@thewizardguy
Mithias couldn't help but feel intimidated by the large, imposing architecture of the Imperium of Man, the angels, the gold, the spires. These beings literally worshipped their ruler. It was no joke they call him the god-emperor and believed it. They were unified, powerful, oppressive. It reminded Mithias of something, a ping of fear echoing from an ancient past, from a memory he could not recall, and at the very same time, he felt a longing. The two feelings were a complete contradiction within him. These people killed vampires, and yet, he felt as though he belonged with them. He loved them... Was he mad??
Containing himself to a silent awe, Mithias patiently observed his emotions and inwardly searched for an explanation. He did not struggle as he was marched around and went with his escort quite agreeably. He needed the ear of those who could make the decision to defend this world, and he would not jepordize his chance at that. The Imperium would either listen and help, or they would kill him and Arcadia would die anyway. Finally, he entered the grand hall with the cookies and was relieved of his escort.
Mithias listened with his heightened senses to the sounds echoing off the arching ceiling. The acoustics were great in here, with soundwaves converging in specific spots on the floor. Fear left him. The scent of cookies was soothing even in undeath. For a brief moment, he was able to find peace in this oversized sarcophagus. His thoughts cleared. His clothes were nearly dry.
The Primarch himself then entered. The red, glowing eyes were a familiar sight, as many beings, including vampires, had them, but the solidly black skin was not what Mithias had expected. He knew this being was no vampire, but was he in fact, human? Seeing the demonic-looking being take a seat, Mithias did the same. There was no awkward ritual of greeting, nor strange cultural expectations to fumble over. They both merely sat down together. It was equal, and it was peaceful.
Vulcan opened with an interesting tale about the value of small things. This too, was unexpected, yet revealed to Mithias that the being across the table from him was nothing like a mindless warmonger. That was such a relief. Mithias nodded in agreement and with some degree of appreciation and curiosity, reach over the table to take the cookie Vulcan had set down. He looked at it, knowing it was some secret lost ages ago, a thing that this being's father had probably once made. Because of that, it was itself precious. Mithias himself couldn't remember his origins.
"I will tell you everything I know." Holding the cookie, he looked directly at Vulcan's red eyes. "As soon as the peace meeting was attacked, I was specifically spared and herded toward the one that was controlling the creatures. He used them to bring me to him so that he could charge me with delivering his message." Mithias seemed to grow pained and unsettled as he spoke. "His name was Alucard. He also called himself Dracula and said that he was my 'kin.' He was a vampire, like me. I am sure of it, but I can't for the life of me understand why... I feel like I know him. I am not sure I don't know him, but he did tell me that there were many versions of reality, and that we may have met in another universe as different versions of ourselves, or something to that effect. Regardless, he said that he serves yet another master, and that he has been ordered to use the creatures to wipe this world clean. He said he would give us 7 days to prepare, and that I was to inform all of Arcadia's factions of his plan, so that we could band together for some laughable final battle against the creatures. And even if we won, he said, he would then appear himself and personally execute us, all of us." Mithias seemed kinda pissed about this last part. "This Alucard is a fiend and must be stopped. I came to you first, because I saw how Kaldor Drago fought them. He seemed to know what they were. You must also know. Tell me, and tell me there's hope."
Mithias couldn't help but feel intimidated by the large, imposing architecture of the Imperium of Man, the angels, the gold, the spires. These beings literally worshipped their ruler. It was no joke they call him the god-emperor and believed it. They were unified, powerful, oppressive. It reminded Mithias of something, a ping of fear echoing from an ancient past, from a memory he could not recall, and at the very same time, he felt a longing. The two feelings were a complete contradiction within him. These people killed vampires, and yet, he felt as though he belonged with them. He loved them... Was he mad??
Containing himself to a silent awe, Mithias patiently observed his emotions and inwardly searched for an explanation. He did not struggle as he was marched around and went with his escort quite agreeably. He needed the ear of those who could make the decision to defend this world, and he would not jepordize his chance at that. The Imperium would either listen and help, or they would kill him and Arcadia would die anyway. Finally, he entered the grand hall with the cookies and was relieved of his escort.
Mithias listened with his heightened senses to the sounds echoing off the arching ceiling. The acoustics were great in here, with soundwaves converging in specific spots on the floor. Fear left him. The scent of cookies was soothing even in undeath. For a brief moment, he was able to find peace in this oversized sarcophagus. His thoughts cleared. His clothes were nearly dry.
The Primarch himself then entered. The red, glowing eyes were a familiar sight, as many beings, including vampires, had them, but the solidly black skin was not what Mithias had expected. He knew this being was no vampire, but was he in fact, human? Seeing the demonic-looking being take a seat, Mithias did the same. There was no awkward ritual of greeting, nor strange cultural expectations to fumble over. They both merely sat down together. It was equal, and it was peaceful.
Vulcan opened with an interesting tale about the value of small things. This too, was unexpected, yet revealed to Mithias that the being across the table from him was nothing like a mindless warmonger. That was such a relief. Mithias nodded in agreement and with some degree of appreciation and curiosity, reach over the table to take the cookie Vulcan had set down. He looked at it, knowing it was some secret lost ages ago, a thing that this being's father had probably once made. Because of that, it was itself precious. Mithias himself couldn't remember his origins.
"I will tell you everything I know." Holding the cookie, he looked directly at Vulcan's red eyes. "As soon as the peace meeting was attacked, I was specifically spared and herded toward the one that was controlling the creatures. He used them to bring me to him so that he could charge me with delivering his message." Mithias seemed to grow pained and unsettled as he spoke. "His name was Alucard. He also called himself Dracula and said that he was my 'kin.' He was a vampire, like me. I am sure of it, but I can't for the life of me understand why... I feel like I know him. I am not sure I don't know him, but he did tell me that there were many versions of reality, and that we may have met in another universe as different versions of ourselves, or something to that effect. Regardless, he said that he serves yet another master, and that he has been ordered to use the creatures to wipe this world clean. He said he would give us 7 days to prepare, and that I was to inform all of Arcadia's factions of his plan, so that we could band together for some laughable final battle against the creatures. And even if we won, he said, he would then appear himself and personally execute us, all of us." Mithias seemed kinda pissed about this last part. "This Alucard is a fiend and must be stopped. I came to you first, because I saw how Kaldor Drago fought them. He seemed to know what they were. You must also know. Tell me, and tell me there's hope."