CHAPTER 3
ORIGINS
Before there were any supernatural beings on earth, there existed only the Creator and his legion of angels. Lucifer was above all other angels in heaven. His appearance was beautiful and striking. He embodied perfection and radiated light and glory. He was the chief commander and worked in the throne room of God.
One day, God had a private meeting with his son, and Lucifer was not included. Overcome with anger and jealousy, he began a campaign to prove to every angel that he was above their Creator. He became proud of his wisdom and all the glory that God had blessed him with. Gradually, over one third of the angels in Heaven chose to ally themselves with Lucifer instead of worshiping God. The divine Creator made tireless efforts to make his beloved angel see the error in his ways and repent. And although Lucifer almost surrendered, he would not let go of his pride and humble himself. He was too proud to admit that he was wrong.
Through time, Lucifer became entrenched in his arrogance and consumed with egotistic pride. God could no longer influence him. With a heavy heart, he stripped Lucifer of his honorable rank and banished him out of the gates of Heaven along with the angels that chose to follow him. They were exiled forever.
No longer was he the most treasured angel of God, but was given a new name; Satan. Consumed with hate and a viscous vendetta, he vowed to destroy and corrupt all that his maker had created. Lucifer walked the earth, unrecognizable, untraceable, and masterfully deceptive. He swore that one day, the human race would worship him instead of the divine Creator. He vowed to exalt his throne beyond Heaven.
Meticulously, he began to weave a web of manipulated lies, so that he could corrupt mankind and collect as many souls before dragging them to Hell with him. Politicians would become pawns on his chessboard, and Lucifer would be the iron fist that would move them to wherever he pleased.
He waged war with God and was confident that civilization would fail to prevail with goodness. People would slowly begin to believe that Satan was their “lord and savior,” and he planned to enforce this trickery through an evil agenda that would transition societies and advance them so far to a new age; a new world order. A one world government, speaking one universal language, and practicing one faith; Satanism. Science would dominate religion, and the name of the Father who was creator of all things, would fade from the hearts of humanity.
Lucifer always knew that he was the most beautiful angel in Heaven. He became the prince of the air, seductive in all aspects, and his beauty became so deceptive. His wicked ways led him astray from God’s glorious path for him. His maker had given freewill to all his beloved beings, and his only desire was to be loved in return, and see the purity of that emotion grow between all his creations. If he forced it and programmed it within the nature of angels and humankind, how would that love have been real? That is why he offered a choice and did not stop any angel who wished to join Lucifer.
These angels that departed Heaven became well known as “demons.” Their wings were no longer white, but black, and they no longer resided in their Creator’s paradise, but within the fiery pits of Hell where Satan had created his kingdom. Lucifer believed that God was arrogant and selfish, demanding everything he had breathed life into, to worship him. When he refused to repent, his future became a dark one. He strongly believed that he could become his own god, and so he sought to enslave humanity by deceiving every living soul into thinking that God’s existence was non-existent, even if it meant tricking people into believing that the Devil was not real. At least he would be winning. He strived to become the God of the human world. He took immense delight in the destruction of humanity.
God did his best to show his humans how to walk on the road of righteousness and step into the light. He wanted his mortal children to believe that there was eternal life after death, and that they could reside within his garden of paradise forevermore. But Lucifer was smart and was good at manipulating people into believing that all the material things of this world were more important, even though nothing would last. God promised eternal life within the Kingdom of Heaven, while Satan spewed lies that would damn every sinner to Hell.
The Lord went as far as sacrificing his own son on the cross to die for the sins of humanity. But it wasn’t enough to gain devout faith and loyalty from his children. Once again, Lucifer was still misleading the people of the world. Everything about human nature repulsed him, and so he sought to destroy God’s cherished humans by persuading them to destroy each other.
Lucifer used several instruments to influence the masses. As time progressed and societies shifted to a more technological era, literature, media, music, and movies were predominantly utilized to condition people. Singers, celebrities, models, and actors became worldwide idols. Their faces plastered everywhere in the media, subliminally baring the mark of the beast, to glorify the name of Satan and mind control the population into a worldwide brainwash.
There was a point in time where people used to worship statues, “idolatry,” and even though God anointed many prophets to show people his existence and eternal love, Lucifer still fooled the flock of sheep and made the majority follow him instead of the Lord. What is the difference between idol worship in ancient history and idol worship at present? The only difference is that people used to worship statues, and now they worshipped people, plastering posters on their walls and placing these “idols” so high on a pedestal as if they were a god, when in reality they were just ordinary human beings.
Many a time, Satan’s followers asked him, “If you are like God now, where is your creation?”
And they were right to be skeptical. Lucifer had so much power on earth, and yet he possessed nothing of his own making, no children created in his image to embrace his laws and his way of life. He began to scheme and was on the precipice of producing a race that would be so powerful and so evolved that the human race would be a mockery in comparison. He wanted to show his demons that he could become his own God and generate his own civilization, just like God created Adam and Eve.
Satan believed that humanity was the lowest creation to ever exist, and so he assembled an army of night walkers that would feed only on human blood to satisfy their hunger. He created the Vampire; a new species that would possess the gifts of acute hearing, superior predatory speed, and psychic compulsion. This ability would allow any vampire to manipulate the human mind and bend it to their will. But most of all, Lucifer’s greatest gift to this new evolution of man, was eternal youth and immortality. A vampire would never age, and the only way they could be killed was by a stake through the heart.
When were these “mythological beings” created? During the Middle Ages in the 13 th century. Where? Transylvania, a historical region of modern day Romania. Lucifer entrusted one of his kings of Hell, the demon Bael, to ascend to earth in the disguise of a false prophet that would lead the Pagans to the Enlightened One, the Lord of the Light, the Light Barer… Lucifer. Of course, this was unbeknownst to the humans. They had many enemies that were invading their villages, killing their people with the sole purpose to eliminate Paganism.
When Bael finally arrived, he demonstrated a series of “miracles” to deceive the tribe and gain the trust of the people. They immediately believed he was their true prophet. With a war approaching, Bael preached to the masses, spreading a compassionate message that the Lord of the Light had not forsaken them. Through a short period of time, he deceived and brainwashed the Pagan priests to participate in a satanic blood sacrifice that would give them immortality and superior strength to fight against their enemies.
On the hour of which the earth was most vulnerable to demonic trespassing, six Pagan priests sacrificed the blood of the innocent on the sixth month of the sixth day in the year 1200. Following this sacrifice, they were instructed by their “prophet” to sacrifice themselves by forming a pentacle painted in the blood of their sacrifice. Once the pentacle was complete, the priests would then form a triangle outside and inside of the pentacle. They were to drink the sacrificial blood before pledging their allegiance to the Lord of the Light. The final step of the ritual was to slit their throats and trust in their god to bring them back to life. Bael promised them that they would be resurrected as immortals. The blood of the innocent would restore their physical appearance and rejuvenate their bodies. The Pagan people watched the old priests rise from the dead, just as Bael promised. They awoke thirty years younger, stronger, deadly, and immortal. The first six original vampires were created that night through demon magic. Lucifer had succeeded. Bael offered them with the first Satanic bible to ever be written and passed down on earth; the book of Illuminatos, The Enlightened Ones. The Pagan priests were not aware that they had made a deal with the Devil.
“You must walk in the darkness for nearly a century’s time, so that you may wipe out your enemies,” Bael warned. “But fear not, the Lord of the Light will bless you if you serve him well. You will not be a slave to the night forever.” He lied.
All six vampires knew what they had to do now, as their false prophet parted ways, never to return again. They peacefully gathered their followers in the village, and made them consume their blood before snapping their necks so that they could wake up immortal. Any human within the tribe that resisted and ran was captured and forced to meet their new fate. Child, mother, father… no one was spared. The Pagans successfully transitioned, except for the children. Their immune systems were too weak to handle the metamorphosing DNA. None of the families grieved over the loss of their dead offspring, because they no longer possessed a soul. Lucifer had full possession of that. The priests had sold their souls to the greatest evil without even realizing it.
Man was created in God’s image, and the vampires were created in the Devil’s. Everything wicked, deceptive, and darkly alluring personified the vampire race. Lucifer had not created his own civilization, he had only corrupted God’s creation. This was nothing to be proud of, and yet, all he could feel was a strong sense of pride because now he had the upper hand. Lucifer laughed in the face of his Creator for attaining such a feat. His demonic race of night walkers were expanding by the masses, raiding and pillaging villages, massacring innocent civilians by the thousands. He was truly pleased with himself.
Satan had an agenda for the gullible people of the world, but those plans came to a screeching halt when the humans discovered ways to fight back and kill the vampires. The strongest, most agile men and women across Europe were selected to become vampire slayers, pledging allegiance to their leader and making it their life’s purpose to killing off the blood suckers to extinction. But their efforts were fruitless. For every vampire they killed, another thousand would be turned. Too many people were dying, and the population of vampires were almost reaching half the human population. This was only within a time span of a year since their creation.
Meanwhile, God patiently watched. He always watched and saw everything. There was a loud discord in Heaven, as the angels protested and implored the Lord to allow them to intervene and help the humans. Archangel Gabriel often challenged his Creator and asked him why he would not destroy the vampires. He certainly had the power to do it, but God’s response was always that there was a “greater plan.” All of Lucifer’s actions were leading to the final step of that outcome that God had already foreseen. Gabriel begged for permission to descend to earth and even the playing field so that the people of the world would have a fighting chance. Lucifer had unleashed a holy war, and Gabriel could not stand back and watch the human race die at the fangs of these Hell demons. They were an abomination, a ridicule of God’s creation.
“Why are you allowing Lucifer to corrupt everything good that you have created? Please, father, please allow the Legion of Light to serve in your glorious honor and save all that you have worked hard to bless with the breath of life,” Gabriel once said.
And so the divine Lord, creator of all that was good and pure, allowed Archangel Gabriel to travel the realms and change one man’s stars forever; a man by the name of Ulrich Vaughn Godwyn. He was a valiant knight who served under an Anglo-Saxon monarch.
The year was 13 th century 1201, when Sir Godwyn lay bleeding on a frozen battlefield against French invasion. On the verge of reaching his final seconds of life, a majestic angel flew down from the sky and knelt at his side. On both arms he wore silver gauntlets, his chest was muscled to perfection, his skin smooth and flawless, and his black hair was sleek and shining. The beauty of this angel was out of this world, as was the physical appearance of all other angels. No human being could ever compare to their magnificent allure. The angel was clothed in a long white garment that was wrapped below his waist, and on his feet he wore black leather sandals that were strapped around his shin and calves. He stretched his big white wings inwards and placed a hand on Ulrich’s wounded forehead.
“Be still, Ulrich Vaughn Godwyn,” his voice soothed Ulrich’s soul with such harmony he had never known before. “You will soon find peace, I promise.” It was the angel Azrael that had spoken those words. He was the Archangel of death. He was ready to take the dying man’s soul to Heaven, when he stopped and sensed someone’s presence.
Once he turned around, he noticed a tall physique materializing in the distance. It was the Archangel Gabriel, and he wasn’t alone. A beautiful white wolf with glowing blue eyes was obediently trotting by his side. The snow beneath Ulrich’s body had turned crimson, as he profusely bled out. Azrael didn’t need to question Gabriel’s visit, he understood right away that Ulrich’s fate had altered within a blink of an eye because it was the will of the Lord.
“He won’t be dying today, my brother,” Gabriel said aloud, placing his hand on Azrael’s shoulder.
The angel of death kneeled down once more and looked into Ulrich’s fading grey eyes. “Your destiny has changed, brave one. You are a good man. You have served our Lord well, that is why he has chosen you. This is his blessing to you.”
Ulrich shivered in the freezing temperature, confused, half conscious, and uncertain if he was dead or alive. He muttered prayers as best he could, as his eyes darted from Azrael’s to Gabriel’s face. “My wife… my children…” he uttered in heaving breaths.
“You will return to them, Ulrich Godwyn,” Answered Gabriel.
“The Kingdom of Heaven awaits you,” said Azrael. “But it is not your time to go. Not yet. God has a plan for you.”
The winged angels gazed at him with kindness and compassion, while snowflakes fell from the sky and melted on Ulrich’s face. Time had slowed down, as soldiers rode on horseback, running through the battlefield and striking their enemies in slow motion.
“Bring the wolf,” Azrael requested, “He’s ready.” He reached out to touch the wolf’s head and then placed his other hand on Ulrich’s forehead, delivering his soul to the realm of reincarnation. Within seconds, the white wolf dropped to the ground with no heartbeat. And just as quick as his life force was drained, the wild animal was risen from the dead with Ulrich’s soul resurrected inside the beast.
Gabriel crouched down low and held the wolf’s face. He stared directly into its eyes and noticed that they were no longer blue, but grey. “You have a new mission now, gallant warrior. I trust you understand what was happened to you.”
Ulrich gave a little nod, wagging his tail. No longer was he scared or confused. God had given him all the clarity he needed to realize his greater purpose. He scurried away from the Archangels and disappeared through the blizzard. The very first Lycan had finally been born.
Within twenty four hours, Ulrich Godwyn’s army of hundreds were bit by a white wolf and transformed into shape shifting wolves by sun rise. The lycans expanded their pact through the coming months, and were actively hunting the vampires all across Europe.
Unlike their adversaries, lycans were able to walk in the sunlight, and their advantage was that their bite was deadly. They had full control over their shape shifting, transforming to a wolf whenever they pleased. Their life expectancy was the same as a human’s, and they could not attack or kill any person while in their beast form because God forbade it. Lycans could not be killed with silver bullets, nor were they cursed by the moon. Their sole purpose was to kill the vampire population.
Decades passed and the lycans kept hunting and killing vampires. Lucifer was not happy about this unexpected retaliation. Worried that his vampire race would soon die off, the Devil discovered a way to break free from his invisible spirit realm for one hour and cross over to the physical plane of the mortals. A prophecy was set in motion upon his arrival, 85 years post vampirism.
Lucifer had selected a young girl to mate with and impregnate. She was a sixteen year old virgin and was raised as an orphan. When her mother brought her to the world, she abandoned her baby on the concrete steps of a convent that was built on English soil. A group of nuns discovered the infant and decided to take her in. They named the child, Mary-Elize. She was hidden away within the sanctimonious walls of the convent ever since, until she turned sixteen.
*****
It was a midsummer’s night when Lucifer entered Mary-Elize’s bedroom chamber. He was disguised as the handsome servant boy who worked in the kitchen, Thomas. She was in love with him. Through effortless seduction, he managed to seduce her and fornicate with her in sin. Unable to resist temptation, Mary-Elize succumbed to her carnal desires and lay with the Devil himself. Lucifer had accomplished his goal.
When Mary-Elize saw Thomas the next day, she wanted to reminisce over their passionate love making, but Thomas was confused, angry, and hurt. He felt a strong sense of betrayal and told her that it was not him she had surrendered her chastity to. No matter how hard she tried to explain what happened, he couldn’t believe her. Both young lovers were heartbroken and Mary-Elize was even more devastated when he rejected her love and called her a whore. Things only worsened when the young girl’s belly began to swell through the months. She did not understand what was happening to her, and when one of the nuns found out that she was with child, she was mercilessly thrown out and left to fend for herself. Mary-Elize was, alone, penniless and desperate.
She gave birth in the woods during a sweltering summer afternoon when she was walking back from the market. The poor girl was in labor for long hours, crying out in pain, but her cries of agony fell on deaf ears. She screamed and kept pushing until her baby was born. With tears in her eyes, Mary-Elize picked up her newborn son and cradled him in her arms. She found herself in the innocence of her newborn child, and it was then that she realized that he was worth all the suffering.
“You are the most beautiful baby to grace this world,” she wept. “I shall always love you forever and ever. You’re all that I have now.” Tears fell from her saddened eyes that were the color of alabaster grey.
The infant had stopped crying and miraculously opened its eyes, staring right through his mother. A calming sense of tranquility befell upon them as she softly spoke to him. “I was the loneliest soul in the world, but now I am no longer lonely… no longer…” Her breathing became shallow. “Alone.”
Unfortunately, his time with his mother was short lived, as Mary-Elize bled out and died holding her child in her arms.
*****
A young girl was skipping in the woods with her older brother walking behind her. She was around the age of twelve and was humming a folk-song her father would always sing to her. They were returning home from the market, when they heard the wailing cries of a baby. Being curious by nature, she ran towards the echoing signals of distress.
“Jane, wait!” her brother cried out.
“I hear a baby! Run faster, John!” She followed the sound, striding past the green trees, as the soil kicked back beneath her boots.
The crying got louder and louder, until Jane stopped dead in her tracks. She was a lively little girl with doe-like eyes that were a soft green. Her flushed cheeks were sprinkled with freckles, and her face was framed with long curly locks that were the color of honey.
“Jane, I thought I told you not to…” John stood still, completely frozen as he tried to catch his breath.
“Look,” said Jane, pointing at the crying child. “It’s a baby,”
“The mother must’ve died during birth.” Her brother immediately dashed to the dead girl’s side and shut her eyes. He noticed that the baby was still connected to the umbilical cord. Having helped his mother through a pregnancy at home, John knew what he had to do. He quickly pulled out his pocket knife and cut the cord, separating the infant from his mother.
“It’s a boy,” he said, wrapping the red shawl that belonged to Mary-Elize, around the baby. “Hand me the basket, Jane.”
She did as her brother instructed, still shaken up after seeing a dead body for the first time.
John was about to place the baby inside, when he noticed a faded birthmark on his right forearm. It almost blended in with his skin color and looked like a triangle that was an inch in height.
“John, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He gently placed the infant in the basket. “We can’t just leave him out here, he will die.”
“What about his mum?” Jane asked.
“I can’t bury her, I don’t have a shovel. If we waste another minute out here, I’m afraid we might lose the baby. Let’s head home. Mother and father will know what to do with him.”
And so the two siblings headed back to their farm with the orphaned child, unaware that he was the product of the most unholy union. The little baby was fortunately adopted into the Knight family. He was officially given the name, Theodore Axel Knight.
As a child growing up, Theo developed a very close bond with his siblings and was incredibly loved by his parents. Two years after his adoption, the Knights were blessed with another child, a daughter named Abigail. Theo finally had someone he could play with through his primary stages of life. And the older he got, the more protective he was of Abby. She resembled their sister, Jane, but was more beautiful and had blue eyes.
James and Isobel Knight raised Theo as if he were truly one of their own. They kept the truth behind his birth a secret, thinking it was not necessary for him to know and dwell on sadness. His father was a farmer and very devout in his faith in the Lord. Despite Theo’s Christian upbringing, he never felt a true connection with God. He always felt out of place when it came to religion, but that didn’t take away from his loving, caring, and charming nature. The more he matured through adolescence, the more handsome he became. There was something about his presence that made every young woman swoon over him, including his sister Abigail. Of course, they were not blood related, but as soon as Abby turned sixteen, her dreams were sexual torture. She loved her older brother dearly, and was confused as to why she was feeling these subtle feelings of attraction towards him. She couldn’t understand it, but dared not cross any boundaries, as she was sure it was only a phase that would pass as quick as the changing seasons.
On Theo’s nineteenth birthday, he went horseback riding with Abigail one afternoon. When they returned, everyone inside their village had been massacred and their houses set on fire. They both feared the worst when they rushed home and found their parents and older siblings dead; their burning corpses left to hang on a tree.
Theo and Abigail were the sole survivors. His sister was absolutely devastated, but there was no time to grieve. He knew he had to get her to safety. Whoever the enemies were, had clear intent to kill everyone. And if there was any chance of them coming back, Theo did not want to risk it and stick around.
They rode on horseback for two nights straight, until they reached another village within the kingdom.
