Cornelius' descendant tells when he first met the vampire god

I know I look 30 years old, but if I had to confess to you my true age, it's more along the order of 2,500 years. There is something I want to tell you about the blood a vampire has, it is a separate entity, yet is the vampire. When you give that blood to a live creature, it transforms them, very close to what a vampire is, but it is not in full control, since the life essence is that final line it cannot overcome.

But, it is far more separate in a living creature, than it is in a vampire. Imagine then in a being that is millions of years old. 

Cornelius told me, one time, he met angels. When they tried to brag about how they were at the beginning of time, Cornelius said, it was not so, because he was there before they were made. When they said they could clearly see his age written on him, a power most spiritual beings possess, out popped a blood twin of Cornelius and repeated, that it had been there when they were created.

When one of the angels went to attack Cornelius, he merely snapped his finger and the angel poofed out of existence, but not just out of existence. His entire existence was wiped from time itself. The angels, who are not slaves to time, like humans are, however, knew that Cornelius had wiped the angel from history, but were aware that it had existed before it was no more. Slowly their memories of the angel faded too.

It was then that one of the angels asked if they should worship Cornelius. An archangel approached Cornelius and grabbed him by the chin and turned his face, this way and that, to see if he had some sort of mark on him. When he found nothing, he looked at the blood being, but dared not approach. Cornelius said that he had no name and that he was above time, and even angels have to obey time, but he does not. He is outside of all the laws of nature.

It was this being that approached me, one night. He introduced himself and sat down in my small temple. I was writing. He said he was my direct ascendant. He then quoted my line for 12 generations.

You see, in those days, we didn't have last names. We would quote our lines to each other. Hopefully someone in that line would be famous, so that the person you're speaking to, knows either, where you come from, or who your people are.

With quoting my own line to me, and going back 12 generations, much more than I could do, I was assured he was one of my progenitors, but I had no idea he was ... THE progenitor. For 30 nights he came to me. He bid to stay with me, in my temple. I was very much obliged, being a respecter of my kinsmen. He would leave me notes, about people, who were trying to get over on me. I thought nothing of it, and thought it was a talent he had. I too had the same talent, but not as direct, like him. He could see them walking up, and tell me before they even entered what was about to occur.

My temple became popular. The king of the land, who sat in the house called pharaoh, for that is what we called it. It is a foolish time when they call the king a pharaoh and don't call the throne anything, these days, came to visit my temple. I was called a seer. My kinsmen told me not to say anything to him. you see, the king was always regarded as a god. If you anger a king, you might live, but if you anger a god, the entire nation would be upon you.

I burned incense. I boiled water. I bathed the king. I poured oil on his feet and his head. But, when I went to divine what it was that he wanted me to see, I told him nothing. I was very talented. Cornelius told me to say nothing, even before the king stepped into my temple. When I breathed in the incense and went into full divination mode, I saw that the king wouldn't survive, not even 30 days. I also saw that his general, who helped me bathe and oil him, would be the hand that smote him. But, I also saw that general would be found and smote on the spot.

Why bring either man's wrath on my head, by revealing this, since it was a zero sum game they played. So I said, I saw nothing, which could be neither good nor bad. I bowed to the king and bid him go in peace.

After being bathed and oiled, the king was in high spirits, so my lack of a divination didn't even bother him.

I asked Cornelius after they left, should I have the general killed? He said, the king wasn't a man of any note, no matter how short nor long he lives.

When the king was killed, my fame didn't wane. No one blamed me for not seeing it, nor blamed me for anything. The divinations I did see, were almost earth shattering, so those successes lived on, even when I left that land. 

A year after the king left, Cornelius revealed himself to me as an ancient and powerful being. He had had many wives and many children. He wasn't my great grandfather, he was the progenitor of my family line. He said he was ageless and ancient beyond measure.

He took a chalice from my table and a ceremonial dagger and pricked his hand. Blood filled the chalice and it stopped just as quickly as it started. He told me, drink the entire cup, though it may burn, drink it all.

I drank from that chalice for what seemed like an hour. It was agonizing pain. They tell me, newly formed vampire can't even tell that it's painful, because their thirst is thousands times stronger than the pain.

I was in a deep sleep for over a month after that. My wife and children were told I had passed away. They buried me. I awoke to Cornelius digging me out of the grave. That night was so dark, not a star in the sky. We slipped out of Kemet, never to return. That was almost 3,000 years ago.

I have never had a blood being pop out of me, but the blood definitely is not me, but IS me. It is in every cell of my body, even inside my bones. If I wanted to, I could force all of humanity to love me, but I don't. It is enough to serve and look after Cornelius, the first.

Whatever that thing that lives in him, and I guess, inside of me also, is even more ancient than Cornelius himself.

I find it funny, the portrayal of vampires on T.V. I am not even a vampire, and I assure you, no gun can harm me, and no blade can cut me. Humans always want to think they are the heroes. They are like cattle to us. Well, that's not a good comparison for me, because I don't crave anything from humans. In fact, I can go years without food or drink. What could a human do to a vampire? Absolutely nothing.

I have met what these weak creatures, who now call themselves, vampires. They are not ancient like Cornelius, but even they would destroy whole battalions of humans. Some can even just walk and all within their presence fall into a trance, so what exactly could a human do to one of them? I guess also, the blood inside of them would swallow all of them, if it ever got out.

It is time to wake Cornelius up. I am going to take him shopping, for a tuxedo. Did you want me to do a divination for you?