[center][h1][color=0072bc]Kathryn Miller[/color][/h1][/center]

Kathryn knelled over her dead father. His lifeless body, now emotionless. Then Mithias spoke. "Do you want to come with me, Kathryn?" She was speechless for a moment. Unaware of what to say. "[color=0072bc]yes... and I want to learn to fight... I want to avenge my father... I want... Deon, Fucking, Erickson to burn a hundred times over before his death...[/color]" She stood up to face Mithias, and she looked him dead in the eyes. "[color=0072bc]I want to make that bastard Suffer. I want him to hurt like I am hurting now... I... want to take everything from him. Like he has from me.[/color]" Kathryn didn't know it yet, but anyone who knew Hank, knew that Kathryn was just beginning to follow the path of her Father. 


[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Deon Erickson[/color][/h1][/center]

Rats filled the room, hundreds of them, no thousands of them! And Deon felt right at home. He was ready for it all. The second Nightwar was beginning, and his father would be the one to have it done. "[color=ed1c24]Much has happened since your unfortunate death. Before your reincarnation, Mortals have advanced, they can now travel the world in mere hours instead of weeks. They can send explosives from across the world in minutes, they have been into the depths of space, they have developed weaponry that gives some humans enough edge to challenge us... Father... We are in our most fragile state in history. Our most recent attempts at putting mortals in their place... has failed... [/color]" Deon didn't want to admit his familiar in front of his father, but he had to. He needed to know everything. "[color=ed1c24]The Mortal population has reached over seven billion now... we are struggling with a few tens of thousands if my numbers are correct. Most of us are in deep hiding. We no longer have the element of surprise. Father... So much has changed... And I will be here to assist you in any way possible in getting use to the new world, and taking it back from the mortals who have soiled it![/color]" 

Deon was ready to prove himself, so far a lot of his plans have backfired, but the most important one has not. "[color=ed1c24]We need to leave Father, I have our transportation waiting for us on the roof of this structure. It will take us to one of my back up facilities where we can plot out next move.[/color]" Deon stood now. Facing his father. Standing at 6'5", he did what he could to not act intimidating to his father. Trying to prove his worthiness. "[color=ed1c24]This facility is compromised, and you still need to recover before the fighting, and I need a bit more time then we have so I can heal before I can fight.[/color]"