Metanoia would have joined the pantheon at Krona, if Mikazliqui had not made his move on the city. The sheer influx of atrocities coming in from Aroesus' fallen city brought the god of guilt to his knees, clutching his head in discomfort. All thought of joining his brethren above vanished, overwhelmed by his concern for the mortals below. Aroesus was dead, and his family incapacitated. No one was acting against the war god, so Metanoia decided to get involved once more in mortal affairs. 

With a cry of anger, Metanoia transported himself to Caesilinus, determined to destroy every invading vampire. A blue light, shining like a comet, struck the city and a group of vampires with a divine wrath, crushing them under its existence. The light and wind cleared to reveal Metanoia, aglow with blue light and with a furious countenance. 

"How dare you desecrate the mortals' blood!" he yelled at the vampires around him, who stood shocked at direct intervention against their father's commands. Metanoia remembered the martial skill of the general whose blood he was born from, and prepared for battle once more. If he had to, the Spectre of Sinners was going to kill every vampire in the city with his bare hands. His appearance shifted erratically, trying to find the victim of the worst crime these monsters had committed tonight. When he finally discovered it, that of a woman who was turned and ate her own child in her first primal moments as a vampire, Metanoia stepped forward and struck. 

[i]Sooner or later, Mikazliqui will pay for this.[/i] he thought, as his hands and feet cut through the beasts like they were paper. 

[i]One way or another, I will avenge the mortals.[/i] Caesilinus around him shone with burning blue, letting the people know that a god was battling among them. Whether they thought Metanoia fought on their behalf or against them, bystanders and civilians fled at the sight of Lady of Loss.