Once again, as per usual upon exiting a portal of any kind, Mithias was particalized by a tremendous, planet-destroying explosion. He hadn't been the target of the blast, but he had clearly been too close, ie. in the same planetary orbit. Moments later, the particles of ash and blood and vapor that had once formed his physical being coalesced back into place, instantly healing, growing skin and hair, and reforming the wings he had just had. 

"...yyeeeaarragh!" A string of expletives would have followed, except that the vacuum of space swallowed up the sound. Mithias was again a recognizable physical entity. He looked up, and the first thing he saw was the majority of the left half of a blue, multi-armed god of some sort, and it was angry. Drac floated around close by, clearly drained by whatever he had just done, and then, "Teo?" His lips formed the word, but air was spread out in pockets around the floating chunks of planet. 

The vampire had no idea what a Daemon was, nor why Drac had shoved his friends into a portal and given everything he had to kill it, nor where in hell Teo had come from. Teo, the formerly indestructible cartoon creation, for once, looked like shit. He seemed desperate, giving his equipment, even his famous hammer, to Mithias in a last-ditch effort to finish... whatever job Teo and Drac had been doing. It was too bad Mithias understood so little. 

Mithias took the items, finding them burdensome, and looked from Teo, to Drac, to the angry, injured god with the rapidly growing, fiery fingernails. Clearly, his allies had wanted to kill this thing, and there was a good chance that Mithias could finish the job, given its injured state, but Mithias didn't move. 

Why? Why should he destroy this thing? Simply because it was powerful and ancient? Simply because it was a universal divine? What had it done? Why were they fighting? There wasn't reason enough to destroy something so magnificent. 

"Injured god!" Mithias tried communicating with it, as it began to reform itself. "I am no servant of destruction. Forgive my friends. Let us leave, and I will do you no harm."