19h 58min, mar 20, 176 y BC - Vaesir's Rebirth

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As Vaesir roamed the lands of Scindira, exiled from the Garden of Gaelora as punishment for his immortal sin, he stumbled upon a cave seeking shelter from the relentless rain. Inside, amidst the flickering flames of a fire, a woman cloaked in dark cloth met his gaze.

"Who are you?" Vaesir demanded, his voice laced with bitterness.
"I am but a wanderer, much like yourself," the woman replied, her demeanor calm yet enigmatic.
Vaesir hissed through his teeth, "I am no wanderer by choice, for I was cursed out of paradise for the murder of my brother. Perhaps if Shalosh hadn't played favorites and accepted my offering as well, my brother would still be alive. I did not kill my brother out of hatred for him; I killed him out of hatred for the Heavenly Queen."

The woman, realizing Vaesir's lineage, stood up and remarked, "You know, we have more in common than you may think. We both have spite for Shalosh," she remarked, a sly smile playing upon her lips. "And we both once lived in paradise."
With growing realization, Vaesir identified his enigmatic companion. Fear and suspicion gripped him as he brandished a stick.
"I know who you are... Lyra, you're a witch. My father told me stories about you and how you stole his seed and created monsters."

Lyra laughed as she lowered her hood to let her long black hair flow.
"And where was your father when Shalosh banished you? And where was he to try and lessen your pain? Nowhere. But I'm here for you, and I can make you feel better."
Vaesir started to lower his stick. "You can remove the curse?"
Lyra sighed, "That's not what I said, silly boy. You have been punished by Shalosh, the Heavenly Queen, and that is something I, nor anyone living, can strip away."
Vaesir looked down with sadness at this harsh truth.

Lyra, seeing his depression weigh, walked up to Vaesir and put her finger on his chin, tilting it up at her.
"However... I can alter it. You have immortality, that's grand and all, but it could do with a bit more..."
Vaesir looked up eagerly. "How? Please, I'll do anything... I'm begging you..."
"Anything?" Lyra asked with a smile.
"Anything!" Vaesir said.
"Okay then, we must bed. Being intimate with you is how I can build a bond with your curse, and while we do, you shall drink my blood."
Vaesir backed away. "Are you sure this is the only way? How do I know you aren't just trying to steal my seed like you did with my father's, and then kill me with your cursed blood?!"
Lyra put her finger on his lip to silence him.
"You are a cute, but a rather foolish boy. I wouldn't get anything out of taking your seed. You may be the son of Ahva, but you're not him, so your seed is worthless, and I'll most likely dispose of it once we are finished. Now come on."

As they began the intimate ritual, Vaesir sank his teeth into Lyra's neck, sucking on it and draining her of her blood, and immediately he started to transform. As the ritual unfolded, agony engulfed Vaesir, his body contorting in unnatural ways as he embraced the metamorphosis. With each agonizing moment, his features shifted, imbued with the essence of darkness and decay. And when it was over, Vaesir stood reborn, a twisted reflection of his former self, bound to Lyra by a macabre pact. Lyra was especially happy knowing she had tainted and twisted Shalosh's punishment into a gift and now had a favor from Vaesir, the first Vampire.

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