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The World of Blood Compact

@Remipa Awesome I fucking love this rp.

The World of Blood Compact

uh... fallen angel or something. It's in the cs.

Assuuione (A Multiverse RP)- Open for Business!

It appeared the humans in this world were quite organized. Mithias approached a gated complex that resembled a Soldier outpost from his own world, a highly militaristic organization charged with the mission of keeping peace, the price of which was often blood. Could these people have been Soldier as well? He looked around, able to see in the dim light. Power for electric lighting was probably hard to come by in this ravaged modern setting. No, none of the symbols on the buildings or trucks were recognizable to the vampire, and Mithias began to wonder exactly how these people felt about his species.

He put his hands up, a multitude of rifles hanging from shoulder straps on both of his arms. "I come in peace!" He shouted back then began to set all his gear on the ground beside him. A backpack filled with ammo was set down as well. Clearly he was intelligent and not a zombie, but perhaps they still needed to verify he was not a danger.

Mithias stepped to the side. There wasn't too much they could do to him if he wanted to escape them, short of catching him with a bazooka. He was far stronger than any mortal and bullets would not likely do enough damage to stop him. Humans certainly would try to kill him, if they were afraid, but he knew their habits well and how to assuage their fears. First, he'd have to get past their reaction to his appearance.

Standing a short distance from the pile of weapons, Mithais stood with his back straight and hands clasped behind him as they approached. He made no sudden moves. It was only as they got closer that they could see the details of him: the certainly non-military haircut he had, the very light skintone and eyecolor -granted it was dark outside, and his significant height and build. He could probably pass for a human until someone shined a brighter light on him, but by then he would have explained himself.

"My name is Mithias. Take these weapons as a token of my good will. They are of no use to me. I have been sent by the Astral Administrator, Lydia, to return stability to this world." In all honesty, Mithais had no idea how he was going to do that or even if these beings knew who that was. Fuckit, what harm was there in honesty? He looked at the soldiers. "You seem to be in quite the predicament."

The World of Blood Compact

@BurningCold you gonna post for James at all? Or are you waiting?

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HCL V: insert witty title here

I'll make a quick post.

What are we going to do about this bad guy tiny has made?

HCL V: insert witty title here

The girl starts to wake up, and strangely a lot of her wounds seem to be healing. Her tattered dress is barely enough to cover her as Asura notices her form is somewhat more adult than he realized. Crystal cyan eyes crack open over soft cheeks to look at him, and she seems relieved to see a kind face. "They... The others, they were going to kill us. Are the others ok?"

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@BurningCold Whatever you feel like you want to do. I honestly believe that people write better when they feel in the mood. I'd rather wait for a good post than to have someone rush brilliance. Of course, I don't want to grow a beard waiting.

The World of Blood Compact

@BurningCold I'm totally interested in whatever's going on in Cupid's mind.

The World of Blood Compact

@Remipa Awesome

Even with a gaunt look to his cheeks, the vampire could still curl his lip at his enemy. Through clenched teeth he nearly growled, "Deon..." Physically Mithias could do nothing, but those faded yellow eyes glared angrily as he refuted his opponent from his seat. "You are a fool, Deon. You are a fool, and you will fail. You will undo everything I have done to promote peace between us and the humans. Every reason they have ever had to live in peace with us, to trust and revere us, will be erased with the unforgettable history of another war. The tenuous hope that they have now, that I have nurtured, will be destroyed forever if you even attempt any kind of sick mass murder scheme, and this time they will not forgive us."

So it seemed Mithias fully believed in humanity's potential to wipe vampires off the face of the Earth, but was he truly a coward only motivated by fear? Maybe he was a pathetic syncophant kissing up to humanity like a slave, ignorant of the magnificent gift that had been wasted on him by his maker. Maybe he didn't know what vampires were capable of, or maybe he liked it. The thought was disgusting.

Mithias took a breath. He looked tired from that little tirade. Then he said something that was slightly unexpected. "We ARE gods, Erickson... but this is not how it should be. War and subjugation are beneath us. Gods provide protection, bring order, justice... Between us, you are the one who doesn't understand your place. Your bloodline always had a misunderstanding of power. Your arrogance and greed is an insult to our potential, and you will kill us with your shortsightedness."

To say that Mithias didn't fear for his own life at this point would have been a lie, but he also didn't believe that one of his allies wouldn't eventually come to his rescue. All he had to do was be patient and endure the hunger that gnawed at him from every cell in his body for as long as he could. Hopefully, his words would have some affect on Deon, even if the evil prick wouldn't admit it. Otherwise there was nothing Mithias could do to save his mortal friends. "You will fail, just like Magnus, and you'll never seen me on trial with the council, Erickson. If there even still is a council after what mayhem you threaten."