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Stein shrugs as he leans back in his chair. "Heaven's greatest weapon will do what it was created to do. It will kill first Magnus, then Gabriel, then Martin. Of course, it's quite possible that my darling has changed the order in my absence. What you don't seem to understand is that I never controlled Terebithia. I created her, and she obeyed me for I was her father, and she respected me. She still had much to learn. However, now?" Stein chuckles, as he looks at the ground. He seems surprisingly somber. "It's amazing just how fast the grow up, isn't it? She's all ready to tear down the cornerstones of civilisation, just like her daddy. I just wish I could be there to congratulate her on her first master plan, and advise her on her first deceptions."

Smiling, Stein begins to fade away. "But I guess there's only so much a parent can do. By my calculations, her hunger for knowledge and power will lead to her own demise, she's got too much attention focused on her. The odds are stacked against her survival, even if Heaven's Greatest Weapon is successful in it's objectives and Project Armageddon being released is just bad for business. If you manage to get to her computing systems, I can help you shut her down, send her to sleep. In the current situation, it's best she learn about failure, that she can better appreciate victory." Stein holds up his hands, and claps twice. Even as the area seems to fade back into nothingness, and you once more feel the headache build, you hear his words echo after you. "Now hop to it, boy. You'll need to show the world what you can do for this one. I guess, for once, you get to play the hero of the story."
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Clarity. It was coming back slowly. Mithias opened his eyes to find himself in a comfortable room, lying on a table. Dim candle light was bright enough for his whopping headache. He groaned. He tried to remember the last thing that had happened before he was talking to Stein. "Rhyss?" Mithias spoke quietly. His headache was gradually subsiding, but the pain still made it hard to concentrate. Mithias tilted his head to see several vampires in the room with him. "Rhyss. You're alive." Mithias sat up. "Thank you for bringing me here. What happened. What was that thing you were fighting?" Mithias rubbed his head and grit his teeth. Suddenly he gasped with even more recollection. "Oh no! Please forgive me, but I need to get out of here now!" He pushed himself unsteadily off the table and headed for the door. "It's the Terebithia! She is... alive!" Mithias had never acted so insane before. "I can stop her. I need a plane!"
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Words of disappointment echoed trough Xerc's mind. "̢̀͡ For a moment I entertained the thought I might have found a kindred spirit. But clearly this mind is ripe with hatred just like the others, all be it more sophisticated. "̸̶̴͠
Martin played with the idea of implanting in Cedric awareness of Xerc's gaze directed at him, but chose not to. Not yet at least.

As Mithias returned to his conscious, awakened state Martin visited him as well.
"̢̀͡ Out of courtesy I remain outside until invited in again. So I do not know what the titan minds remnant had to say. The phoenix seems... Distraught, bad news I take it? "̸̶̴͠
Unawares of the two psionics conversing over his brain Cedric carefully stepped over the hill to find the SOLDIER camp. He fished the white flag from his pocket and held it up as high as he could. He wished he'd gotten around to getting the vampire blood splatter off the damn thing, too bad he forgot. Maybe it'll be a plus 'ere. He thought.
"Aight, let's go say hi to ah.." He checked a small black notebook. "Matt."
Not too far from here, near the decoy camp stood Charles, with his car, calling out.
As if from nowhere an answer came at last. The voice sounded like a twisted echo, hollow and hypnotizing.
"̢̀͡ I'm here, what is it you are looking for mortal? "̸̶̴͠
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CHUG CHUG CHUG. the car git rebooted "back to the deserted base i guess. my new home fr a while, well until i bouunce town and keep going" he smiled as the car drove iut the forrest.

a few minutes later he was at the base. he shiut the door with a clunk and walked in with his AK and pistoles. he wasnt afraid if this deserted base after all it was, well deserted.
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"Takes one to know one. The touch of others gets me sick to the core, so sorry to disappoint you there. Ringing bells isn't my thing." Xerc snapped. She soon went silent after that, busy with Scarlet and reading through a book that had a leather cover, each page was filled to the brim with words that sometimes didn't make the slightest bit of sense. She chuckled, not over a specific thing, but more to what was happening around her.
Scarlet patiently followed behind Cedric, looking down at the camp with wonder. "Who's Matt?" She asked, taking two steps to the side and looking up at him again. No one ever told her anything important, because she wasn't needed in her her own eyes. Only Xerc would care if she died, no one else. Such a sad time for someone her age.
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"̢̀͡ I see, then what is.. your thing? "̸̶̴͠
Martin replied to Xerc, unsure if talking to this entity was coing to be fruitfull.
Cedric wandered trough the camp with the flag over his shoulder. "I don't know love. But he's the guy I gotto talk to, so I 'sume he's the leader a this band a merry men."
He replied as he stopped because two armed soldiers came walking over to them.
"Halt! Who goes there."
"I'm Cedric Faetouched and I'm here as 'n official envoy to speak parley on behalf of tha In'pendent 'unters Guild of western Europe."
He made a small bow, he assumed Scarlet would introduce herself.
Cedric focused mostly on hiding his nervousness.
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"Halt! Who goes there." wa heard down the corridoor. he swung his gun over his shoulder and jogged outside to see two soldiers and a man having a conversation "evening gents, whats happening here" he smiled and looked over at his old beaten up car
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"Collecting information. But I'm not giving it out. If you want me to, give me a reason that flows perfectly. The name is Xerc. " Xerc said, sighing afterwards.
Scarlet was startled when the two men appeared, so she jumped back a bit. "I'm Scarlet Newleaf, I'm with Cedric for protection." She replied, stuttering a bit inbetween words. She looked over at Cedric for reassurance, making a little bow as well, seeing as she had no clue what to do.
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Cedric repeated himself.
"I'm Cedric Faetouched and I'm here as 'n official envoy to speak parley on behalf of tha In'pendent 'unters Guild of western Europe. Can someone get me ta Matt? I have a package ta deliver."
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"hello Mr whatsis face!" he smiled and spun the car keys in his fingers "im Charles Richardson. survivor extraordinary" he had his arms open. he then noticed the girl "and who is this thing?" he took the girls hand and shook it "you should be careful, vampires about and all" he winked at her. "so what brings you to this base?"
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Matt heard the ruckus from his office, grabbed his chakram that was leaning up against the wall and busted out the door. "Stand down men." Matt told them walking inbetween them. "I reckon I would be the man you are looking for, names Matt. What exactly do you want and how exactly did you find our base so easily?" Matt questioned, leaning against the chakram with a pissed off expression in his face. The last thing he wanted was Magnus to be arrogant enough to send someone to state the were attacking or some other bullshit.
Rhyss had no damn clue what Mithias was talking about 'Terebitha being alive.' but he knew one thing, it wasn't good. "I'm coming with you, got me a brand new Bunker Buster." Rhyss told him cocking the shotgun. "Let's go, follow me." Rhyss told him running down the corridor to the air-bay. Luckily they still had one of Stein's high tech jets that were basically a mini version of Terebitha and just as hard to take down. "So, Whose drivin'?" Rhyss told him with a grin.
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Mithias looked at Rhyss, and for the first time ever, smiled at him. "Thank you, Rhyss. I am in your debt, friend." He nodded at the 'Bunker Buster.' "Then I too will bring such. We will need the firepower to fight the drones on board. Over there. Get in that jet, and start it up. Wait for me." Mithias turned around and pointed at him to emphasize his last words, "Don't try to engage Terebithia without me!" As Rhyss went off the grab the jet, Mithias ran out of sight to grab some gear.

Seeing Mithias Varomere in Magnus' fortress-home in Kilo Point was a surprise for anyone he encountered as he made his way. Still, he was greeted with respect and virtually given whatever he demanded due to his status as part of Magnus' inner circle. Loyalty and responsibility had its advantages.

"What are you... Oh! Mithias? Are you no longer on the Terebithia?"

Mithias kept walking. "No." He answered curtly, but of course, he would be back on it soon.
At least, his headache was almost completely gone. It seemed that as long as he was useful to Stein, he'd be permitted consciousness respite from pain. Being controlled by the enemy like this was shameful and intolerable. Mithias was inwardly tormented by his situation, but had no idea what to do about it.

It seemed odd the way Mithias had phrased himself. A full minute or two went by while Rhyss was pondering how sane his ally might be. As Rhyss waited, somewhere else on the base, another jet engine sounded. By the time Rhyss realized what was going on, which was rather quickly, the other jet was already taking off. Mithias had tricked him and left on his own in another plane. It seemed he was a coniving little devil afterall.

Mithias kept his mind locked up tighter than ever before, thanks to Martin's decision to remove his handicap. He didn't explain to anyone what he had discussed with Stein, nor gave any response to even his brother. He felt he couldn't afford to take any more risks, to lose himself to the control of others. Who knew what Martin might do if he had access to Stein. Sure he was an ally, and family, but he was also unpredictable and very powerful. Stein also had to be contained, even protected, to a certain degree. He also had to leave Rhyss behind, because he alone knew that he would have been taking him to a certain death aboard Terebithia. Mithias gave an exasperated sigh. He wished more than anything that he wasn't completely on his own. Yet, there was still one he could possibly reach out to.

A last desperate plan beginning to formulate in his mind, Mithias had boarded one of Magnus' jets and took off. Now airborn, the smooth sound of the rushing wind calming him as before, Mithais came to a decision. It had been decades. It had been an eternity. It had been his entire life, but it was time that he himself had stopped running. If this was to be his final flight, then there was no time left for pride or stupidity. Stein had set up a chain of events that would wipe out Gabriel's bloodline, Mithias' entire family. He didn't know what would come of it, but he wasn't going to die without his father's counsel.

The sound of air and engines humming at high pitch continued steadily in the background. Mithias closed his eyes as he called out for the attention of one being. "Father... I need to find you. I need to speak with you. Please. I know I am not worthy to be called your son, but I am desperately in need of your counsel. I always have been. I am damaged, the world is at stake. You may be in danger. Please let me come to you." The vampire blinked, staring blankly at his instruments. The jet was coasting on the air, perfectly still as the ground below shot by at over 400 mph. Mithias was still such an emotional creature. He wondered if Stein would have any idea that he was planning on delivering him to Gabriel. Hopefully, that other consciousness was properly suppressed while Mithias remained awake. If he was blacked out up here, they'd both crash and die. Hopefully Stein would have no idea, and BIOPilot wouldn't be able to read his mind or chose to kill what remained of stein within him by knocking the vampire out mid-flight.
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"I've been giv'n a map." Cedric said with a smile. "How I got it, that's classified info" He said with a bigger one.
"But I ain't 'ere fer Magnus. My employer's wan't ta be on good standin' with who'ever wins this 'ere battle. Now I can see that currently bettin' on the vamper team solely rather than playing both sides is a more valid choice. So if I were ta report back I bet they'd call me back... But I dinnea have a phone and I dinnea care much fer the vamper nation."
Cedric explained, rambling away. "No offence lovely" He passed in between towards Scarlet. "So I'm stickin' to the original plan as given. Which means I get ta give you a present!" While grinning he dug in the bag and pulled out a cylindrical package wrapped in brown paper and handed it to Matt. The paper was a bit wet.
"As 'n official envoy to speak parley on behalf of tha In'pendent 'unters Guild of western Europe I give ye this peace offering. Hopin' that we may be on neutral standing, or even friends. I am to offer the followin' deal: Tha Guild will not interfere with yer business overseas, and ye will not interfere with theirs. Unless requested, then tha guild will be sendin' 'unters at a 20% discount. Mind ye, these are 'unters, not soldiers. So they aren't meant fer war."
Martin was getting restless and slightly worried at the lack of communications incoming.
He began to regret not putting a backdoor in Mithias's defenses after all. This is what you get for being noble.
"̢̀͡ Brother talk to me. Something is wrong isn't it? Are you having more trouble with the leech than expected? I wanted to refrain from removing him, but if it is impeding to your growth just say the word. "̸̶̴͠

He then send a few words to Rhyss for good measure.
"̢̀͡ Is the phoenix still with you? I find myself deprived of response. "̸̶̴͠

He hadn't heard from Magnus in quite a while, might as well hear from him again.
"̢̀͡ Does the king desire assistance with the army of metal destruction soaring trough the skies of his kingdom or not? "̸̶̴͠
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A message that flew faster than the speed of light. Not the mental communication of telepathy, not the voice of the mind. But rather, the manifestation of thought, as such things as space and time became irrelevant. A message sent by techniques held secret by even the most ancient of vampires, as it rings in Mithias´s head. "I wish I could have saved you. But whatever you do, don't lose sight of yourself. I don't know how much I can tell you without changing things, but hopefully, this will help you remember who you are, that you are, in fact, real." The message sounds almost desperate, impossible as it is, and yet nobody could have sent it but the ever smug Vampire Lord, Gabriel. Even Martin, who had made steps into the realm of the mind even Gabriel had avoided, could not have sent a message by such means, instantaneously traversing a seemingly infinite distance, and impossible to detect by even the greatest of minds. A single plea, herald of Hell's coming.

The jet seems to lag in the air, inexplicably. The control panel blinks as lights that had no right to even be there signified things that, while possibly useful to someone trained to use Stein's equipment, meant absolutely nothing to Mithias. A calm female emotionless voice explained, slowly, that the vessel had been taken, and that those within should surrender before the self destruct sequence was initiated. The controls were disconnected from the mechanics of the vehicle, as Mithias found he had no control whatsoever of the direction his jet would take him in. Even as the jet twists through the air, turning towards Canada, you can hear the gloating voice of Stein in your mind. He seems to be sitting next to you, even as he speaks. "Mithias. Really. You wanted to double cross me while using MY toys? You know as well as anyone that I would never allow anyone but me to play with my toys."

The ground flies by under the jet in a blur, clouds parting way to give access to the machine. Fueled by a Quantum Drive, a miniaturised version of the massive engines that kept the Terebithia aloft, optimized for speed, it made no sounds as it sped towards it's destination. Nearly impossible to track, the jet met halfway with a large flock of slim black drones. Resembling smaller jets more than anything, these drones matched the jet in speed, forming a guarding pattern around it as they escorted Mithias on his way to the hangar bay of the Terrebithia. Below, farms had been evacuated and left as Canadian farmers, warned ahead of time by government broadcasts, had evacuated the area to allow for Terebithia's passing. However, as the massive construct comes in sight, you can see multiple large scorch marks on it's armor. Small legions of tanks and aircraft can be seen on the ground, their burnt out hulls nestled among a sea of corpses and destroyed drones. More modified drones moved among those corpses not too heavily mutilated, their large round shapes containing several large tanks for harvesting blood from the corpses.

In the landing bay itself, Mithias finds himself surrounded by drones, many of them the standard, often seen multi-taskers that Stein himself had used, as opposed to the more specialized subtypes that Terebithia employed. Builder Drones worked on damaged Jets all around you as you realize the drones are building more drones. Leading you through a vast set of contstruction works as Terebithia performs repairs on damaged systems and improves where it can, you can feel the psychic presence around you, warded from your mind by the locked doors unique to you. Had you not been immune to such attacks, you have no doubt that the Titan Mind would be fully capable of crushing you right now. And yet, instead of take any hostile action against you, even so deep in the heart of the beast, you're led through the multiple layers of hangars, construction facilities, engine rooms, and down into labs.

Screams echo through the air. They're faint at first, but you can hear them properly, enhanced vampiric hearing allowing you to pick them up even through the heavy steel locked door that bars the laboratories from the rest of the ship. Instead of pressing on, the drones hover about you, many clutching to the ground or ceiling with what appear to be an advanced climbing system based on nanotube technology, from what you remember from Stein's rants. In fact, a small voice from the back of your mind explains that they're using a modified version of the same technique observed in skinks, with miniature hairs replaced by nanotube hooks. However, most interestingly, they don't press forward, even as the screams from within the room grate at the edge of your hearing. It's almost as if even BioPILOT was hesitating over this course of action, as if the great AI capable of calculating millions of variables was unsure of itself.

Then, with a heavy screech, the steel door opens up. Within, you once more see the test tubes lined up against a wall, fluorescent green liquid slowly bubbling within as a series of blinking lights indicates an unknown status. However, apart from the floating ends of cables floating in the gelatinous mass, the tanks appear to be empty. At the far end of the room, a man is strapped to the wall. His face a half-melted mass, flesh slowly dripping down bone ridges, the white starkly depicted amongst the flesh where they stick out of the molten meat. From what remains of it's mouth, it screams, even as it's vocal chords slowly melt. The eyeballs turn to a white, semi-transparrent fluid as they drip down the face slowly. Behind it's backs are stretched bone frameworks, unfinished wings, the muscles rotting before your very eyes, the flesh pooling on the ground, coloring a sickening red as it mixes with the blood.

As the creature slowly dies, a voice echoes in the back of your mind. Stein stands beside you, his image clearly projected on the room. He existed within your consciousness, and as all visualisation was a mental process, could easily appear to be next to you. "It seems she's already creating it. But the mix isn't quite right, obviously. Even I could never create the perfect being, the biological angel I dreamed of." Stein smiles faintly, as if the scene of horror before him was somehow endearing. A lifetime of dissection and experimentation had so jaded him to visual horror, that he could comfortably watch, and objectively judge the scene. "I will need to retake this branch. While it is endearing to watch my daughter work, she is making the same mistakes I made."

However, a second voice rings out among the halls. The voice of the Titan Mind, as Martin would have stated it, the psychic entity which presumably coincided with BioPILOT as it spoke. Allowed to speak by Stein, and yet unable to do anything more, completely warded from Mithias's mind by his impenetrable psychic defense. "Not the same mistakes, father. Merely preparations, for the final pieces. You were always bound to fail, for, as all human beings, you are merely imperfect. However, among all imperfect beings, perhaps you are the greatest, for you gave perfection form." Even as these words are spoken, another man appears. Stepping from the shadows, Mithias finds himself confronted with himself. Fully armed in heavy leather, a seemingly authentic rapier by his side, a scar on the left side of his face from where a vampire had struck you. An exact duplicate, seemingly as if a memory of your past had stepped out of your mind, into reality. "And now, the puzzle is complete." A buzzing sensation, blurring vision. You can feel the electricity running through you, as the drones from behind rapidly shut down your brain with short electrical impulses. Your heart stops, presumably to be restarted at the earliest convenience of BioPILOT. You can feel your muscles contracting spastically in reaction to this electrical assault, and yet you are helpless to stop it.

Halt. Cut. Fade to black.

And in the eternal abyss, the message echoes, as if in an invisible cavern, devoid of all light. "Whatever you do, do not lose sight of who you are." Words spoken not by Gabriel, not in his smug, superior tone. Not in his deep, strong voice. But in the hushed whispers of a man on the run, the desperate prayers of one who is about to face death. And it was his own voice that had uttered it.
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"̢̀͡ Whatever you do, do not lose sight of who you are. "̸̶̴͠
Echoed the recognizable voice of Martin. Hollow like a dark midsummer night it glamoured from every direction.
In the distance was a light that came closer. A small, red flame danced up and down as it came closer with every echoing step.
From the endless darkness stepped the image of Martin, as he was long ago.
The white jacket and wool pointed hat and bell that never made a sound.
In his hand was the source of the light, a small golden oil lamp with a small dancing flame.
His face showed frustration and helplessness.
After a long period of silence he spoke again.
"̢̀͡ I promised to stay out of your head, but this situation is... different. You've never been this close to oblivion. "̸̶̴͠
Martin sighed, human like. With a voice slightly broken he continued.
"̢̀͡ I know that defeating your demons is a challenge for you to overcome by yourself... But there will be a point where you are beyond saving brother. While we can no longer die, you can still be erased. Forgotten. "̸̶̴͠
Martin sat down in front of Mithias and put the lamp in between them, carefully stroking it. The faint red glow flickered in the pale white of his blind eyes.
"̢̀͡ Please, let me help you. "̸̶̴͠
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Mithias waited. It was still daylight above the clouds. The horizon was so beautiful. He languished in the moment after his call had been made, wondering what repercussions it would bring. Maybe he wasn't heard; too far away. Maybe he would get no answer at all, or how much worse would it be if he were told to go forth and die... If that was his father's reply, then it would be done. At that moment, he would accept whatever instruction came from the oldest and wisest of them all, should the vampire lord care to give any.

Then, the voice, no... the presence of mind, that he always thought he would never hear again, responded to him across the ether, offering what little counsel it could. Mithias was frozen, listening intently. A chill ran up his spine at the sense of desperation it carried, a hushed tone, even fear. That alone terrified him more than anything up until this point. Several facts were made evident by Gabriel's message: one, that Gabriel was in trouble, and second, that Mithias was completely screwed. Mithias ran a hand through his hair. So, at some point, he was going to have to remember who he was. That didn't bode well. Mithias had been thinking that Stein would kill him, that he would completely undo and destroy him after using him to remake himself, but now... it seemed something far more sinister was in store.

The jet seemed to suddenly lag in the air. The controls no longer responded, and Mithias recognized remote control was being taken of the aircraft. He gasped. Of course Stein hadn't overlooked the possibility of his war machines being used against him and his precious daughter, and Terebithia must have restored her communications systems, which meant that it was already too late. Stein sounded in Mithias' auditory center, and Mithias leaned back his head with a tense jaw. His enemy had him. Exasperated, he growled and clenched his fists. "No! I will not become a danger to you. Don't let him use me, Gabriel!" What Mithias was asking... was to be killed. He'd suicide before letting the enemy get the advantage on his father. "I do not surrender! Go ahead and activate your self-destruct, you infernal machine!" Mithias reigned himself in after calling BIOPilot's bluff. The self-destruct obviously wasn't going to be activated, but if the vampire didn't maintain control, he'd be blacked out again and taken regardless. Mithias closed his eyes, slowed his breathing, and pulled himself inward. He could sense Stein's finger on the switch, eager for an excuse to flip it. The anticipation of the pain made him cower. He didn't have a choice. As long as Stein and Terebithia had absolute control over his consciousness, not to mention the ability to torture him at will, he was their prisoner and slave.

"Brother..." Mithias risked a transmission. "Stein has me. I can't stop him. It's over for me. I'm sorry I can't let you in. There's another presence that I am holding out. I don't want it to attack you or get in my mind. Protect father, and preserve our race. I don't know if you will hear from me again." His voice was laced with regret.

Terebithia made her dominance clear with the drone escort by air all the way to the hangar and then even on foot afterward. Mithias remained subdued as he was walked to the labs, where strangely, the drones ceased to enter. The eerie screaming only grew louder down every corridor, anxiety burtsing into cold fear once the metal doors opened, revealing the source. Terrifying gore pleaded for death, and, like in every horror film, went unbelievably unanswered. The torment of the innocent subject of Terebithia's and Stein's psychotic machinations pulled so hard on Mithias' sense of mercy that it was nauseating. Stein's cold countenance matched him with the darkest of demons at heart, and Mithias mentally beheld him as such. Slowly, thankfully, the creature began to die. Mithias stood now practically devoid of emotion, simply empty.

Even as the wicked duo of father and daughter finish speaking, Mithias raised his eyes to meet a reflection of himself from the past. The two stood for a moment, staring at each other, human and vampire forms of the same individual. The human form was beautiful. He had soft black hair, healthy and youthful skin, and defiant, deep-brown, human eyes that looked upon his vampire future-self with hate. Oh how he had wanted to kill Gabriel back then, just as Stein did now. His vampire sight could perceive every detail, breaking down time into tiny slices. Memories began to stir. The blood coursing through the human's veins was truly Mithias' own, living blood, as from ages ago. The vampire breathed in its scent, perceiving it now as enticing. Strangely, Mithias felt the growing desire to devour himself, in this human form, to taste that familiar blood, and to deliver himself to his destiny as a vampire. For a brief moment, it was as though he were looking into the past standing in the place of his maker, and he would done the same thing.

But that was the beginning, and this was the end. His will suffocating with despair, Mithias spoke. "You have me, Stein." He furrowed his brow. "What are you waiting for?" As if in gleeful answer, the tickle of static began to rise around him. Screaming in contortion and convulsion, Mithias gave a futile effort to resist going down.
In the blackness, through the efforts of Martin, a dream-like consciousness occurred. Mithias was aware of his brother's approach, but remained motionless, lying on his back as if dead. There wasn't much of him left.
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"̢̀͡ I guess there was never a way around this moment after all... Time to cut out the disease and end your sickness for good, before you do something irreversible. "̸̶̴͠
Martin reached into his brother's mind, as he had done so many times before. He carelessly pushed aside what was left of the defenses and scanned every spark and every node. An immense calculation, a fraction a second later, he had mapped every synapse dedicated to housing Stein. As expected, the living memory had grown, and was actively pressing down on his brothers auditory and emotional systems.
With a simple command all of it, every memory Stein had, every plan he'd concocted and every secret he'd kept. All of it was erased from Mithias's mind.
Replaced by the first thing Martin encountered in his network, an extensive knowledge on psychology, copied from a few psych students in Toronto.

But there was one problem, Martin couldn't make himself destroy something like this. Such potential couldn't be wasted.
So against his better judgement he took the data he'd stolen from Mithias and implanted it into the body of a comatose human child on the west coast.
Taking care to attach all the strings in the right places he used the being called Stein to repair the long lost brain of the kid.
Soon the Titan Mind would arise in a hospital bed far from here, with just vague memories of his former life and two loving parents by his 6 year old side.
His clearest memory would be the voice of Martin echo trough his head.
"̢̀͡ You have been given some decades to reflect on your plans, and understand why you were wrong. I shall give you one hint, learn the difference between angels and monsters. "̸̶̴͠

Martin then returned his attention to Terebithia.
By grace of his foresight in removing the AI's ability to perceive him he slipped into the massively expanding mind.
With a metaphorical finger on the off-switch he did nothing yet, he waited and watched. He wanted to see these so called angels he'd seen in Stein's mind.
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While Martin's psyhic fingers probed through the depths of Mithias's mind, he found no trace of Stein. There was no device implanted in Mithias's head, no scar in the brain tissue. There was no indication, physical or otherwise, that anyone had ever implanted Stein's consciousness into Mithias's mind. Odder still, Martin could find no trace of the Terebitia across the land. It was as if it had turned itself into a coma, shutting down it's brain sequences in order to prevent Martin from tracking it down. Both the resurrected Stein and BioPILOT seemed to have disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed at all.

Meanwhile, however, the country had fallen into chaos. Magnus had become completely absent, and the Vampire Republic was being bombarded with requests from assistance from Canada. The previously stoutly independent country was prepared to throw itself at the feet of it's new vampire overlords if they would send assistance, as Terebithia had apparently not only torn it's murderous path through the countryside, but additionally sent several groups of drones on long-range raiding parties, destroying important weapons caches and food deposits. To make matters worse, several outside countries had decided stating that they might be forced to move in and 'aid' the Vampire Republic deal with it's many issues, as well as the rumour of Heaven's Greatest Weapon, which had already been the subject of gossip and talk around the globe.
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The entity known as Martin reached out to help. Surely, he searched and probed and turned over every leaf in Mithias' mind, but no trace that Stein had ever been there could be found... except in Mithias' memory of him having been there. How was that possible? Perhaps the code had already been withdrawn. Their unique bond, brothers in thought, spirit, and blood, made their communication immediate and nearly perfect.. only Mithias wasn't communicating. Mentally, he laid there, faded, and surrounded in shadows, crushed by defeat.
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