Looked like Mithias finally believed him. Yet he still stuck around...
"̢̀͡ Fine... "̸̶̴͠
There was a lot of fine blood in that van, and the place was once again full of energy. So crafting a meat puppet wasn't going to be too hard.
The vampyric call pulled it all to pour upwards to form an amorphous blob around the now muffled heart.
Martin pulled the inside and surroundings of the van clean, he even took everything lying around in the snow.
From the crimson whirlpool stepped a construct animated in blood. First two arms clawing their way to freedom, followed by a face sculpted in the center of the uncanny valley. The thing came tearing out of the bloody storm and into the world. The hulking humonculus vaguely resembled Martin and its unsettling red eyes stared forward.
The van shook as the lumbering creature stepped out into the moonlight. His footsteps colored the snow bloody, his presence filled the air with the scent of iron.
Forged of many sources of blood, the thing was well connected to Martin. While staying safe in the cloud he took out a little thought to walk this mockery of life around.

From it's core resonated a sound. "̢̀͡ There, I have a humanoid body. Now can we please run away from this place before the damn air strike starts? "̸̶̴͠