The Beginings of the Vampiric Nephalim
Streets glistened with midnight dew, wisps of steam rising in the moon light. The darkness embraced the still sleeping world like an infant cocooned in a blanket. It's here, in the blackest night, that evil thrives on the ebb of the human soul. Unbound and unfettered, roaming the streets of the city like cats on the prowl. The undead walk, crawl and fly, stalking anyone caught roaming outside...in the darkness...in the night...in their time. People, unaware, leaving doors unlocked and windows open. Relying on their Gods to protect them from what the night conceals. The Gods had no combat for Evil's earthly form, until they found the shadow that linked the two worlds. Light and dark, right and wrong, good and evil. All bound by that grey substance, the penumbra, the shadow. Many thought vampires existed only in fairy tales. Grisley monsters devouring the flesh or sultry humanoids engaging in sins of the flesh and coruption of the body and soul. Whatever they maybe, the key to the Gods maintaining balance in the realm of good and evil remained in the potential of these mythic creatures. And so angels were sent to earth to find the vampires and request their assistance.
Yet among the vampires was a legend, a tome wrapped in flesh, inked in blood and enchanted with both good and evil. They called it the "Tome of the Penumbra", or the book of the shadow. And in it was prophesised the rise of the vampire clans, the myth of the daywalker, warnings of the great hunters, hints at the future heros of the vampire nation, and the coming of the angels. The tome fortold of how together angels and vampires would create "the balance". So the vampires waited for the coming of the angels and the angels dreaded the coming distortion of the shadows, for they knew the truth...the "Tome of the Penumbra" had infact been inked by them centuries earlier. And the next chapter would be the total USE of the vampire nation to better the whole world, but somehow that dishonest using of the vampires did not feel right to the Angels. However, under orders from their Gods and bound to the sworn oaths they had to uphold, the Angels forged ahead with prophecy.
Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Uriel and the other archangels lead the brigades of angels into the night, steel in hand, light in their souls to search for the vampires...yet the darkness found them first. Demons sprang forth from the darkest corners and the pavement pulsed with the corrupted filth of zombies and lost souls. Black blood oozed from every festering wound the angels inflicted on the legions of undead, and the fight raged from sundown to sun up nightly. The angels bore their wounds like the proud children of light that they were, standing tall every night, raging into endless batle, and mending their wounds in the day. Broken wings and blood lined the streets. In the morning, the light of the day destoryed the evidence of the nightly street wars, so that human kind may never know of the war that raged under their very noses. The Gods looked down and worried that perhaps they had gone too far with total free will. Night after night the darkness gained ground. Night after night, the angels finite numbers dwindled. Yet their battle did not go unnoticed. The vampires watched, hidden away in the shadows.
The council of elders mulled over the dilemma before them. The Tome spoke of the coming of the angels, but it did not speak of endangering the vampire nation in a war that no one could ever win. Yet it was decided that good needed to maintain balance, if it did not evil would be free to plunder the known world, and the vampires would be doomed to soul-less annhilation. Special squads of Vampire hunters were released into the city to assist the forces of good. More angels were sent to replace those who lost their spirits to the forces of darkness. At the appearance of the Vampires, Gabriel, messenger of the Gods, and second only to the Archangel Michael gave the order to begin the prophecy. For a moment the war stopped, silence became a weight on every creatures chest. Gabriel wondered, only for a moment if this was the wrong move to make, and then that second was gone and the war raged on. The Grigori had come, the prophecy had begun, and the Grigori started by claiming the best of the female vampire warriors, and the prophecy unfolded into it's true and blinding path, a path well out of control of the angels who had penned it..
The Grigori, sometimes called "fallen angels", said to have mated with human women centuries passed, creating "Giants" in the book of Genesis, opening the Bible. They were real and they had returned to the world of men on a mission from the Gods. Take to bed the vampire women and create the solution to maintaining the balance of good and evil. The Vampiric Nephalim. Nephalim were the superhuman offspring of Humans and Angels..Angels with Freewill. The mating was painful, the gestation was quick, and the birthing destroyed the womans body so no other abominations could be conceived. The "Children of the Shadows", as the vampire/angel spawn had come to be called, grew swiftly and at puberty went from mere, powerless humans to a fantastic summation of their heritage.
Their form was spectatular. They found themselves to be beautiful, sultry humanoids, with wings of white feathers, the ability to create minor miracles, and the hunger for blood. They found themselves impervious to all forms of death...save for beheading. Their angel side made them impervious to the typical crosses, holy water, stakes through the heart, and sunlight weakness of vampire lore. The vampire side kept them safe from eye gouges, that could typically destroy an angel's soul, and gave them super human power, speed and the compulsion over human minds.. However, they also retained their human side...and there was no amount of supernatural breeding that could stop the culminations of human thought and the erratic response to human emotions. From this they found that nusaince, free will, back to it's old tricks, and while most of the new army fought for good, a few were coerced into the darkness. It is thought that this was freewill's little way of maintaining the balance in the game of light versus darkness, in it's own distored way, of course.