Mithias gasped sharply as his state of terrified awe was harshly jolted back to reality. A push, a shove, a hard boot in the backside threw the center of gravity at his hips forward, allowing the tendrils of the forbidden portal to reach out and envelop him hungrily. Time slowed down and the hair on the back of his white neck stood up as the chill terror of death shocked him. Yet, no vampire speed was enough to escape the magic that had already wrapped it's tendrils over him, pulling him inside the gaping hole like a murderer. He screamed, and was gone.

An untold time later, waking from oblivion, Mithias felt his heart pounding within him. He opened his eyes and stood up to find he was breathing, there was a normal amount of gravity, and more than that, he wasn't alone. He placed a hand over his chest and tried in vain to calm himself, panting heavily and looking around frantically. Several times now, he had been certain that he had died. Was this all the afterlife was, a series of terrifying moments, random incineration, and confusing transpositions? Surely he deserved something similarly hellish. 

Second bagan to tick by at a more casual rate, and Mithias' mind became more comfortable with accepting the idea that he was somewhere "normal." ...It was a house, no, a mansion, a castle? The blood runes that desecrated the beautiful wooden walls made him feel like he was trespassing through a coven, no... maybe worse. It was like a place where cultists sacrificed. Maybe they sacrificed vampires. Nevertheless, this place was a live. Visions of corpses evaded him in the corners of his eyes, and he furrowed his brow. Anything even resembling being mentally toyed with was infuriating. 

Finally, Mithias heard his name and noticed Bug. "Bug." The vampire blinked at him several times. Was this really Bug? It looked like him... but it looked like Bug had killed a lot of humans. Mithias, for a vampire, was very protective of humans, and seeing their heads strung over Bug's shoulders stung him undeniably. As he looked at their heads, he couldn't help but recognize one. "Mia?" It was the beautiful black-haired girl who had healed his shattered soul very recently. Mithias owed her, and the apparent fact that she had been killed by Bug was a terrible loss. It meant he could never repay her, and that he had failed her in some way. Then it hit him. Mithias gasped again and stepped back from Bug. The heads were whispering, still talking, and one was still trying to breathe! The creepiness factor was over 9000. Mithias covered his mouth in horror and turned away, leaning his back against the wall. What the hell happened when he fell into that portal? Was he dead or being toyed with by yet another mysterious god? He muttered to himself. "Damn all gods..." He was so done with gods. "Have I brought this upon myself?" Mithias shook his head and considered the plus side of surrendering to insanity.