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The commander nodded, before taking Mithias with him. A large node-like construct built in the style of a cathedral spire sat in the center of the square, and a quick gesture in it's direction caused a portal to open, through which Mithias was moved. Presumably it had some form of psionic interface, although Mithias had seen a more physical interface as well in the brief moments before he was whisked away. At this point to struggle against his 'saviours' would have been pointless, as he was in the middle of the Imperium. The Throne City, capital of the New Imperium, and home to the Emperor himself. He was marched through corridors and rooms filled with various Space Marine soldiers, moved by portal from location to location, occasionally switching hands. It was like he was being hoisted up the chain of command by the ever present armoured gauntlet on his shoulder, stopping occasionally for a conversation between high-ranking officials.

After a dizzying little adventure into the surprisingly complex world of Imperial politics, Mithias found himself sitting in a massive golden room adorned tastefully with giant pillars and skulls, which appeared to be a repeating fashion. The ceiling arched away into the distance, and the waiting room itself was large enough that you could have reasonably fitted a few middle-class homes inside of it. Sitting in front of Mithias was a small wooden chair, and a table upon which sat a bowl of chocolate chip cookies. The small gesture of hospitality was painfully out of place in the vast grand hall, which possessed an aura of uncaring magnificence, like some vast hall of worship, but with an underlying tone of military power.

After a perhaps uncomfortably long period of time, a figure entered the hall. He was impossibly tall, standing at a bit over 3 meters. Mithias just about came to the man's nipples on tippy toe. More than his physical height, perhaps, it was the sheer aura of power around him that made him seem massive. When he walked into the room, the vast hall somehow almost seemed small by comparison, as if this figure's sheer presence had filled up every nook and cranny. When Mithias looked up at the figure's face, exposed above his light green and yellow power armour, he was greeted by jet-black skin and glowing red eyes, giving the figure a demonic appearance. This was counterbalanced by an almost kind smile, as the Primarch slowly and carefully sat down in front of Mithias.

Vulkan looked over the vampire, before reaching over and delicately grabbing a cookie from the platter. It was a feat of dexterity in and of itself to hold the cookie in the massive armoured gauntlets, each easily the size of Mithias' head, without shattering it. "You know, my father told me these used to be a common delicacy on ancient Terra. But the knowledge of how to make them, and the habit of doing so, was lost during the Unification Wars." He smiled, as he popped the cookie into his mouth. "For a while I wondered why it was this lost knowledge he chose to impart on us before he left us once more. Why he had not granted us the designs of the great Mars factories which could design a fleet of ships overnight, or the ancient Chapter Flagships once constructed as small fleets in and of themselves. Or perhaps the knowledge of how he created his sons in the first place. But instead, he chose some small Earth treat." He mused over this for a moment, holding another one of the cookies up to his face. "After a while I realized that some things lost in war are more precious than ancient technologies, and advanced war machines. A lesson perhaps the old Imperium had forgotten. In war it's the small things that go away, the little things that can never come back."

Sighing, Vulcan put down the cookie, before looking Mithias in the eye. He looked like a tired monarch, albeit one with black skin and glowing red eyes. Not the look one would have expected from the leader of the Imperium. "An ancient foe has awaken on this world. My men tell me you may have imporant information. Please, tell me everything."