Lady Mo felt a tickling at the edges of her mind at first. It was a feeling unlike her ability to spirit speak, it was an intrusion... and it was enough to distract her for the briefest of moments. Just enough distraction that she got caught at the edge of a Purge soldier's suicide bombing. His self explosion sent chunks of metal armour, flesh, and a blaze of fire in the surrounding areas. The flames licked at her right side, singing the white fur of her coat, only for it to then be covered in the spray of blood. The mental tickling turned into a vision, showing her a glimpse of inside the airport, metal arms gripped her throat and their was a dagger searing through her eye. But it wasn't her eye. "Magnus, the fool." she muttered and took off running towards the airport. A few of the higher ranking wolves followed her out of curiosity and to aid her.

Lacking the abilities to open doors, Mo just ran full speed and plowed through any walls and doors that were left standing until she reached her target. With Kami narrowed in her sights, she charged the metal man, channeling all of her force into his mid-section.

Claws shot forward and sideways, a flurry of raging blades barely parried, as Kami no Kage was forced backwards. Several times his blade slipped past the wall of metal to make a strike at his opponent´s throat, only to find Magnus diving for his own chest. Forced onto the defensive by this overwhelming aggression, there was little the holy warrior could do but hold his foe at bay, the brick wall rapidly approaching from behind. This was certainly not an ideal situation, but, as Kami no Kage knew well, there was always a way to turn something to your advantage. Some element of the environment that could be turned into a weapon. Of course, in this situation, aid came in perhaps the most unexpected form.

The wall exploded outwards, as a massive white wolf covered in blood broke through it, eyes already focusing on it´s prey. Lady Mo had arrived on the scene.

Moving forward, Kami no Kage closed the distance between himself and Magnus, dropping his sword. A sword was no use in truly close quarters, and Magnus found that even his claws were obstructed as Kami no Kage pressed his body against that of his opponent, hands grabbing the Vampire Lord´s wrists. Magnus, in his rage, was more powerful than Kami no Kage, at the very least in physical strength, but this would only prove to be hid downfall. For even as Magnus ripped and raged and attempted to bite his opponent through the armoured glass of his helmet, Kami no Kage simply flipped him over. His own strength was turned against him, as he found himself hurled into the path of the raging wolf.

Kami no Kage stepped sideways, as Lady Mo barreled past, utilizing his full strength to land a kick on her tendon. This caused the leg to instinctively retract, sending the great beasts crashing to the ground, Magnus nearly crushed by the sheer weight, as Kami no Kage turned to retrieve his sword.

About one hundred assault rifles were aimed at his face. Kami no Kage stopped moving, as he realized retrieving his sword might be more of a problem than he had originally thought. Against two Oldbloods at once, even he didn´t stand much of a chance, unless he could get them to work against one another. But with the addition of a large SOLDIER force, his chances were looking quite grim. His armour could take quite a lot of bullets, but it was not impregnable, and he spotted at least one Anti-Tank Rifle in the group. Calculation of lines of fire showed that he wouldn't be able to dodge much, due to the sheer wall of bullets. The line had been set up at a decent distance, preventing Kami no Kage from jumping into the middle of them, even with his enhanced speed.

What was the best solution to the situation?

Slowly, Kami no Kage raised both hands, even as behind him the two Oldbloods prepared to once more tear into him. The cameras on his vision switched to behind, giving him a good view of Lady Mo ripping apart the remains of the wall she had crashed into, unphased by the impact. His sword was too far away for his magnets to reach, and Magnus was already eyeing the belt of daggers around his chest and hips, knowing at what speed Kami no Kage could throw.

[I surrender.]

@Shikaru
Hale's laugh bellowed loudly as he addressed Rhyss's grief.
"Count yourself lucky old man! You were miney!"
He shouted while diving behind a large structure bearing pillar to find cover from the hail of bullets.
Magnus looked like he could use a hand, but first let's clear the area a little.
From the condense on the screen of his suit he could tell they were using holy vapor, so the vampire population was going to sink quickly.
Thus proper strategy, simply, get was to rid himself of the humans first. Before they bring out the silver ammo.
Hale dug his claws into the stone fixture, climbing into the tall pillar, large chunks giving way like dried clay. Tightly he held the steel girders, the rust started to take hold. He reached out for the fuse box on the roof.
Lights flickered in the airport.
Below he saw Magnus's fight with the robot ninja escalate.
Hale doubted again if he had to tag in, but then lady Mo rushed through. Hale swallowed the realization of exactly what he'd been toying with today and return to the task at hand. He clawed again at the fuse box.
The light's flickered again, then the sprinkler's turned on.

The already severely damaged SOLDIER truck swerved around on the open field.
Using the wreckage of trucks and plains as cover Martin drove around at breakneck speed.
It was time to accept Void was never going to let himself get captured alive.
He wasn't even going to let Martin get close. And with Void under constant assault from the Purge,
who also fired at Martin for his colors, getting close was no longer an option anyways.
But he wouldn't let the mission be a total loss.
Martin had now completely abandoned his stolen division and made his way for the radio tower.
He plowed through a few men with asault rifles and with a burning truck and screeching tires he parked before the tower.
Dart gun in one hand and his phone in the other he rushed up the stairs.
A few brave humans made their last stand here. That is, they had holed up with guns and were monitoring the battlefield from the tower.
"Everyone evacuate now! SOLDIER has provided a single truck for you to save your lives!" Martin spoke into the megaphone app on his phone.
As the people started to hurry their way down the stairs he added "And hurry because the back has already caught fire!"

With the people gone Martin took in the machinations of the control panel and estimated how much was still functioning.
He got a nice vieuw of the fight from several cameras. It seemed the best course of action would be to let the battle play out, have SOLDIER and Purge fix the resolve the mess they put him in.
He noted the light's were shorting out, so he turned them of to prevent more damage to the system.

Everywhere inside the lights blacked out. All that lit up the night's darkness were flashlights and the red LEDs on camera's radio's everywhere.

Then suddenly something on the camera gave Martin pause. Was that a bloody werewolf?

In the eyes of a predator, all else blurs in comparison to the targeted prey. This metal man was no more than a lobster, a chore to crack open, but a wonderful delicacy to feast upon was within. On this oddest of days, a hungry wolf could be a fan of shellfish. In her predatory focus, Mohowauuck was surprised by the sudden collision that sent her reeling into the brick wall. The force of her impact on the wall cause bricks to fall before it inevitably caved in. The loss of a support wall weakened the structure of the room significantly, and bits of plaster fell from the ceiling as it began to crack.

Small cuts had formed on her forequarters, but they began healing quite rapidly. The blood of Purge soldiers already began to form gruesome mats in her fur. Lady Mo had her teeth bared in a ferocious grin as she kept her eyes locked onto Kami no Kage. As if she couldn't get any more intimidating in that moment, she did something to make it even worse. She laughed. The sound was low and dark, but distinctly human (well, vampire), which made it all the more unsettling.

The wolves that had followed her into battle out of curiosity now watched her with mouths agape. They had never heard such a sounds come from an animal form before, if she could laugh... perhaps she could even speak. The werewolves moment of awe was shortlived, as they quickly bowed their heads in reverence before they dove in to defend her with their lives. Around six wolves began to circle Kami and bite at his ankles, a tactic that packs of wolves normally use to trip up their prey before devouring it...

"You will be mine, abomination." spoke the white wolf as she watched her pack set up a perfect kill.

Afraid of death.
Why be afraid of it?
One's life has amounted to nothing.
What will be one's legacy?
Nothing but ash and dust and corpses.
All things end.

"Drink your tea and cake, tea is best served warm along side a sweet confection."

The commentaries on Mithias' soul bearing spiel? Cast off and shrugged away, dismissed like the crowd before?

"A man of honor it would seem. You have no debt to me boy, you have come here on your own accord, and surely not by some sense of moral rectitude which ties you to become a servant to another? Be wary who you owe your life to Sir Varomere, and be fortunate I find your abilities most useful in the chess match here. In time, I foresee you becoming a great vampiric overlord, though Merlin here stays mum on your potential. You had said it yourself, you have much to look forward to, but you seem too attached to life to be of much use. Perhaps he would take like his sire then Merlin? A drifter amongst the kin, aimlessly wandering and ever escaping the judgment of death? You very well know he is far older than you and I, and we are but relics. Twice-fold I have become a legend by fang and sword, and you have all but faded into the tales of your death Merlin. Our ranks are numbered, and I would see it fit to invite this one to Camelot and under the tutelage of the brothers, may he ascend into the next generation at the court."

Rambling on yet again, almost seeming to forget Mithias' presence as Bedivere 'conversed' with the tree.

"But no child, the war is not endless." The elder suddenly snapped his attention back at Mithias. "It has merely become a war of attrition. A game of endurance on either side, just as the rabbits and wolves. While I am uncertain of your position in such matters, I assure you, I have grown adequately bored of waiting and would rather see a final cataclysm vastly approaching. Lord Magnus as I believe you may have met, has atempted to initiate the impetus within the global scale, although few of the Ancient ones or Patronatium answered his call for as a whole, vampires are vile and foul creatures of schemes and undying backstabbing, thinking both of the long and short gains while missing the point all together."

There was no end to it.

"You see, while unlike us, the humans have a scant few lives, it is not a story of the tortoise and the hare. While Aesop may have stated that the hare lost due to overconfidence and disregard for the tortoise, it is blood traitors as yourself which create the watchdogs of the hare ever vigilant against the strides of the tortoise. While placating the masses of cattle is not such a difficult task for a vampire who may has ruled a region of the world for centuries, the damage done by rogue vampires such as Void make it impossible to restore the status quo without decades passing. But the one saving grace we, the tortoise, have is the gift of immortality. For by the time the generations after generations of hares and rabbits die, marked with shallow graves, we shall still watch. surviving through and through."

No seriously, Bedivere began his long-winded proposal to no apparent end.

"But forgive me, I did not believe you come here to listen to an old man babble on. And if you did, perhaps you are here for the wrong reasons. I have brought you here to invite you to represent Gabriel should he not attend the Council meeting at Carfax. He is rather unpredictable, and easily predictable at the same time, hence should he show, I suspect having two representatives of his lineage should be sufficient to vie the nod towards collaborative efforts on the global scale. We are after all a twisted society of democratic processes, and each Sire-King get a vote by the ancient agreement. That being the case, you must actually be a sire, to which I must inquire if you have any progeny spawned under your own fang mark."

And on it went with hardly a pause between.

"If not, I have the perfect suggestion for a candidate. Consider your perceived debt to me official annulled if you Sir Varomere, can successfully turn a Mathew Stone esquire into a creature of the night. He shall be a very important playing piece as I believe once given the dark powers, he shall see the world in a new... Light. Hrm? What say you then? I know the choice is far less easy to make within the minutes I have granted you, as such I would suspect no party would be discontented should I extend an official invitation to join me per your request in the sacred halls of Camelot until the moment of your descion, a great honor I assure you as no other guest has been thus far invited to Camelot since Arthur left. What so you then Old boy? I will escort you there this instant should you accept."

Finally it was over. And to make his point more clear that Mithias was merely given the illusion of choice, Bedivere drank his tea with a single quaff. Rising from the table as to imply he already knew what Mithias would say.

"It is better if you drive, I shall provide directions. I am afraid I have never quite required the means of localized transportation in my vampirism, and hence I have never quite learn how to use one of these automobiles."

There was plenty of time to try the "tea" as Bedivere rambled on to Merlin and finally made his proposal. So, in short, Magnus had attempted to initiate this cataclysm that Bedivere so longed for, yet had not been successful. Void's actions also transiently tipped the scales of balance, but rocked them the wrong way, disturbing Bedivere's grip on the United Kingdom. And now, the medieval minded oldblood intended to call a legendary meeting of vampire kind. Supposedly, he wanted Mithias to be a part of it, referencing his tie to Gabriel, one of the often absent sire-kings.

Mithias set down his cup. He knew he was only being offered a choice out of formality, when indeed refusal was out of the question. However, he had no desire to test the oldblood's power. He'd lose. He'd need a lot more information before he could set the proper trap for this dragon, if such thing were to become necessary.

But clearly, Bedivere had his loyalties. He didn't operate alone. He was an organizer, a strategist, a general even... but he was strangely not a leader. Contemplating all of this, as well as the recommendation of turning someone, Mithias finished his tea as well and got up. ... Did the old geezer seriously just say "Camelot?" This had to be seen.

Mithias got in on the right, the driver's seat, and started the engine. "Bedivere, how did... How do you know anything of my bloodline?"

"My dear boy, you've stated you owe a debt to not only I but also Old Gabby."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm of his line."

"Then in such a case, why do you owe him your life?"

"For parrying that blade away from my heart."

"Then why are you here and not at his side?"

Mithias furrowed his brow and shifted into gear. The question stabbed him. After a long moment, he answered only, "He is impossible to follow."

"Is he? Or do you believe he does not consider you to owe him anything, and yet he is not as hospitable as I?"

"We shall see."

"So it would appear I have guessed correctly."

The disturbed silence from the younger was quite affirmative. The black Aston hit the highway, and Mithias spread its wings over the smooth asphalt.

Camelot, Arthur? There was a good 95% chance Bedivere was just another insane, and insanely strong, oldblood. Damnit. Why were they ALL crazy?

It was! It was a werewolf! No wait!
MORE.
There was a whole pack of werewolves rushing through the airport.
Lead by a massive white wolf who seemed to be targeting the Purge leader.
Martin peered at the dark and grainy screens, he could barely make out what was going on.

None of this shit had been in the briefing.

With rushed pace Martin studied the controls before him, most were used to manage flights, turn the runways on or off, contact radio's...
Found it! Intercom!

Through the darkness a crackling voice boomed trough the airport.
"Void! You're outnumbered and outmaneuvered. Make your way to the airplane you came in and surrender yourself there!"
Martin turned on the runway lights and moved some sliders around, the massive bright focused on Void from behind the few Purge troups standing ground, blinding him and making it impossible to discern anything but their silhouettes.
Void had two ways he could go, back to the plane, or back inside through gate 8.
Martin knew Void wasn't going to comply, thus the true death was the only solution. From what he could tell he chose Kami for this purpose.

Now his voice boomed through the terminal.
"Purge leader! North!"
A few meters to Kami's north was the entry to gate 8, its reinforced doors slowly closing, he could make it through!

"Fuck that!" Hale shouted as he jumped down from the pillar as it came crashing down on the entrance and a bunch of humans entering the building from the south.
"Cut him off!" He bellowed as he started to circle around, hoping to block Kami's path.
Several werewolves stuck to hounding their prey, others followed Hale's example and moved to block his path.

Martin placed the microphone next to the speakers inside the control tower, and flicked them on.
The feedback loop, played over every speaker in the airport, caused a ear piercing high pitched tone that resonated through the terminal.
Loud and sharp enough to cause serious pain to humans, Martin put on his headphones as protection.

Hale, even though he had neglected to train his senses stopped dead in his tracks, clasping his hands on his ears.

The only thing louder than the screaming of the speakers was the howling of the wolves in pain.

So, it seemed like he was surrounded by Heathens and monsters. His surrender had not been accepted, he should not have expected even an ounce of grace from the Godless.

Then, the lights fell out.

A werewolf dashed forward from behind, a motion instantly registered and tracked through method of back-mounted cameras. It was the beast's natural instinct to attack upon the perceived weakness of it's prey. A predator of the night, used to being able to easily outmaneauver it's prey in the darkness. Of course, it had never fought Kami no Kage.

Kami no Kage turned, a dagger in his hand already, as he slammed it into the creature's temple. Instantly, the light in it's eyes died, the silver blade hissing against the werewolf's flesh. A second blade was in his hand, pointing the other way to discourage the creature's allies from attacking. Of course, such warnings went unheeded by these foul beasts.

A shriek echoed through the air, a feedback loop loud enough to drop the wolves straight to the ground. It took a second even for Kami no Kage to adjust to the sudden burst of sound, but once he did he realized he had all the opening he needed.

A quick calculation. It would be easy to finish off the werewolves right now, in their weakened state, and had he been alone with them he would have done so promptly. However, the greater threat was the large number of SOLDIER agents who surrounded him now, who had far more temporarily been weakened. Human ears were still vulnerable, but far less so. And he had no doubt his vampiric opponents would adapt as quickly as he did, even now they were probably moving to strike a blow on him. After all, it was only natural for such an animal to strike at weakened prey.

Kami no Kage dashed towards the soldier ranks, one hand outstretched as his sword launched itself into it, the magnetic doing their work once he got within a meter. Those in the front row were already recovering, even after a mere half second, but it was not fast enough. A quick strike separated a man from his lower half. The blade slid through bone like butter, the kevlar offered no resistance to it's diamond edge. Swiftly twirling, Kami no Kage danced his way through the ranks, slashing left and right, guns become almost useless at such short range, his opponent blinded by the darkness. But the worst was yet to come.

After all, he was prey now. And wasn't it only natural that beasts follow their fleeing prey? If a few others got in the way, that would be nothing but bonus.....

Matt held his ears as the speakers blared, it didn't take long for him nor his men to recover. As soon as he did he shouted orders "Open fire! Aim for the legs, I want this bastard captured!" He shouted into his headset, drawing his guns and opening fire with the rest. It didn't take long for the armor to begin chipping away, Kami was fast and dodged many bullets, but it was impossible for him to dodge all of them. Took a few more seconds before his legs took a heavy beating from the barrage of gunfire, Rhyss had joined in on it as well using Grim and Reaper to destroy the armor further. Kami might be some kind of super human asshole, but his legs eventually gave out after he had cut down 10 more of Matt's men. He crashed to the ground awkwardly, yet surprisingly he didn't bleed from his leg wounds. "I want this asshole knocked out and in cuffs, he's going to be put on trial for this...this massacre of innocent people." Matt shouted orderd once more, tossing Rhyss a pair of handcuffs. "If he so much as fucking twitches bust his teeth out of his skull, Agent Rhyss." Matt told him. Rhyss complied with a grin and a nod, walking over to him. Kami squirmed away a bit, still trying to fight the far superior numbers. "Now now, please move more. I would enjoy bothing more than to beat you senseless." Rhyss told him, grinning the entire time. He deftly flipped him on his back and cuffrd him in a few seconds. As an extra pre-caution he decided to greet his skull with the back of his shotgun, knocking him un-concious. "Bagged and tagged, what now?" Rhyss asked.

"Chuck him in one of the vans and strip his weapons, this asshole is going into solitary untill we decide what to do with him." Matt told him. Rhyss shrugged, slung the guy over his shoulder, and proceeded to one of the vans.

He tossed him in and crossed his arms standing in front of the van, his job was mostly over at this point it seemed, just had to guard the prisoner. "Announce to the Purge we captured their leader. Tell them to surrender or die, search for any injured. Execute them if they are Purge, retrieve them if they are one of ours."

When the orders were given the clearly outnumbered and without a leader Purge mostly gave up, save a few jackassed that thought they could gun everything down by themselves. Around 20 Purge of the army that came were arrested and loaded into the trucks to be processed. It seemed Void had dissapeared, along with the rest of the vampires that were there. Matt guessed they had enough sense to leave while they had the chance. A few minutes later a vial was tossed and landed at Matt's feet with a note attached that read "Give this to sleeping beauty once you get him to jail if you want him to be of much use- Shane" Matt shrugged and pocketed the Phial, not exactly sure what it did, he debated on whether or not to give it to him.

Once Matt was sure everything was clear, he holstered his guns and hopped back in the van that Kami was lying un-concious in. It had been a short but tough fight, but in light of it all they had captured Kami. Or had Kami captured them? It did seem strange to Matt how easy it was to trap the famed assassin. He shtugged and brushed the thought away for now, the vans drove off, the one Matt in heading a few hundred miles of where Kilo Point was to a high security prison dedicated to war criminals and compact breakers. No one ever escaped there and lived to tell about it, at least for now.

Once Kami was deposited in the prison Matt set to work filing the paperwork and notifying SOLDIER, surely he would get a pay raise or a promotion for putting away the most notorious criminal they'd seen.
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Magnus slammed into Lady Mo, hard. He lay there stunned for a few moments before regaining his composure. When he stood his eye had regenerated and along with it he gained control over his actions. Lady Mo had decided they were going on the assault this time, her pack of wolves circling Kami. It wasn't long after the most god awful sound squealed over the speakers, deafening Magnus and the wolves for a few moments. In an instant Kami had both killed one of the wolves and was back on his feet, Magnus of course also noticed the army of SOLDIER Kami had previously surrendered too, and how Kami recklessly charged towards them.

They in turn had opened fire on Kami, showering him with bullets. Magnus might be crazier than a 99% sale at a 99 cent store, but he wasn't stupid. "Hale, Mo. I do believe it is time for us to bid our friends ado and let SOLDIER handle Kami...yes." Magnus shouted to them. "But before we go..." Magnus pulled out one of the antidote injectors and a note, grabbing a pen from the floor he wrote a note. Wrapping the Phial in it he tossed it toward the most important guys feet. He then proceeded to exit out the most un-guarded area and make his way back to base. He had an army to sire and train, now with Kami out of the way his plans only got easier. He grinned and laughed manically as he ran back to his base, oh the fun that would soon come...

Martin sat and peered at the screens.
The chess pieces were not cooperating.
While idly eating some chocolate Martin contemplated how badly the mission was going.
One target was running amok on a battlefield, the other was in the hands of another old blood, who did not respond to his calls.
He followed Voids movements on the camera's, the idea he had no way of controlling this monster infuriated Martin.
And now the battle seemed to die down, he'd probably be able to slip away in the chaos.

In the meantime he noted the lunatic that had crashed the party on his bike seemed to have devoted his time to breaking down everything.
Maybe he could antagonize the madman, maybe he'd be a piece he could use. His voice glamoured trough the battlefield once more.
"Hey you. The asshole who is clawing at those pillars. What are you doing?"

Hale looked up. He had successfully ignored Kami, Magnus, Mo and two armies in his furious resolve to tear the building down.
And in this processes he had managed to not notice most were either fleeing or had already abandoned the battlefield.
But now the voice from the speakers was trash talking him. And that would not stand.
"What do you want!?" He shouted up at the roof.

"I wonder what you are doing?"

"I'm going to ruin the airport! Bring it down on everyone!"
Hale continued to rip the metal reinforcements from concrete pillars.

"Why? Seems pointless."

"Everything we do is pointless! All we are is chaos. I just accept that."
The building rumbled again, several ceiling plates came down.

"So.. you and you're friends aren't here for Void?"

"Everyone here is bound for the void eventually. But I'm in no hurry to die. There is destruction to be wrought!"

"...There's a vampire here who's named himself Void."
Every time Martin spoke his voice became courser, and less powerful as more and more speakers broke down by Hale's rampage.

"Why would I care?"

"You're about to bring the northern part of the building down on his head, is he not your ally?"

Hale stopped and looked into one of the last working camera's.
He laughed a deep hollow laugh.
"There are no allies in ruin. Everything breaks equally!"

With that he smashed the last bearing pillar, the several stories high building groaned under its own weight. Walls and pillars snapped like massive twigs. Electrical wire shorted out everywhere around him, the light of sparks flashed and lit up the airport periodically. Heralding fire and ruin.

Hale ran. He ran while laughing. Debris flying and falling around him. He stepped outside as everything collapsed behind him.
He howled as the airport came crashing to the ground like the wrath of the titans unforgiving hammer.


Martin stared at the many screens as they went dark one by one. When all power went out he looked out the window.
He saw the entire east wing collapse. People, wolves and vampires running out in panic while the lunatic stood on a broken down tank laughing his ass off.

Martin wondered if Void had made it out. He didn't feel like having to dig trough all that ruble to find his remains. This night was getting worse and worse.

Time.
The river flows and ebbs.
The waters gush forward.
No more could the hours waste away.
Sands trickling in the glass.
Night falls upon the humanity.
The elder council begins.

There in the midst of the Castle Carfax, within the heart of the old fortress was the macabre scene prepared. Engraved wooded tables sat around in assembly, a mockery of the United Nations as dripping overhead each seat were corpses of sedated humans, burning alive from their feet while slowly dripping blood from their necks. Both lighting and dining purposes, as the sanguine drops filled the goblets which collected the ruby liquor. In the middle of the room presented was an ancient rock, far older than the castle itself as it was placed upon a pillar. A relic of times past it was, moved from the Collection to be used as political tool. Vampires both old and young would fill these halls, and satiating their needs was wise to do, for the ancient ones would most certainly be irked at such a meeting should they come, only bound by a loose agreement within their blood creed. These allies would be enemies, and enemies would be allies, here in the heart of darkness, let them come to test humanity.

"Night Lady Natasha, you come early, once more I offer my condolences." Bedivere stood inside the council chamber, personally greeting each elder arriving per a formal reception. Anything less would be a insult, even if they see Bedivere as a lesser vampire from his own relative youth compared to the Pale Lady, who has taken to a long leave of absence and as thus delegated Bedivere to fulfill her role within the Elder Council. To such end, he himself had to be careful of who he offended, place a group of old vampires in a single room and surely there was going to be internal scheming and conflict. As such, to project a neutrality between the vampires would be most ideal. Calling for Void to be punished for breaching the per norm rules, was on the agenda, but the truth was the rally up the global leaders into initiating a full on war to end the struggle for power between human and vampire, But it was a pseudo-democratic processes after all, with votes only counting if one was not dead.

"Sir Bedivere, you know very well this castle belongs to me. My father purchased it and it is rightfully mine. This event is not your to host." Ah Natasha, the young girl had spark, she takes after her father, but nevertheless in spite of her outburst she took her seat as designated, swirling the goblet of blood as a vintage wine before quaffing the liquid. She knew that since Britain belonged to the Pale Lady, her father stole the castle in the first place.

The evening would be filled with more characters such as this as evident by Bedivere's greetings.

"Dark Lord Atta, Lord of the Vodun, and Night Lady Amunhotep, Queen of the Nile. I welcome you both to Carfax. Good Evening Dark Lord Kami Yi of Dark Sun and Night Lady Zheng Yin. Lady Michelle au Paris and Lord Raphael da Stella, my closest European allies. The famed Guru of the Night I am humbled by your presence..."

And so Forth and so Forth, until the seats began to be filled. The power held here within this chamber was something truly frightening.

Lady Mo, Magnus, and Void were still to arrive.
And of course Mithias as a Stand in for Gabriel, lest the old dog decide to show up himself uninvited.
Albeit very expected of him to do so.

As much as the predator in her wanted to go and claim the kill that was rightfully hers, Lady Mo listened when Magnus called for a retreat. She listened, but she wasn't happy about it. The white wolf was moody and bloodthirsty, and even took to growling at Magnus and snapping her teeth threateningly before running off. A midst the bodies and charred remains of the airport tarmac, Mohowauck retrieved her clothing and ran off into the woods with the leathers clutched in her jaw.

Once safely retreated within the comfort of the trees, Lady Mohowauuck turned back to face the airport. She watched as flames licked some of the building's sides, and smoke billowed up from the roof. As she stared on, she got to witness the airport crumple in on it's self... it was absolutely beautiful. The great wolf appeared to have a smile on her face and dropped her clothing long enough to let out a victorious howl. The eerie sound pierced through the night air and was soon echoed by the many voices of her newest lupine allies. Although some had fallen, her pack had grown much larger this night.

After one last glance at the airport, Mohowauuck picked up her clothes again and ran off. Let the humans witness a glimpse of what their so-called civilization would soon become -- all of their accomplishments would be reduced to ash in the wind.

Mohowauuck soon arrived at Magnus' ridiculous underground base to check in and see if there was any news for her. Before gaining entrance, Lady Mo shifted and dressed herself, as to not offend anyone's delicate sensibilities. Upon entering the first gates of the base, a guard bowed towards her and reported: "Lady Mohowauuck, a message has arrived for you..."

As Void was running towards the airport he had a feeling someone was watching him, Void peered around but saw no one. There was chaos all around, it was a symphony of screams, someone seemed to be speaking to him on the intercom. Then part of the airport crashed in on its self the screeching of metal on metal as the supports finally gave way led to the inevitable deafening noise as concrete crashed to the floor. Void decided he would find this man who had been speaking to him, "I will surrender peacefully, this has become rather boring either way" Void said. He had become bored with these humans and Vampires clashing, it became less dull when the wolves came but only temporarily. The fighting seemed to have died down after the airport crumbled, Void sat back on the cold floor beneath him and smiled. Someone here was bound to entertain him, after the years of boredom something new had to happen. Void lay down and closed his eyes waiting for whoever had been speaking to him to come say hello.

Martin could hardly believe himself when Void sat down and agreed to sit and await capture.
Not that he was in any way capable of capturing him now...
Well.. best not to disappoint him and go talk to him.
The speakers were broken.
Martin walked out of the control tower, again in his hazmat suit he strolled out over the field to meet Void.
He waved calmly, then sat down.
"Sorry for the messy welcome. I'll admit it wasn't my intention to draw all those people in."
His voice sounded muffled trough the plexiglas mask, but a vampires heightened hearing would have no trouble with that.
"Now then. You've had a taste of the world outside. Was it as you expected it to be? Can I convince you to come back to the lab now?"

As the man in the hazmat suit came over Void knew it was the person on the speakers.
Void sighed "All these people are boring, they don't do anything interesting"
He had thought the world would have more interesting things do but all that was here were self-absorbed humans, "All they do is fight among each other, there is already chaos here and it would be too difficult to instill more chaos without my sword"
Void stood abruptly "Where are we going now?"

"That's right, all they do is fight. Humanity is doomed as the inevitable vampire threat will wipe them all out eventually...
And in result they will wipe out themselves. We are at the edge of the end times and knowing the ending makes it all quite.. predictable."
Martin gestured suddenly and wildly with his arms.
"So let's add some chaos then! Let's do something that'll throw the status quo in disarray. And maybe save the world!"
Martin smiled wide while his voice got more and more exited.
"Let's kill all the old bloods."

Martin pulled out his phone.
"To do that we'll be going back to the British isles. We'll catch a plane to Wales. Where we'll learn you to kill and cure.
Meanwhile I'll see if I can find Contagion.. Hold on."
He dialed a single tone and plugged the phone into his headphones.
"Hello? Yes, still alive... #7251 status:. ehm.. interested.. yes. #7252 status: unclear, perceived to be in the hands of the old blood 'Mithias Varomere'. I'll send you his data, including phone number. Yes, please track his phone. I suspect him to be in great Britain... I'll send you the footage of the plane that I pulled from the control tower.
Oh and one more thing, the airport here has been put out of commission indefinitely, I could use an extraction. Houston Airport? Ok. Martin out."

Slowly and gingerly, the appointed SOLDIER agents picked up the seemingly unconscious Kami no Kage. He seemed lifeless enough, but they had seen this figure dancing through their ranks, at such speeds that his blade was nothing more than a flash of light. And they had not forgotten the legends and rumours, that the Purge leader was an immortal killing machine. It was mostly propaganda - an enemy who fears you is halfway towards defeat. But Some of it was accurate.

Cuffs were placed on his arms, and both soldier dragged him away. When, suddenly, fingers gripped their wrists. Kami no Kage's wrists had twisted 180 degrees, a freakish sight, and it took them a moment to realize he must have dislodged his own wrists. One finger placed itself carefully on the tendon of their wrists, the rest clasped around them, twisting their arm. They tried for their guns, of course, but from this position Kami no Kage could fairly easily have broken their arms.

"Let go of the men before I blast your goddamn head off!"

A group of SOLDIER had instantly surrounded Kami no Kage, each equipped with heavy AP weaponry designed to pierce his armoured suit. Nervously, they aimed the weapons at the featureless black glass plate that covered Kami's face. Fingers nervously tapped triggers, as time seemed to drag it's feet. A silence that couldn't be broken, that covered the scene.

Kami, for his part, simply stared. He saw the flames, the shattered columns, the piles of rubble, the arms sticking out from it. The corpses of the fallen, piled high among the ruins of their world. The ashes of the age of man, strong in the wind, an omen of the end. He watched, wordless, soundless.

[Watch, as the fruits of your work unfold. Today, you have stood beside demons, and slaughtered fellow men. And your judgement will come.]

Once more lapsing into silence, Kami no Kage released his two hostages, who then dumped him into the truck, making sure to remain out of arm's reach. A set of three men entered with him, each armed with anti-tank rifles. They would have removed Kami no Kage's armour, of course, had such a thing been possible. This suit had not been designed for easy removal, and only the person wearing it could remove it with ease. If SOLDIER wanted this technology, they'd have to cut it off of him.

They had fallen out of grace. And judgement would be placed on them.

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The truck moved across the thick roads, which had been reserved just for their passage. No delays would be accepted, and all other traffic was redirected to different routes. Each guard sat down, keeping a nervous eye on the slumped armoured figure on the floor. behind the shaded glass it was impossible to tell if he was asleep or watching them, and they were far too wise to check. They jumped slightly at every bump, the 3 pairs of manacles around Kami's arms doing little to reassure them.

[Do you have children? A family?]

"What? Okay, you shut-"

A rapid burst of movement, arms striking the first guard in the neck, his neck snapped and bloodline ruptured. A gun was raised, and then was kicked, flipping out of the figure's hands before Kami no Kage moved on. No room to move, no room to escape, fun flipped away, trigger finger broken before he could pull. The third man dropped to the floor, a scream muted by a boot to the neck, shattering it. The second man had dropped to the floor, unconscious. A calculated application of force to the side of the head, enough to put him down but not enough to kill him. Within a space of 3 seconds all 3 men had fallen, not a single shot fired. Leaning down, Kami no Kage picked up the keys from the figure's, slowly unlocking his arms.

[I was referring to the driver. Are you married? I would hope, if you would court a girl, you would have the decency to marry her. Keep driving.]

The first pair of manacles clattered to the floor. Then the second, then the third. Calmly, Kami no Kage sat down. Only a thin series of bars separated the compartments, and in one hand Kami no kage held the rifle that had moments before been trained on him. The driver, a middle-aged man by the name of Jeffrey, gripped the steer with white knuckles, cold sweat running down his neck. He would tremble, were his body any less tense, were his teeth not grit so tight they threatened to collapse.

[You did not fight, but you aided those who did. That is a sin, do you know what that word means? It means you have insulted your father, the Lord who made and commanded you. Of course, there is forgiveness. For you did so with good intentions. I can see that.]

Slowly, Kami no Kage raised his right foot. The unconscious figure on the floor twitched, as he started to regain consciousness.

[So, why don't you keep on driving? And I will forgive you. Wouldn't that be nice?]

Like a metal-clad whip, the leg struck downwards. The crack of bone, like a miniature explosion, as grey matter and blood coated the inside of the vehicle.

[And you get to return to your family. Retire. Make sure to get your son a good education, and a degree. Raise him to be a moral, just, god-fearing person. Being a soldier is a tiresome job, and the world would be a better place with less of them.]

Nothing was said back. Had Jeffrey had something to say, he would have found his throat too dry to utter words, as tears streamed down his face. But he drove on, steadily, silently. Even as, in the background, he heard Kami no Kage praying, in that robotic monotone. Even as, with every bump, he could hear his former colleagues corpses flop to the floor.

Judgement was coming.

- Removed -

The time had finally come. The renowned sire-kings, ancients and oldbloods, lords and ladies alike were all coming here, to the castle on the Thames, and every one of them made an entrance with their arrival simply with the aura of their presence alone. So many of the vampires Mithias now had the privilege to lay eyes on were simply rumored to exist, yet here they were, with some physical being claiming their name. Not all of them were terribly archaic, and a few, Mithias recalled, he had nearly tracked down once or twice. He doubted any would have cared about his actions in the war however. A few slain grandchildren wasn't on their level.

The magnitude of combined power in the room was mind blowing. Still, the assurance of mutual destruction was enough to keep the participants civil. This gathering would be legendary.

Mithias had said nothing of the lengths Bedivere had gone to in preparation. The poor old chap had been very agitated lately. His focus kept him strict, demanding, and allowed no patience for frivolity. Mithias had wisely given Bedivere space.

The human sacrifices did bother him, but he kept his silence and refused to look up on the burning, bleeding bodies above. This was not his domain. He was merely an observer here, as he tried to remind himself, however he was to have a say in the debates to follow in place of his sire. Perhaps this was fortunate, as he and his father had very different opinions, and Mithais could potentially stymie the pervasive anti-human sentiment. But until then, he would remain seated, silent and in the shadows of the shadows.

The young stand-in sat at one of the tables, a wide brimmed black hat shielding him from the gaze-locking sights of the vampire lords. He had on a long, black cloak, trimmed and fit for a formal gathering. He also wore several pieces of knighty armor, polished, free of holy iconography, which included shoulder guards and breastplate.
It was more symbolic than anything, really, Bedivere assuring him it was good form. His usual, modern vambraces and leather gloves covered his arms, and heavy locks of straight black hair rested on either side of his chest and down the back of his seat behind him. And of course he had his weapons. All vampires had some means of self defense, and unless they had some kind of telekinesis or irresistible charm ability, strength and claws were expected. It was no different for Mithias. He may have been the youngest vampire present, but he had to show pride.

Unfortunately, Mithais was an idiot when it came to the verbal grace and sinister social tact of the oldbloods. Bedivere, his host and informal keeper, had basically commanded him to keep his fool mouth shut as much as possible, lest he would find other things for him to do with his tongue. And thus, Mithias accepted this suggestion. In truth, it had been his own plan all along. Fortunately, he had another distraction to fixate on, a quiet burning in the middle of his chest. For months now, he had worn it, at his host's recommendation, in an effort to develop a resistance to holiness. A small silver cross dangled from a necklace under his armor, ever singing its mark into his flesh.

Camelot, for a vampire kingdom, was ironically rampant with christian holy symbols. Mithias's discomfort around them had been a covert source of amusement to the old knight for the first several weeks. He had to chose his wanderings with caution. Bedivere had warned him that if he ever entered the chapel he would instantly vaporize, due to the artifacts within. Even Bedivere himself couldn't go inside.

A mild weakness, a mild distraction. The task was to tolerate it.

Mithias sighed quietly as he listened to Bedivere greet his guests. He himself hadn't managed to sire anyone before the meeting and would therefore have as much voice as a pantry mouse. He wondered where his father would be during all this. It had been a long time since their talk, yet such time was meaninglessly small to Gabriel. Perhaps the ancient trickster had taken off his wristwatch and completely lost track. Mithias failed to recall if Gabriel had been wearing one in Oklahoma. More than likely, Mithias had simply been forgotten again. Maybe nothing had changed.

A stong woman's voice pierced through the room, and Mithias heard the pointed exchange about Castle Carfax. It had been claimed by Dracula once, Natasha's late father. Pale pink lips began to part dangerously beneath the brim of his hat. They closed. The situation appeared to resolve with her walking off. Mithias remained subdued, continuing to tolerate his secret distraction.

Moments later, a nervous vampire servant entered from the back rooms and briskly approached Lord Bedivere. The elder vampire furrowed a brow dangerously at him as the latter implored him for his ear. A whisper... "My Lord... the best wine, has already been used. There is none left... !" He trembled anxiously.