In the beginning there was the Light, and it was all places—there was no Shadow.
The glory of the Light was evident in the heavens and on the earths, and even in the places of the deep, but there was no one to see it. And so from the fabric of time and space the Creator parted the worlds, and into the worlds the Light shone all manner of radiance and intonation so that peoples walked therein, people of many kinds and races, and all who saw the Light knew that it was good and loved it and worshiped it for its abundance.
Also in the High Heavens, where no world could count their number, the Light shone into being many servants to carry its hope to the far reaches of every world in every time in every space. They were the Highest of the High, the noblest of the noble, and they were called Algaeni [AL-gey-nahy]. Their very essence was worship to the Creator, the Light that never was to die, and their purpose was to bear its radiance to every being in existence in every world that they might never fall short of the love the Creator had given unto them.
But one there was among the Algaeni that saw all that the Light had done, all that the Creator had made, and he knew what it was to worship, but he did not do so. He became discontented, and he no longer cared to deliver what radiance was given to the worlds. He only longed to shine as bright as the Light that he too might shape worlds from the void with the breath of his radiance. His thoughts became dark, and he would not let the Light shine there. And there was the Shadow.
The shadowed Algaeni longed also to possess a name just as the Sons of the Light had in their own worlds, and so in his desire to shine he called himself the Morning Star, and he grew wrathful in his own vain conceit. He longed to corrupt the other Algaeni, and such was his persuasive desire, that in the High Heavens he started a battle that lasted for many ages of men. The Creator wished that his most precious of creations—the fallen Algaeni—might see what he had lost so dearly, but the foulity of the Shadow had already taken root, and there its decrepit decay festered deep within the heart of the Algaeni until it was something horrible and wretched. And so he was—that Highest of High, that noblest of noble—cast from his seat in the High Courts and all his following with him, and they were banished in turn from both time and space, to walk the void between worlds, and there the Shadow reigned.
On the world Dakteri [Dak-teer-EE], two sons were born to the Emperor thereof, one called Vaont-tel [VEY-ahn-TEEL, the other Daign-tel [DEY-uhn-TEEL], and they worshiped the high Emperor for the Light that he brought them. They loved their Emperor, and they taught also their descendants, the Evari [Eh-VAIR-ahy], to do likewise. Such was the Emperor’s love for his sons, that he bade them cut from the earth a precious stone, which they did, and in their high cities they milled it until it was fine and polished, as smooth as fine glass, and from it day and night shone forth a light that never would die, and if one looked closer still one could see in its glimmering surface the face of the Emperor smiling upon his sons. ‘It is the Lifestone,’ said the Emperor to them, ‘and always so long as you guard it jealously and steel yourselves in the ways I have taught you, the Light never will die, nor the Shadow enslave you.’
The Lifestone was set in their highest city, and there for a thousand years it shone and the darkness could find no place on Dakteri. But the sons of Vaont-tel grew jealous in their lust for the stone and its Light and fearful of the night that reigned for half of the day. Faith in their Father was lost, and to their brothers they said, ‘Let the Lifestone be pierced in two so that one may watch the day, and one may watch the night, and then none may fear.’ But the Sons of Daign-tel would not listen, and so the Sons of Vaont-tel came in the night and they split the Lifestone into two pieces. One they bore away to their own city, there to guard them during the darkest hours. But the stone did not shine anymore with the face of the Emperor, and by day and night all the Light that it held was drained away until there was nothing but darkness left on Dakteri. Then to the sons of Vaont-tel came the sons of Daign-tel, and they said, ‘You have corrupted us! We ought to only have trusted the Emperor. Let he who is our Father be the true source of our Light and our hope, and he will drive away the fear!’ They fell to fighting, Vaont-tel and Daign-tel, and their highest cities were laid in waste. The blood of their peoples corrupted the waters of Dakteri. And the Emperor said, ‘You cannot dwell in this world I have given you anymore for you have brought in the Shadow and made it a place of darkness with your faithless squander.’
And so he sent them away. To the sons of Vaont-tel he said, ‘It will be your curse to walk in the essence of death, to die forever1. I will send you with hope to Earth. Their people are young and already have fallen, but they still have hope enough to fight the Shadow. Now they have need of the strength of others. Watch over them, and keep them safe. Guide them that they might not succumb to the spreading darkness.’
So to earth the sons of Vaont-tel were sent in their sorrow, and they mourned for their home-world and their brothers with whom they had fought so bitterly. But they did not forget what the Emperor had told them, and so for the age of the Earth they began a new war, a war upon the Shadow and its eternal corruption that one world at least might not be held in bondage.
In the High Heavens an Algaeni was born2 who looked on the Sons of Vaont-tel in kindness, for he had been gifted the purpose to show compassion and mercy to the nations who fell to the Shadow. He was one of the seven Archangels, and his name was Râmîêl [Ram-AHY-uhl]. And so he fell in worship before the High Seat in the High Court, and to the Creator, that Almighty One, he said, ‘Let me go with the Emperor’s sons into this new darkness, for they are weak as children and so fall easily to the delusions of the Shadow. But they are also kind and loving and honourable, and you have promised them hope.’
‘Go then,’ said the Creator.
And so Râmîêl went with the sons of Vaont-tel into the Earth, and he was a great leader among them there but counted as a fallen, and on the Earth and to the sons of men were the Sons of Vaont-tel called the Grigori [Grig-AWR-ee], or Watchers, and they were also counted as fallen. Their children among men were called the Nephilim [Nef-EE-leem] (meaning: “those who came down”), and they were mighty men on earth, even unto the end of days, but in latter days they were called once more the Vampyri3 [Vam-PIR-ee], which means ‘Sons of Vampel’, (Vampel is the rudimentary translation of Vaont-tel), and they never forgot their purpose or the hope that one day the Lifestone would be crafted anew and they would go home.
1. I would like to make known that the Sons of Vaont-tel’s curse, ‘to walk in the essence of death, to die forever,’ though it sounds like a terrible thing, actually is not so very different from our own. When Earth fell we were cursed with mortality, to ‘know death’. It was not a thing that men knew before the Shadow first corrupted Earth. The Sons of Vaont-tel’s lives also were taken that they might know their own fallen nature. Such is the consequence of putting one’s self before one’s creator and forgetting from whence we came, thinking instead that we are the source of the Light. It is also noteworthy that Earth, though one of the first worlds to fall, was also one of the only worlds to fight back. Our history is riddled with examples of the Shadows attempt’s to come in, and, though we have been marked as fallen since the Shadow first corrupted Earth, we have always kept up the fight.
2. The word ‘born’ is used here very loosely meaning ‘brought into existence’. Algaeni are messengers, and were not created with the need to reproduce. They all come from the Light as individual as two humans and with equally unique purposes; there is no other Algaeni with the singular purpose of showing the Creator’s compassion and mercy to his people. That Râmîêl also happened to be one of the Seven is of notable interest, for they above all other Algaeni were created to serve the High Throne and were thought to be incapable of becoming Fallen.
3. The word Vampyri is not to be confused with our own English word vampire. While the Vampyri’s curse is quite akin to the vampire’s state of death and it is to be supposed that our own apparitions of death may in fact be a Shadow-induced human by-product of the Vampyri’s curse, for the purpose of the Vampyri’s story, they are entirely different beings and should not be taken to be one in the same. Also, it may be notable that the sometimes confused (by myself) word Vampyria (meaning many Vampyri) is actually the name of the Vampyri’s Earth city and not a substitute for the word Vampyri itself. It was, originally of course, the plural form of Vampyri, but as the language changed Vampyri became the accepted plural form, and Vampyria is now nothing more than a proper noun.
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