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Ambrogio was an Italian adventurer and gold digger from Florence, Italy who met an unfortunate fate around 1550 BCE.

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Ambrogio Tenebrios was an Italian adventurer and gold digger from Florence in Italy. Down on his luck in finding gold, he decided to travel to Delphi in Greece to consult the Pythia at Apollo's temple. So he sailed by ship first to the west coast of Greece, stopping at Astakos before traveling to Delphi. The Pythia were three oracles, each of whom said one phrase. "The curse. The moon. The blood will run." Ambrogio was confused and didn't understand. He decided to wait outside the temple until the next day to ask again. At the next dawn he met a beautiful young maiden named Selene, and instantly fell in love. Selene's sister was an oracle, and Selene would care for her sister during trances. Ambrogio asked her to marry him. Selene told him that she was a priestess at Apollo's temple, and was married to the solar deity. Ambrogio insisted they run away together, and Selene agreed to meet him at dawn, but Apollo soon grew envious of their love and decided to separate them by placing a curse on Ambrogio that night so that he became a nightwalker effected by sunlight. The slightest exposure to sunshine would burn his skin.

At the next dawn Selene went to meet Ambrogio but he wasn't around. Ambrogio had gone down into a cave to consult Hades, the god of the underworld. Fretting that he would never get to see Selene again, Ambrogio pleaded with Hades, offering his very soul in return for the god's help. Hades agreed to let Ambrogio and Selene stay together in Hades, but only if he could steal the silver bow and arrows of Artemis the Huntress, who was also Apollo's sister. But if he failed, Hades would keep his soul forever. Ambrogio hesitantly agreed, so Hades gave him a makeshift wooden bow with 3 arrows to hunt with. Ambrogio killed a swan, dedicating it to Artemis at her temple in Ephesus, while using the swan's blood and one of its feathers to write a love poem, since he had parchment but no pen or ink. On the second day, he sacrificed another swan to Artemis and used its blood to write another love poem. On the third day he sacrificed another swan, then wrote his final love poem, a very sad love letter to Selene, for he had run out of arrows and could no longer express his love to her, since she was a priestess of Apollo by day, and he was cursed to dwell in the eternal darkness without his soul, unable to stand in her very presence.

Artemis had pity on Ambrogio and offered to lend him her silver bow and arrows to hunt one last swan so that he could write a love poem. Ambrogio seized the opportunity and attempted to steal the silver bow, running away from Ephesus in order to go finish his deal with Hades, but Artemis used her own magic to curse him, making Ambrogio severely allergic to silver so that it burned his skin on contact. Ambrogio dropped the bow and arrows and fell down in pain. He explained to Artemis about his love for Selene, about Apollo's curse, and the deal he was forced to make with Hades, stating that he had no other choice. Artemis had pity on him again, and offered to make Ambrogio the greatest hunter on Earth, equal to Artemis herself, and to grant him immortality, allowing him eternal youth if only he and Selene could escape from Apollo's temple in Delphi, and return to Ephesus to worship Artemis for the rest of their lives. As a condition, Ambrogio and Selene could never make physical contact, for Artemis was the goddess of chastity. Ambrogio agreed and was granted immortality. He also became the greatest hunter on Earth, a predator with claws, fangs, super speed and strength. He then returned to Delphi in this new form and condition.

While in Delphi, he convinced Selene to abandon the temple and runaway with him. Selene hopped on a ship, where Ambrogio was waiting in a coffin down below. Apollo chased them, but they escaped back to Ephesus where they both made sacrifices to Artemis, thanking her for allowing them to be together. Over the years, however, Ambrogio remained young while Selene began to age and get older. Finally when she was on her deathbed, Ambrogio pleaded with the virgin goddess of the moon again. Artemis agreed to grant him a chance to finally touch Selene, but only once. As a condition, the only way he could touch her was to kiss her through the embrace by drinking her blood, an act which would first kill Selene and also activate the curse of the bloodlust, making it so that by drinking his blood, other people on the Earth could become vampires too just like himself. Ambrogio refused, but Selene herself insisted that they try it, so he agreed. After her death, Selene appeared as the most beautiful glowing face in the heavens. Artemis had pity a third time and turned Selene into the goddess of moonlight, placing her in the sky so that every night Selene could reach down and touch Ambrogio with her moonlight. Ambrogio eventually returned to Florence in Italy where he started the first vampire clan, and all those who were embraced by Ambrogio were called the children of Selene, or as the children of the night.

So begins...

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The centuries had passed by me like the hours on a clock. Time was meaningless, and the whole world around me seemed to move in slow motion. Flowers blossomed and withered. Trees grew into forests, only to disappear and reappear with age. Empires would rise and fall, buildings and cities would crumble, leaving only rubble and ruins where former civilizations had once existed. It seemed that I alone was immortal, unaging, cursed to witness the death and decay of every single person, place and thing I ever loved. I would never suffer their fate, nor experience their final resting place. I was revenant, vrykolakas, striges, the undead. I was both God and Devil, cursed for all eternity to sustain myself on warm living blood like a preying mosquito, waiting patiently, lurking silently, stalking my victims like a wolf amidst the sheep.

For decades, I was tormented by my own loneliness and by my overwhelming sensitivity to everything around me. Even the black widow spider spinning her lovely web, it all sounded like the strumming of guitar strings to me. I could taste the wind in my mouth. I could smell the approaching rain, and feel the green grass growing beneath my feet. I could even see in the pitch dark on a moonless night, the pounding heartbeat of my victims causing great nausea, headaches and such horrible discomfort that I would fall into a fit of madness and rage. What was I? Man? Beast? Something inbetween? It took several timeless years for me to adapt, and many more still to accept what I had become. Cursed by the gods, I am no longer anymore human than a corpse. I am Ambrogio Tenebrios, the myth, the legend. Feared by many, and hated by many more still, I am the monster of grown men's nightmares. I am a vampyre, and I am the only one of my kind, the first and the last, doomed to an eternity of loneliness and despair.

Or so I thought...

I soon found out what Artemis had meant when she sealed my fate. By consuming the blood of mortals, I would grow more powerful as they would weaken and parish over time. But what if they drank my blood? What then? I soon discovered that I was not alone. I could actually choose for myself a clan, a family so to speak, giving the gift of eternal life to whomever I so desired. Oh, I had my fair share of fun and excitement. My clan would come to be known by many names over time as their numbers increased. In my hometown, they became known as the Knights of Florence or Florentines, and in Ephesus they were called the Selenites or the Children of Selene, while others referred to themselves as the Order of Ambro, but they were all my doing. Yet little did I know that by giving them eternal life, that I would bestow upon them my gifts as well, and the ability to turn others, who would also turn others, and so on and so forth until the lineage was so thin that they could no longer procreate. Like a terrible virus they spread throughout the world, one city after another, branching off and forming clans of their own, until one sect became rival to another, and the precious life blood of my flesh and bones would spill like wine from their veins.

I also soon found out that I was not the first of my kind. There were others, though few in number, but they were far older than myself. I had searched the globe for someone, anyone, but never with any success. One dead end led to another, and there was no sign or trace of anything but myths and rumors which led to nowhere. I did not find my elder. It was by a twist of fate actually that he would find me. I stood there on stage, entertaining my mortal audience who sat in the stadium smiling as I hypnotized my prey with the sound of my violin, gazing into her eyes as I hypnotized her. How softly did I play? I don't remember. But as I looked up from her towards the crowded balcony, I noticed him standing there staring down at me. But his stare was different. I don't know why he was there, perhaps because we both had our eyes on the same meal. But after my show was over, I hurried as quickly as I could to go find him. I chased him through the crowded exit hall, but I lost him in the crowd. Just then, he whispered my name telepathically, and I turned around to see him standing there right in front of me, grinning at me.

Varkylox...

Varkylox was not what I thought he was at first sight. He appeared to me younger, a magic that I myself didn't have or need. Varkylox apparently wasn't ageless like me, but required some mysterious manipulation of unseen forces which I understood, but did not possess. He was certainly my elder, but he appeared no older than me, and I was eternally stuck in the immortal body of a young man who just turned thirty. I wondered what else was different about him. Was he also allergic to sunlight and silver? Could he also charm others with music as I do? I decided to find out. I reached for my violin and started playing. I watched him dance slowly to the melody as I played the GΓΆetia on my strings. He mimed his way towards me, lifting his cape before suddenly vanishing in a colony of tiny winged vampire bats, though it was more like a dark cloud than anything, before appearing upside down on the archway above me where the bats resumed the shape of a man. He continued to dance as he walked around the archway and vertically down the wall, twirling in a circle while whirling his cane. I too had similar abilities, but I was a better composer and musician than a dancer, and I found myself almost in a trance-like state, continuing to play my song as he urged his performance, taking me under his spell.


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It was by fate that I had met Varkylox, and we would soon become close friends, almost like brothers-in-arms, though I never truly felt like I had any control. For the next few centuries, Varkylox was my mentor. He told me about his sire, an ancient vampire named Lamech Bin Metselah who existed long before my time. He told me that there were others -- other revenants and gods of the undead, and that many branches and families existed both openly and in secret. Varkylox would stay at my mansion in Florence, teaching me how to use dancing as an obscure form of magic, and how to create illusions with my mind. He taught me other methods of will-bending as well, and we often played with swords together on occasion. But eventually he started becoming more distant over time. Then one day, he left me a large treasure chest of 800,000 gold florins and just disappeared into the forest. I never saw my old friend again after that. I used the money he gave me to build castles all over Europe, to be used as safe havens in the remote hidden rural mountainous places of the world, far away from civilization where wild animals still roamed freely and mortals were in danger of being hunted. I then set out to go find others like my kind, and other vampires like my old friend Varkylox had described.

Traveling only at night, I journeyed far and wide, transversing different lands and realms until eventually I found myself along a dark winding dirt road leading over shadowy shallow hills through an unfamiliar foggy dark forest. A pack of white wolves seemed to stalk me and follow me through the trees at a distance, yet I felt more protected by these creatures than afraid. The owl, the possum, the raccoon, the noisy frog, all of these animals brought familiarity and comfort to me as I neared a small dark hollow within the woods, following the smell of freshly fallen cherry blossoms to a large tall wrought iron gate which seemed to be old and overgrown with mossy foilage and thorny vines. Curious as to where I might be, but seeing nobody around, I decided to grasp the ornate metal ring door knocker on the iron gate and knock to see if anyone would answer. The rustic looking metal would creek sharply as I grabbed the ring and knocked twice, slowly, but firmly... Tap... Tap... "Hello?"