The sun was setting. Its dimming rays reflected brilliantly off the golden irises of the vampire, Mithias, ex-SOLDIER agent, as he watched from the observation deck of the massive and impossible Terebithia, flying fortress. His arms were crossed, and he stood perfectly, unnaturally still. The scene silently floated by through the large window. A few pillars of smoke rose up off in the distance where fighting had been earlier that day. The sun was beautiful, immutable since the formation of the planet, before even life itself. He admired it for the brief moments it lingered on the horizon. It was peaceful. 

Mithias was dressed in black, Kevlar pants and jacket, and combat boots. He wore a long [url=http://www.liquiwork.com/punkcoatjacket/jpg/11401462.jpg]trench coat[/url] that barely covered his two swords, which were secured to his belt on both sides. A long black sash was tied about his face, the ends hanging down behind him, revealing only his eyes beneath a wide-brimmed black hat. Although unharmed by sunlight, it was still annoyingly bright most of the time. His distinctive long hair fell freely down his back. 

Twenty years it had been since Magnus had defeated SOLDIER at Kilo Point. Mithias had been sent to kill him, and would have, had Magnus not been without a heart in his chest. Mithias had been lucky to even land such a would-be lethal strike, for Magnus was far older and outmatched him. Instead of killing Mithias, Magnus spared him and opened his eyes to the corruption in his beloved organization. Everything he told him had been true, and Mithias had found a new purpose. Unfortunately, things went horribly wrong when he went to join Magnus back at Kilo Point. 

Mithias remembered the warning Gabriel had given him right before it happened. The ancient vampire had said to both of them to fall back, but Mithias didn't listen. He never listened to Gabriel. In fact, Mithias had spent countless centuries trying to destroy the fiend, and now he wasn't sure if he didn't regret it. Weakened from his fight with Magnus, he could have been killed for his insolence right there. Ironic... He and his new brother were both killed in a massive explosion in Kilo Point hours later. 

No one has seen Gabriel in nearly a quarter century now. It's no surprise how the ancient has stayed alive for so long; he simply didn't get himself killed.

It had been, the most peaceful death... but Marten and Mithias were to be denied oblivion. Just enough of their remains had survived to regenerate completely, with a great amount of assistance and investment from Jack, who had them collected from remnants of tissue left behind after the blast. Jack, the SOLDEIR scientist, was obviously insane, yet he must have been brilliant to work out a deal with Magnus after SOLDIER's defeat. Magnus had Martin and Mithias freed from their experimental vessels after his victory.

Since then, Mithias devoted himself stoically to undoing SOLDIER, helping Magnus wrest their deep and corrupted grip from the country and its people, human and vampire alike. It had been easy, but the killing was endless. A being of honor and quixotic ideals, Mithias found himself disturbingly in question as of late. Even if a solid, vampire rule ever could be established, the fighting would never end. He closed his eyes as the sun dipped below the horizon. If only he had been on better terms with his elders, he might have had the privilege of consulting them.