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"Then choose death." Alucard shrugged, as if it made little difference to him. "I'm merely the janitor here. The beasts you see below you are nothing but my broom, a tool given to me by my master. And not the only such tool." He sighed, looking down at Mithias with a glimmer of pity in his eyes. "Your world is doomed. I am unstoppable, and I am not the only one you would need to face. Even if you could eliminate the bugs, and defeat me, there would be many others to come, erasing life on this world in their own ways. The forces stacked against you are infinite, unmoving, unstoppable. You have no hope for victory. Honestly, if you killed yourself now, it might be easier." He smiled. "But no. Life struggles to the last. Else, it would be life, now would it?"

"As for why I'm giving you seven days, well...." Alucard turned away, looking off into the distance. There was something nostalgic about the way he smiled. "I once held a speech like this to a vampire a bit like you. I was going to destroy the world in seven days, and he disagreed. I was invincible, unstoppable, and completely immortal. He.... disagreed. Suffice to say the odds weren't as impossible as they seemed." Looking down, Alucard seemed to size up Mithias. "So maybe it's just for old time's sake. I've always enjoyed the seven days thing, after all. So go struggle, as life does. Do not go quietly into that gentle night, and all that jaz." Grinning, Alucard tossed Mithias a few feet up, and waved at him as he crashed down towards the ocean below. "Swim for your life, little vampire. And next time we meet, we'll see how impossible the odds are, no?"

Watching the black-clad vampire tumble downwards, Alucard sighed with self-satisfaction. He was allowed to play. After all, this time, it really was impossible. He didn't particularly get along with his.... colleagues, but there was no doubt they were effective. And as for their master... well, they'd better clean up before it got back from wherever it had gone. Alucard reached out to the hive mind, and took control of the feeding Tyranid deep in the water. That little vampire was not to be eaten. Just chased. Snap at his heels a bit, make it look dangerous. The killing would come later.

Carefully, Alucard made a small cut on the tip of his index finger with one of his sharpened nails. A single drop of crimson blood delicately hung from the tip of his finger. With a gesture he cast it into the abyss below, a tiny drop into an ocean. But this was not normal blood, and it contained Alucard's true power. Even as it hit the water it had begun expanding, mutating, growing. It pulled into it nearby Tyranid, corpses, and other organic matter. Great tentacled black fins emerged, as tortured screams echoed through the air from a dozen disjointed lungs. The corpses of Jaffa and Tyranid alike were stitched together, reanimated as old brains were grabbed and locked into, mutated into a horror beyond measure. Finally the creature was complete, a 10-meter shark-like creature, it's sides lined with screaming faces as it's twisted fins somehow propelled it through the water. The abomination swum, and it had only one target. To kill the little vampire before it could bring it's message. And then, after absorbing Mithias into the mass of corpses it consisted of, to take the first steps in wiping this world clean.