Vahlencei Origins Pt. 2

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Debate between the Angels of Free Will and the Angels of Guidance grew heated. First voices were raised to emphasize points of view, then words of the absolute became common, resulting in polarization of the two factions. From discussion to debate to argument, the conflict increased in passion—until fatefully, an angel from the free will group drew his weapon in anger. Yet it was an Angel of Guidance who struck first, lashing out in anger and fear.

Terrible war followed, and Earth was drenched in the aetherial blood of angels. For an age and an age, the factions battled, and as the conflict escalated, The Origin saw Earth soaking up the blood, and knew both viewpoints would be innate in every life place or created on Earth. Further hostilities were no longer necessary.

The Origin stopped the War of Angels, and forbade further direct violence between the sides. His decision had been made. Conscious life would have free will, though the blood of the Angels of Guidance running through the souls meant that they were open to divine guidance. The Origin put a limit on guidance, though, in order to try to stop the angels from using mortals as proxies for their war. Only those who asked for guidance could receive aid.

And yet the ephemeral nature of divine guidance left promptings open to interpretation. To solve this dilemma, The Origin created the Vahlencei. He created one hundred of us, and tasked each with a specific duty. To one was given the responsibility for all of the water creatures. Another received the injunction to watch and guide mammals, another was charged with avians, and so forth.

Seven of the Vahlencei, The Origin set aside to guide the others, and to provide a neutral board to arbitrate disputes. Each of the seven had a specific task: Historian, Judge, Mediator, Messenger, Advocate, Defender, Counselor.

Given that the Vahlencei are spiritual in nature, The Origin gave them certain abilities that would allow them to affect the material world. He also gave them the ability to create others like them from mortal souls, using elements of universal chaos. Yet even though He had given this ability, the souls so altered grew twisted and abhorrent to Him. He turned away from all those so twisted, ashamed at this tool he’d created for the Vahlencei. Universal chaos, however, can only affect those souls attached to a mortal body. At death, when the immortal soul departs the mortal shell, the twisting bonds of chaos fall away, leaving the soul pure in His sight.

Taken as a group, the Vahlencei were tasked with material guidance and manipulation of the elements of His creation. And in the early days of the Earth, the Vahlencei were effective in managing the Earth. As time went by, life spread across the surface, and in the waters, of the Earth. It became too much for the Vahlencei. So the Council of Seven unanimously asked The Origin to create more Vahlencei, and The Origin complied.

One hundred more Vahlencei were created. Equal with the original Vahlencei in all but experience, these new Vahlencei were assigned by the Council of Seven to oversee humanity at a more detailed level than the several who were originally assigned. These new Vahlencai reported to the original set assigned to the humans.

–From Vampiric History by Innastartan, Historian and Archivist of the Vahlencei, the True Vampires

I hope you have enjoyed this origin story. I know I enjoyed writing it.

Cat Wars: The Factions


I’m living in a feline war zone. There are five cats in the house, divided into two factions. The upstairs faction: The Nervous Ninjas. The downstairs faction: The Pissed-off Psychos. There’s kind of a time-share cold war going on right now. Except for a couple rooms designated “home territory”, the cats are separated by time, rather than place.

The Nervous Ninja faction is comprised of two cats. Teazer is the curious one. She’s the one who is always first into a new situation, seeking places and food. She’s small and perpetually has her tail curved under. If human psychology applied to felines, she’s had learned helplessness beaten into her by her brother all the while they were growing up (until he tried to bully a dog and got mauled for it). Thus, Teazer is the ninja of the group, hiding, sneaking, and suddenly appearing on my lap without warning. Rika is probably the biggest cat in the house…but she grew up around Teazer and very few visitors to the house. So she kind of picks on Teazer a bit and thinks she’s the boss kitty. Problem is, she’s skittish. I’ve seen her go from lounging in the middle of the floor in the I-own-this posture to teleporting across the room when someone shifted their seat on the couch. Oh, and as a ninja, she totally fails: she always announces her presence.

The Pissed-off Psycho faction is comprised of three cats, though there really is only one active member of the faction. Koshka is Teazer’s counterpart. She’s nervous and perfectly willing to be bottom cat as long as she’s left alone. She not only has a tendency to hide, she stays hidden, rarely being seen. She’ll hiss at some of the other cats, but it’s usually a trot-by hissing and is usually ignored by the other cats of the faction. Polly is the grande dame of the group. Old and crotchety, she swats all the other cats out of general principle. She’s too cranky to actually be malicious toward the others. She feels safe and secure in her position as top kitty. Lucy is the inspiration for the name “Pissed-off Psychos”. She is one of those cats that were snipped as soon as feasible and thus has the perma-kitten look. She’s sweet and cute and cuddly…as long as none of the other faction is around. Then she does one of two things, pretends she’s docile then literally jumps on the other’s back and latches onto their neck the moment they start to walk away, or she simply charges on sight.

I think if it weren’t for Lucy, the others would get along just fine…or at least cordially ignore each other. But Lucy is on the war path. She crouches by the door behind which the Nervous Ninjas sleep. She sticks her paw under the door and slashes around even when none of the other cats are near. Rika has taken to taunting Lucy, though, by sitting just out of range and not even flinching when the paw shoots under the door to grab. Oh yes, and Lucy tries to dig under the door to get at the Ninjas. (Note to self: replace carpet with sandpaper, maybe she’s file her nails while she’s trying to dig, because I don’t think the discomfort would deter her.)