Ignorant heretics shouted their curses, as they rained fire down upon the faithful. Screams echoed through the air, as man killed man, in this desperate slaughter. And yet, Kami no Kage focused all of it out, honing in on the voice of his prey. It was this that betrayed him, for even as the vampire spoke, Kami no Kage felt the voice, and it's echoes, forming an image in his mind. The capability of echolocation was normally only learnt by those born blind - the human mind was capable of great feats when pushed to the limit. However, Kami no Kage had mastered this ability, as it was necessary to fight creatures that hid in the dark. From the sounds he had made, and the sounds his prey had made, he could form an image of the situation, a compensation for sight his adversary lacked. Mithias was wary, and rightfully so, but little did he realize that the act of speaking, in and of itself, had been a trap, one that he had blindly wandered into.
As Mithias moved around in the fog, he could hear the quiet, concealed footsteps of the elite vampire hunter. Barely audible, even to a vampire, they served as a key to locating Kami no Kage. Moving towards this sound, he was constantly on his guard, ready to use his vampiric reflexes to dodge the blade that would undoubtedly separate the fog in front of him.
With the quiet sound of a blade entering flesh, Kami no Kage's knife entered Mithias' back. A deft manoeuvre, performed through the feat of echolocation, coupled with ultraviolet vision. The silver blade separated the flesh, the image of the crucifix burning upon contact. The wooden core had pierced Mithias heart through the centre, with nearly impossible accuracy. 'My people came here with the will to band together, to fight for the greater good of mankind. And yet, good men must now die by the hands of heretics, because you and yours refuse to accept my offer of peace. Now, I offer you peace once more. The kind that lasts.'
With a surprisingly loud thump, the vampire hit the floor, blood pumping from it's veins, the lethal wound already inflicted. Kami no Kage turned as the smoke cleared, revealing the scene for those who stood nearby. he walked away from the corpse, before reaching down to a seemingly empty patch of dirt. There, he retrieved a small device, barely the size of a marble. A sound apparatus, creating false footsteps, and a false voice.
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As Mithias fell to the ground, he knew he should be dead. He had felt the blade enter his chest, the burns that even now were healing, the wooden core that would pierce his heart, the staggering pain of the final throws of death. And yet, as he lay there, his mind would not fade, his thoughts moving in panicked circles. For despite the blade having entered his flesh, his heart was unharmed. Rather, the wooden core had struck mere millimetres away, straying from it's mark in ways Kami no Kage would never have allowed.
Far away, Gabriel grinned, his hands slowly twisting through the air, humming a soft melody. For it was his hand that wrought the destiny of mortals, and his hands alone that would decide them. Or at least, when he cared enough to bother.