Protecting the universe, no... protecting all universes, reality itself. Was that his job now? Had he become so powerful? Unkillable? Did that make Mithias a god? The vampire walked over the grassy fields in the night on some planet, somewhere beautiful. He folded his arms behind his back and looked up at the moons. The air smelled like Juniper due to whatever plantlife was here. Right and wrong was not his to decide. That was for real gods to battle out. Mithias though about Drac and about the value of family and why it had made the man so fearful and angry as to spontaneously kill someone, a daughter. Granted, the girl was wicked and her father had been a multiversal terror... It was really tough to decide. So he didn't. Leaving lifeforms to their discrepancies and to find peace on their own was the way. Besides, Mithias was only one being, limited to existence in one time, one location. Would death not free him from such confinements?

As he walked under the twinkle of stars, he realized, he was enjoying it. Something kept him tied to reality, and it was his love of others. Mithias really did care for Bug and his family, and really did delight at the turning of evil into good, emptiness into love, and even his dear darkness into light. 

"Are you certain you don't care to have your own body Aono? I am glad to have you, but if you wanted to be free, I'd find a way." He mused to his other soul. "Maybe you know what should or shouldn't be done in the universe, because I am probably blind." It was always nice to have someone to talk to, even if he never said much back.