Adam was dead. Mithias looked at the bloodsoaked room and couldn't believe it. He was alone. The whole building was probably empty at this time of night. Not even a single alarm had rang. He walked over to Adam's desk. The guy had probably killed millions of people by turning them into ghouls, and yet even Adam's well-deserved death left Mithias with a tiny twinge of guilt. That was just the way Mithias' heart was, fucking broken. 

With Adam gone, the humans would have another edge, but with Adam gone, there would be less reason for them to join up and fight. As far as Mithias could tell, Adam was part of the problem. He was just another murderous megalomaniac. His attacks on humanity had been for his own amusement, and to goad the mortal species into a desperate frenzy, instigating it to war with the nocturnal gods. The eternal war never needed to escalate to this scale. Perhaps now, it could recede. 

Mithias looked over Adam's desk. There was nothing of note except an intricate key. Mithias picked it up for some reason. The wind against the windows of the skyscraper could be easily heard by a vampire through the walls, it was eerily soothing. Mithias took a pen and wrote on a scrap of paper on the desk that had been neatly decorated on the edge by a spec of blood. He wrote, after a moment of consideration, "... I'm going away for a while. - M.V." He trailed the final line of his name through the blood mark.

He dropped the pen and stepped back, solemnly admiring the scene. "Well... Time to find God." This world-walking thing was dangerously easy. He prepared himself, and crossed through once again.