Zeuberg

"My legal name where I currently reside in the city of Liege, Belgium, is Gaspar Valessi. But that is not my real name. The name I was given some 30,000 years ago, when I was born in a Paleolithic settlement in the region that is now called Germany - the name my father gave me shortly after I was voided, bloody and howling, from my mother's womb - is Gon."

So begins the saga of the immortal Gon, a 30,000 year-old vampire. He recounts his mortal life in prehistoric Germany alongside his male companion, Brulde, and his two wives, the Neanderthal Eyya and his Cro-Magnon mate, Nyala. It details the fearsome events that lead to his transformation from man to undying monster.

Chronicles Of An Ancient Vampire

If the Event was no meteor, I can see you wondering, then what was it?

I can't tell you with any certainty. I only experienced it through the ancient memories of another immortal's senses, but I can tell you what I think it was.

Many modern scientists believe that our reality is merely one universe in a vast celestial froth of universes. That they nestle together like fragile bubbles, each self-contained universe hosting its own unique set of physical laws, eternally separated by curving walls of impregnable space-time. Some even believe that our reality, all that we see and hear and touch and taste, is a holographic projection of events that take place far, far away, perhaps on the inner surface of our own little cosmic soap bubble-- that our world and all that we know, as the Buddhist philosophers have long attested, is simply an illusion.

But what if the membrane that separated our universe from all those others wore thin? What if there was a breach, and something from another reality spilled over into ours?

That is what I believe happened.

I believe the Strix, the symbiont that dwells within us, is a life form from another universe.

Laugh if you want, but I have tasted the memories of this alien being, tasted them in the blood of the First-of-Us himself, and I can think of no better explanation for the visions I've beheld.

I saw a terrible alien world, a world where all life was parasitic in nature, where all living creatures were dream-like and constantly shifting, a starless nightmare world with no beauty, no art, no joy. Only hunger. Endless ravening hunger.

Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps it was merely Hell that I saw.

I prefer to believe there is no Hell. I believe we continue on when we die, that our consciousness persists. I have seen the spirits of the dead myself. But I do not believe in Hell. Hell is just the wishful thinking of spiteful men and women, an imaginary place where they can consign the souls of those who do not suit them. What terrible deity could conceive of such a place anyway? Certainly no god I would want to worship. But I could be wrong. I am just as fallible of the next incarnate fool.

I hope there is no Hell, as I am almost certainly deserving of it. I'll find out soon enough, I suppose. But I digress…

Chapter 236 - The Birth of Death part 11