to see the binary because good and evil; light and dark; up and down make sense in the universe "He" created but you must remember that the beings called god, the devil, angels, spirits and everything else celestial were from a period before any of that existed. In nothingness, there is no concept of the binary. So the better of the descriptors is a differing of opinions.

The opinion of the Benefactor before history of mankind unfolded and at times during his frustration, is still his opinion, is that mankind and existence altogether was a mistake. He seeks to undo it and as this is not of a beneficial outcome to mankind, we see it as evil. The end of all things and nothingness is an unfavorable outcome because we want to think there is purpose to continued existence when in reality, there may or may not be a greater plan.

When the Benefactor came to me, I knew him as Dalem. A man whose eyes glowed with blue flame in the night and who would appear as thousands of beating wings when he wanted to really make an entrance. He had told me, however that it was all a parlor trick as reality was an illusion and that the blackness of the time before time existed and would always exist.

I remember a warm night on the sands of Egypt when Pharoah was not able to watch or comprehend the movements of the celestials on Earth. When I became an immortal.

"Dalem. Why do you walk among mankind if you want them destroyed so badly?" I asked.

"Walk among them?" He laughed. "I cannot interact with them dear Prótos. I am one that only you can see. This is not my world and therefore it is only one I can influence and not physically effect."

"I had but a number before you came and I am grateful for your naming me but why do you call me Prótos? What does it mean?" I asked

"One day, you will understand." He said.

"What do you mean?"

He seemed to burn as if he were sitting in a fire and he smiled through the heat mirage that was his face.

"I want to preform an experiment with you, my dear friend. How long have you been alive?" I moved to answer but he interupted. "You are still young and beautiful. I would like to say that you are probably around 28 years of age. What if you were to never age physically and existed for all time like me?" He asked.

"I'd ask you what's the catch?" I said.

He looked at me and made the rules up effortlessly as he relayed to me, "you must understand the darkness so you will never again see the sun or I will make sure that it surely burns you to death. Also, because you are part human even after I give you a part of me to make all of it so, you will have to feed off his creation. You will have to aid me in the destruction of the light and feed off the life of the creatures who hold it. You will feed from their blood as this is what he considers life. Do this and you will be given great power in the universe. Especially as you begin to accept that it is all a lie and "reality" itself is the illusion."