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The Beginning
Long ago, The Creator descended from the universe and claimed Earth from Its brothers and sisters. The Creator wanted to make life in the form of the perfect being, and thus made watchers. Although, then, they weren’t watchers; they were what legend refers to as angels. These angels were separated into different factions: warriors, whose battle prowess knew no bounds; celestials, who had different abilities that vary from mind-shapers, to morphing, communicating with animals, but not all traits have been discovered, and some have been lost with time; and healers, with self-explanatory talents. They were the kindred of The Creator, Its children, so dear to It because they were the vestiges that made The Creator Itself. They were diverse, strong, intelligent, righteous beings who could not reproduce but were immortal, who lived their endless lives happily on Earth maintaining duality.
Hundreds of years went by and The Creator grew bored with the way of life; such is the way of the undying. And so, humankind was born. The Creator was overly fond of its initial creations and so ascended them to a separate realm, The Ether, where they would watch over this budding new society and guard them, protecting them from the things they themselves had brought to life: fire, ferocious animals, natural disasters, etc.. These humans surprised The Creator and the watchers by becoming independent in their minds and their abilities, producing things not even The Creator could have foreseen.
And then tragedy struck.
A watcher fell in love with a human.
At first, they were happy. Time was endless. They laughed, they shared, they loved. They loved so deeply. So ceaselessly. So carelessly. Yet as time does, it moves on. The watcher remained immortal while in a few short years, the human woman’s time grew nearer its end. It showed first in the lines around her eyes, then through the hair that went from a shimmering brown to being peppered with grey. The watcher had to find a way to make her undying. Or to reverse time. And so the watcher begged of his Creator for help.
The Creator would not allow it. Why remains unknown. Some speculated because The Creator, although benevolent, was still a god with god-like whims. Some murmured even The Creator had physical limits. Some even whispered It was not wholly righteous, but had other tendencies that may not have been so wholesome. Intrinsically, and not known to others, The Creator simply did not like sharing Its children—who, again, were the vestiges of Itself.
The watcher pleaded to his god, asked for help. Stated he would trade his immortality for hers. That he would do anything. Anything. The Creator warned the watcher that should this come to be, in whatever way, he would regret it, lament her, and fall into madness. These implications fell on deaf ears, and instead of waiting for The Creator to acquiesce he implored of his friends for help. They rejected him. He went to the ends of the earth looking for a way to save his beloved. Every seer, every healer, every priestess, every holy man he asked, begged, pleaded.
And then a tale, a fable reached his ears: the ambition of immortality could be achieved by death.
In this fable, the watcher had only to give his dearling some of his divine blood in her last moments and she would rescind into a new dominion filled with unyielding youth and immortality. Eager to see this through, the watcher and his love planned her death.
The Creator watched on with disdain. It did not like that one of Its children was trying to cheat death and do what only It could do; there was a balance—duality—to everything, and the watcher was trying to upset that for himself and only himself. The other watchers scrutinized the injustice, the treachery, warily observing as the events unfolded. Well above the concept of love, they became morbidly fascinated by what they didn’t understand as the abomination brought forth by said love upturned their wildest nightmares. The Creator did not intervene, watching on without mercy, without a shred of remorse for not intervening.
For that is what the human became: an abomination.
Yes, her beauty returned, but her mind was in shambles. She was crazed, savage, bloodthirsty, unyielding in her cravings for flesh. The watcher struggled, for weeks struggled to save his treasured woman, but in the end, for all his planning, he knew not how to take care of her. He didn’t know what she needed to survive. He, again, asked The Creator what he need to do now that he was here, he didn’t understand why she wasn’t just…was. Why wasn’t she like him? Why had her mind deteriorated into…nothing? She bit at him, clawed at him, didn’t understand who he was and what he had went up against for her. He watched her beauty deteriorate and the flesh fall from her bones. Her eyes turned from stunning hazel to a murky red.
In the end, after weeks of self-inflicted torture, she died. She died emaciated, insane, and soulless.
And the watcher deflected.
He forsook The Creator and his kin. He descended from his home into one below the Earth, far from everything he once was and never wanted to associate with again. He wanted to separate from them and he wanted revenge. He saw what his love, his life had become and thus began to prey on humans. To stop his plight from ever happening to him again. He created more, more, more of those creatures to spite those who would not help him.
The first ones he created were like his darling: mindless, murderous beings who simply eradicated everything in their paths. But he found there was a way to use his own innate gifts to make them live longer, move faster, do his bidding. They were hungry enough to do what he wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. Yes, he wanted revenge, and soon he began to use his wraiths to slaughter what The Creator loved so much—yet so little—that one life could not have been spared all those years ago.
The Creator was not happy. The watchers soon became overwrought with wraiths. The humans were turning coarse, no longer happy to thrive; in their fight to stay alive they were turning into ferocious beasts themselves. They all needed help, guidance, insight. The watchers could no longer handle the humans and the wraiths on their own and needed their own army.
But The Creator was tired. So very tired of the bickering, the blood, the hate.
So It removed Itself and left Earth, its realms, and The Ether in its entirety. It abandoned the universe It had created.
The watchers were staggered, but quickly became resolved; if this is what The Creator wanted, then so be it. While they could not create more of themselves to corral the ever-growing population of humans and wraiths, they found they could create something new: the vampire.
Using what they knew of what the treacherous watcher had done, they created the vampire nation. Through the catalyst of natural death, whether it be disease, old age, or battle, the human was given a choice: sustained life and fealty to the watchers, or death. Those that chose the former were then completely drained of their blood and given new by a watcher, and by the night of the new moon a creature would rise, one of defined beauty and heightened senses, as well as a life that would be prolonged. Not forever, no, not forever, but a life that could go on for hundreds of years.
The watchers did not know if they were right or wrong for their creations; their god remained silent. And so, thinking that they were on a path to righteousness, continued on with their making. The vampire were strong, cunning, striking creatures that used their honed senses to defeat their prey. They had minds of their own, resilient like their originators. They could heal from most wounds over a few day’s time. However, the watchers’ embodiments were not perfect: they could not walk in sunlight for their sensitive skin; they could die from fantastical deaths; and the worst was that they had to drink blood every week or two to remain otherworldly. Not lost on the watchers was the irony in the situation: in trying to help humankind they had to take a life source, and were creating atrocities themselves. But the watchers figured in making a being that was so similar to the wraiths, they would better understand and therefore more deftly annihilate them. The watchers tried to find another way to overcome these harrowing oversights, but as that was how the vampire was made, so should it prosper.
Yet while the vampire flourished, so did their counterpart.
And so it was. The early days of man morphed from burgeoning civilization to the metropolises that litter the Earth today. The Creator remains silent, the watchers unseen from their otherworldly base. And on Earth, across all the continents, humankind lives their lives unbeknownst to the endeavors that have been going on for thousands of years between the wraiths and the vampire.​​​​​
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Astra: The realm of The Creator and other gods.
Auras: Colors reflecting emotions only seen by those who have accepted and maintain their beloved.
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Beloved: When a spirit's soul is separated into two beings at the beginning of its creation, it is the recognition of that other half that creates a bond into something whole. Fate brings the two halves of the soul together, sealing the bond for all time, making them beloveds.
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Blackwood: The coven in Winnipeg, Manitoba.
Borne: A vampire who is birthed from two vampires, rather than being made. A rare occurrence.
Crimson Realm: Home of natural borne vampires.
Hell: An area for punishment for evil souls to endure after death.
Made: When a human is turned into a vampire through death at the hands of a watcher. They must be drained of all their blood to turn, and what happens after is a mystery.
Otherworld: A quiet, restful place for souls to go after death.
Realm of Enchantment: Home of the witches.
Realm of the Beast: Home of werewolves.
Spheros: An orb used by the watchers for seeing other realms. Each of the First Arc has one, including Adhamh. What one user was doing, where they were, who they were with, and what they were feeling while exploiting the spheros, anyone else with a spheros could experience. This was a countermeasure set in place by The Creator to make sure that no watcher plotted against another.
The Abeyance: The in-between of worlds after a being dies. It is neither life nor the final resting place of death; rather, a holding place for the soul to accept their fate and prepare to move forward. Sometimes, a soul has to be forced forward.
The Creator: A deity that separated Itself from the universe to create Its own world. Removed from said world, at present.
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The Ether: The home of the watchers. Has different planes.
Vampires: Created by the watchers through natural death to protect humankind by eliminating wraiths. Made to be stronger, faster, more beautiful, and long-lived than humans. Lifespan of ~1000 years, although no one has lived to see longer. Cannot be in direct sunlight and don't show up in photographs. Can only die by a stake through the heart, extreme hemorrhage, forced exposure to sunlight, or decapitation. Some have divine traits from their watcher after being made, like mind-shaping, blending, or control of the elements. Vampires cannot turn humans into vampires.
Watchers: Divine beings who were generated by The Creator in essence of Itself. Tasked with watching over humankind to protect them, they eventually began making vampires to fight against the scourge of the Earth: wraiths. Neither made nor born, watchers are an extract of The Creator Itself, to represent certain facets of the deity. They cannot reproduce, but they cannot die. There is a limited amount in populace because The Creator has stopped making them.
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Wraiths: Made by Adhamh to spite The Creator for not ensuring his lover lived for eternity. They are soulless, mindless, and murderous beings who have been raised from the dead or killed in an unnatural way to do Adhamh's bidding. Their only purpose is to kill humans. When they die they disintegrate into smoke.
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Youngling: A term used to describe a young vampire. See below table for age breakdown, as borne vampires age differently than humans.
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