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The swirl of powerful teleportation forces swirled around him briefly before a dark and serene world opened up before him. Mithias stepped out into the path of an oncoming car, headlights blaring white LED into his adjusting eyes. He knew what it was instantly and leapt straight up. 

The driver slammed on the breaks and sat stunned at what he had just witnessed. 

BAM! Mithias landed directly on top of the vehicle, a yellow-colored cab that was now in the middle of a busy intersection during evening rush hour in the middle of the biggest city in the United States, New York. The driver jolted, certain he was just hit. Horns blared and curses were shouted in multiple languages as a large figure in black jumped down from atop the cab and startled a group of random humans on the sidewalk. 

It was just past dark, yet you wouldn't know it by the ever-present lighting of the streets. Mithias quickly ascertained where he was. It was easy enough. The giant billboards and stench were a classic giveaway. He was home, Earth, but this wasn't the part of it that he wanted. Ignoring the onlookers around him, who had already begun to pull out their cellphones to video him, he manifested a blade in his right hand out of thin air. Purple light flickered as the weapon came into being, then vanished, leaving only the glimmer of something like steel behind. The people cooed and commented, but Mithias could feel their fear as they began to back away. "Vampire." They muttered. He could read it over and over appearing in their minds all around him. This was the world of Blood Compact. 

And then in an instant, the 'vampire' disappeared, or rather, that is what the humans all saw. In truth, Mithias had deceived them all, psychically muting his presence in their minds until he was simply invisible. They couldn't notice him. They had no idea what had just happened, but they weren't hurt, they had places to be, nothing to see here. They moved along. 

It was just too easy, thought Mithias as he stood atop a parked truck, watching all the humans. He thought about how it must have been to have such a power for thousands of years, about the consequences of it... yet his own power was now far greater than this. Now, he could do things none of his former kin could have ever dreamed. However long it had been, he had undoubtedly surpassed his maker. He lingered only a moment as a vision of Necron killing all these people flashed through his consciousness. The sidewalks would be awash with blood, dirty blood that now only sickened him at the thought of it. He no longer thirsted for it. He was whole once again, human, perfected. Mithias allowed himself to feel a surge of emotion as he fathomed what was about to happen to this unsuspecting world. The vision was going to come true, only a mere day or so from now. There would be no hope of informing the various factions of his own world of the impending doom, for they would not unite. They would never reach a consensus in time, but there was one being in this world that he had to inform, one being he owed his entire existence to, the one who had given him the choice that began it all. He... would still be alive. Whatever would come to pass, Mithias could not abandon him. It would shatter his sense of justice not to perform this last act of honor, no matter how irrational. 

Using his blade, the enlightened and transcended version of Mithias Varomere rended space and slipped across into a burning light. Black sand touched his boots on the beach at Punaluu. Palms waved gently in the breeze and tourists gawked at the excessively clothed stranger that they swear hadn't been there only moments ago. Mithias ignored them. Although pressed for time, he was momentarily overtaken with the beauty and serenity of this place. The air was sweet and fresh, the waves natural and soothing, the very soul of the planet was innocent here, and for a moment, he wished it could always be so. Would that he could spend eternity here. Perhaps he was more like his father than he admitted. 

Almost furiously, a psychic beacon powerful enough to wake the dead burst roughly from his consciousness in a 360 degree wave. He demanded to be seen, now.