Prologue: Bringers of Decay and Fallen Angels
Bringers of Decay and
A Genesis of Evil
Before the dawn of the world as we know it, the great
Gods and Goddesses, angelic beings, devas, genii and nature spirits were born
whole from the Wellspring of All, which is called Kether. They were created out
of love to always tend and care for the beings who would be born on the
developing worlds in the material universe. Yet while the Heavens were still
taking shape, a group of these spirits began to believe that they knew more
than the power that had created them. And some among the Gods and Goddesses
came to care more about power than about the developing Universe over which
they had been given stewardship. These wicked deities were cast out of the
Heavens and the evil angels who followed them were also exiled. Swearing
revenge on those who had spurned them, they began to seduce the minds of the
developing children of the Universe that had been created out of love by the
Lord and Lady of Kether.
On the developing worlds in the material universe which
is called Assiah, many of the children began to assume a crude imitation of the
higher beings who watched over them. Most followed the path of the Benevolent
Ones who had created and guided them. But some followed the blighted path of
those who promised power over others. These were filled with an unholy passion.
Seeing the intensity of their emotions, the evil angels were intrigued. Some of
them entered the bodies of these young beings, possessing them, controlling
them. And over time, many of the fallen angels forgot that they had once been
celestial beings, but subconsciously remembered the power they once held and
their former immortality. Desperate to re-achieve that once immortal status and
break free from the cycle of reincarnation, they heeded the voices of their
former companions, the unholy deities of corruption and decay. The Fallen
committed horrific acts under the direction of their immortal, unholy masters,
giving rise to a race of Undead, a perverted offspring of incarnate mortals and
fallen angels and a mockery of the Divine. Thus have vampires existed since the
dawn of humanity. The first are rumored to have come from the lost continent of
Lemuria, which formed a land bridge between the Malay Archepelago and Asia some 55 million years ago. The late medium Madame
Helena Blavatsky spoke of a race of highly intelligent apelike humanoids who
were capable of mind control and telepathy. Most people laugh at Blavatsky’s
assertions; but there are those who know better.
In the time of Lemuria, a group of these beings sought to
dominate the other early humanoids, believing themselves to be superior. They
saw the other humans as lower than herd animals and treated them with a
contempt and brutality. Inspired by the telepathic communications from hideous
ancient gods mercifully forgotten in this modern age, the Superior Race
enslaved and experimented on the lesser beings, sacrificed them, and consumed
their flesh at ritual celebrations. They were especially fond of eating the
brain and heart and drinking the blood, as they believed consuming the brain
would enhance their own telepathic abilities, the heart would bring them
strength, and the blood would lengthen their lives. As the dreaded ancient
Gods, horrible beings far older than the earth itself promised, the Superior
Race changed swiftly. From consuming the brains of the other humanoids and
ancient dolphin-like sea mammals, their telepathic abilities increased tenfold.
From consuming animals such as the wolflike creatures that walked the night
they experienced improvement in their night vision so drastic that daylight
began to hurt their eyes and they preferred to be out after dusk. And from
consuming these wolf-kind and other strong animals, their strength multiplied
to ten times that of the lesser hominids. For their obedience to the terrible
Great Old Ones, their lifespan increased to the point of virtual immortality.
Thus were the Vampires born.
The benevolent deities were horrified by what was
happening on the young Earth. They smote the evil race, destroying the
continent of Lemuria to stop their spread. But some Night Stalkers managed to
escape. They slowly spread their taint wherever they settled, though their race
no longer held the mastery it had in Lemuria. The survivors vowed to regain
mastery of the Earth even if it should take an eternity. This is the story of a
pair of these immortals and those whose lives they touched. They were brothers,
princes and heirs to the throne of a long and unjustly forgotten kingdom, a
province in what is now Romania
at the time of the reign of the family Dracul in Wallachia.
Called Stracha, it sat by the sea near Moldavia
and Wallachia and was a place hailed for its
beauty, prosperity and the benevolence of its rulers. It is also the tale of an
ancient and fearsome being who brought the plague of immortality to these
princes, casting fair Stracha into undeserved oblivion. Long-lived though this
being was, he was a mere babe compared to those who had bestowed upon him the
curse of immortality, and they were but infants compared to the ancient undying
evil that had spurred their creation.
The vampire race was perfected as the human race evolved
and new civilizations arose. Beloved were they of the powerful but lesser-known
malevolent deities warned of by Howard Phillips Lovecraft and others in tales
thought to be fiction. Kali, merciless Indian goddess of death, helped increase
the power of those who made sacrifices to her. In Egypt, the cunning and manipulative
Set took up their cause. In Mesopotamia the
cult rose to power again when Lamashtu gave them newfound glory through blood
sacrifice. But this rise to greatness truly began anew in lost Atlantis where
the race almost achieved world domination. This is why the benevolent Gods had
to destroy Atlantis as they had Lemuria. Many lives were lost on that fateful
day, many who loved one another were separated.
the wheel of reincarnation shall ever turn. None of those souls that lived in
lost Atlantis were destroyed in that calamity. With successive incarnations the
calamity that ended their physical existence in that lifetime was consciously
forgotten. But late at night many lifetimes later the more enlightened of them
would dream of that fearsome event and would wake in a cold sweat.
book occurs near the end of a story of a great battle for the souls of this
world. This is a story of love and loss, of triumph and destruction, and of the
knowledge that nothing in this world will last forever. It is a story of the
fear of death, the pain of betrayal and the triumph of the eternal soul. It is
a story of ties that cannot be severed, kindnesses that cannot be forgotten,
longing that cannot die. But souls are not of this world. They shall never die.
Within each soul is a limitless capacity for love. Each being was created with love
by a benevolent source. The love within us can never die. The soul is eternal
and love is eternal.
This is, if you will, a love story.
Thoth, Scribe of the Holy
Copyright 2007 by Lily Strange