Rigor Mortis
The first Ancient was a female.
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Lady was the first and only female Ancient who was ever spawned from one of Azrael's body parts. She was created from the brain, thus becoming the only Ancient who inherited not only the knowledge that Azrael possessed, but also had the most controlled of her thirst.
She who called herself Lady was not originated from a dead body, but one of a living. The girl she used to be was at the wrong place at the wrong time at the time, attacked and consumed and blended and molded into one with Azrael's brain. When she woke, she was no longer the girl she was. She had no memory of the human, had no slightest recollected of who the previous individual was supposed to be. She knew only one awareness—Azrael's. She knew of what had transpired, that the other angels had cut up her 'father' into seven different parts as punishment for drinking another angel's blood.
She said 'father', because he was the origin of her, yet she was a completely separate entity from him. She was she, and he was he. It did not matter that she had his memories. She had her own thoughts and awareness.
She knew that there were other body parts out there, could feel them in subtle hums from different parts of the earth. And so she went on a search of her father's other body parts. She found them and placed them near the graveyards, just like the place where she first found herself at. In time, three of those body parts too spawned with other corpses.
It astonished her that they were not so quite like her—none of them were in league with her. Upon discovering these spawned creatures, they admit to have no memory of their 'father' nor able to resist the temptation of blood. In fact, for the first sight of chance, they ripped open those poor unfortunate humans into pieces and sucked out all of their blood, while Lady watched from afar, eyes twinkling with amazement.
She noticed of how strange the other spawns are. Not just on how they looked, but also on everything. She compared herself to them and found that they thought differently from her. She thought that the other body parts would have waited for unlucky trespassers in the graveyard, just like hers. She did not want to intrude the progress, afraid they would come out differently. They ended up different, anyway.
Unlike her who retained the original body's smooth and youthful skin, theirs dried up and wrinkled in unusually rough and uneven surfaces. She could move with ease even after her spawning process had just finished, they stumbled and struggled as a result for using dead muscles as their host.
Waiting, in the silence. She remembered being patient. She remembered on how to wait and strike at the perfect timing. Then came the devouring part, which she found was a very blissful reward. So young and full of life. So full of tasty, fresh blood. That was how she was able to get this 'beautiful, angelic appearance', as the villagers liked to describe her as. Her body managed to retained its outer appearance, while her inside was filled with subtle, controlled thirst.
Not only that, but Lady only needed to feed once every month; did not even need to drink plenty and kill her donor. Worms, bigger in size than her 'siblings', comes out from her skin ever so smoothly and moved, scratching throughout the villagers at night and consumed upon their blood while those humans remained unaware in their peaceful sleep. And once they are one, the worms returned, leaving the humans as they were.
The other spawns killed and drank as much blood as they could find in their path, uncaring of what resulted in the way. When they fed, their worms, much smaller in size, did not return but remain inside the corpses. It was not long before those corpses her 'siblings' fed from arised—and just their them—fed upon the humans. Soon, it became inevitable for villagers to be aware of their existence. Blood suckers, vampires; they are many names of which they called them.
Lady took the remaining three body parts that had not spawned and placed them next to some freshly killed bodies. She left them to spawn on their own without guidance, unlike the first three. She disappeared silently, never showing herself upon the others. Some time passes, and they began to call themselves the Ancients, as part of their origin, their father, was older than other beings that crawl on this earth.
It has been millenias since the last sign of Lady. None of the Ancients ever seen her since their first meeting. Some of them have never even met her at all.