As many of my kind, I was not born of vampiric blood, my parents are not vampiric. My transformation was at the mortal age of nineteen, attributed by a coadunation of both holy, and unholy magicks. As some may know, vampiric transformation can be ascribed to not just an untimely death, but also a death by suicide, along with being alone, and unseen in the final moments; My death included all of these. This was the start of the threads of my fate, a portrait of malevolence against the human world, imbued with the unholy to bring this vessel back, however, the threads of fate did not stop there, they were not done with tapestry of undeath; My predestination of the Holy, I share kinship with a Divine Being, whom inhabits the vessel of the Original Self's sibling, their quest is to assist the needed, to bring them light, by their hand, my awakening was complete, this strengthens my powers, and kept my empathy for the living, in lieu of a path of true evil. I often ponder what would have become of me if not for the power of the Divine, and for that, I am exorbitantly beholden to them.