[Before the fall of Az'Talon...]
Location: Ma'at (A district in the Immortal City)
Rio sat in the Marquis' garden watching moonlight orchids bloom but he could not stop thinking about the girl from the other day. Perhaps he should not have shown her my billet.
He was now curious about her situation. Rio scoffed at himself for being curious about a barbarian but it did not change the fact that he was curious. It was in his blood to be curious.
It was the way the vampire gene worked. Races that lived long lives had a tendency to fall into boredom. Sick habits could form when a powerful and long lived existence got bored.
The vampires had been given great curiosity and their brains released large amounts of dopamine when new things that could benefit their knowledge and advancement were discovered.
There was a middle aged Pureblood vampire who had once attended a party where the First Patriarch had once playfully asked her a question about poultry.
"What came first? A chicken or an egg?"
The vampire had been confused as to why the First would ask such a question.
"The chicken, my Lord." She replied still confused.
"But then where did the chicken come from? Did it come out of the ground or from thin air?"
"So it was an egg...?" The Pureblood said even more confused now.
"You seem to be asking me what I asked you but if not, and you are telling me the answer is an egg then let me ask you how the egg came to be? Who laid the egg?"
For the rest of the party, the poor Pureblood could not stop the cogs in her head from spinning. It was said that the very same Pureblood spent three decades trying to understand the question and every time an egg was put before her, she did not eat it but went deeper into thought.
The First definitely knew the answer but did not say. He had been around longer than the soil they walked on, yet He would give such questions as a test.
The Pureblood went into research and was said to have spent four-thousand years pondering how things came to be and unlocked many secrets and understood the genetic building blocks of many existences that had low-level intellect.
Four thousand years later the same Pureblood was at a party with the Original. She approached First, bowed her head, greeted Him and was ready to give an answer to the question that had pushed her into so many new discoveries and questions when the Original suddenly spoke first, "You have done really well. Your research is pushing others even further but now may I ask, since you understand the origin of the lesser things, where did I come from? Who birthed me if no races existed before me?"
The woman spent the twilight years of her life delving deep into the secrets of the world, its laws and limits. She even understood the existence of dragons by that point but never discovered how the Original came to be, an existence that went against all knowledge and yet still harmonised with it.
She finally went into her eternal slumber happily, never knowing boredom, ever since meeting the First Father but many suspected that she was happier to be free of the Original's mind benders.
The founder of the vampire race had secretly been present at her Eternal Resting ceremony.
While others mourned the loss of a genius, He smiled and thanked her for the life she lived. Very few knew that the Original never lost track of her research.
He cared not for her discovering His origins, she could not even possibly imagine...He merely steered her work in the right direction when necessary and let it flow in the wrong one when something new could be the result.
The reason this woman came into mind was because Rio had seen the books in Evelyn's hands in the library.
They were written by Ophelia Penelope Blight. The Pureblood genius and Mother of Philosophy and science.
One of the books was treated as a philosophy text but would have been seen as blasphemous if the Original had not said it was okay. It theorised the origin of the Original and was named such.
Ophelia had diaries no one knew about that had been taken to the Original's Palace and kept by the Original. In her last entry, she wrote,
"I was wrong! His origin cannot be fathomed to be of this planet because He is not of this planet! He is truly great!"
When the Original had read this part. He mourned someone who might have understood Him.
"Lord Rio?" the voice tore Rio from the memories of the past.
"Evelyn," he said with a smile. "I came to see you."