The Chosen Ones

As they preyed on others for blood meals, they themselves were preyed upon. Larger winged beings at them by the thousands. Those that crawl and creep also ate of them. Each time one was ingested by the other, some of the DNA extracted from the extraordinary blood bag which had stood on the sea was passed along, and worked its amazing transformation on them. The bigger predators were in turn eaten by others, larger predators, and so the sacred DNA spread exponentially throughout the creatures of the land.

Thousand of the children were not eaten, but successfully preyed upon their hosts. Whenever they stung, they also injected and exchanged fluids. Each successful blood eater gave, in turn, birth to thousands more of it's kind, which again spread out to eat and be eaten. Within months, every creature on the planet had received a tiny biological portion of the blood bag that had stood on the Sea of Galilee.

Because of the tormenting, stinging pain they inflicted upon their hosts, and the diseases they passed along, which sickened and killed millions, they were among the most hated creatures on the planet.

Indeed, the blood bags of the highest order often questioning why the Creator Blood Bag allowed such creatures to exist. Most philosophied that the winged blood eaters were the sire of a fallen, Evil Blood Bag, the Anti-Blood Bag.

Little did they know just the opposite was true. For there is never birth, or a rebirth, without pain. The blood bag on the Sea of Galilee suffered its own painful bloody death, only to be reborn and transcend. The winged blood suckers brought pain and death, but they also brought life. Death is not the end, but a painful rebirth. Just as the winged blood eaters emerged from their larvae stage to be transformed into winged beings, so the donor blood bags died, only to be renewed, not as blood bags, but as winged beings into another more sublime realm ... where the dance continued.