If you had the power not only to live forever, but to see the future as well, what would you do? Damion Valmont’s human life ended one hundred and twenty-five years ago across the ocean from the Netherlands, in London. Damion had the gift of sight even before he began his undead life, and lived as an assistant to a woman who claimed she had the sight. Madam Vision was a self-proclaimed seer who sold out opera houses and courtyards all across London. With Damion at her side, she stunned audiences with her ability to predict almost anything about anyone, so long as she listened to Damion’s whispers.
Until one day she selected Constantine from the crowd. After hearing of her powers of prediction, he was seeking answers; he was looking for something. When Damion offered Constantine his hand on-stage, he never expected to see what he did. Rather than the small flashes of commonplace information and memories that accompanied physical contact with an audience member, Damion saw death. Destruction. Wars. The end. Horrific predictions poured from his mouth as the audience sat in stunned silence. He babbled on to the point of incoherence and by the end of his ghastly vision, Constantine had decided he needed the man.
Slightly rattled, Damion cleaned up the stage quickly after the audience had dispersed. He flipped his collar up against the chilly London air, bid Madam Vision farewell, and set off toward his small flat. As turned down a narrow alley shortcut, he felt a presence stalking him behind the alley. The hairs on the nape of his neck stood on end, but for some reason, Damion didn’t feel afraid. His sight was clear: he could see a bright, happy future; a loving brotherhood. When he felt Constantine close in behind him, he didn’t turn, nor did he flinch as the fangs pierced his neck….
The rest, as they say, is history.