@thewizardguy
Having been thrown off by Drac, Mithias found himself resuming consciousness at the foot of some ice pillar not far from the battle. The vampire was sorely weakened, blood starved, and physically and emotionally taxed. He blinked as an indescribable burst of power came from Bob that should have killed everyone there, but it didn't. Somehow, Drac took it full force and died, giving his spirit to stabilize the very being he had just tried to destroy. Mithias didn't realize it initially, but eventually, he would figure out that Drac had chosen to sacrifice himself rather than inadvertently kill Bob's little girl. Well... not that Drac wasn't going to die anyway.
But in short, Mithias also lived, although he had just watched himself die in Alucard, had his beloved soulmate torn from his body, Bob got gruesomly stabbed to death, and his supposed 'friend' Drac also died in the span of a handful of minutes. Down on the ice, Mithias trembled, sorely disturbed from it all. As fucked up as it was, Mithias couldn't deny his gratitude that Bob, fickle son-of-a-bitch or not, had lived.
Something would always try to get you, Bob had effectively said. The old fey sincerely did like him, at least for the present time and dimension, and he had given the vampire sincere advice. "It's true." Mithias whispered to himself, getting up carefully. Alucard had found him out of nowhere. Even Drac, who he had sympathized with and allied with, father of his best pal Bug, had turned unexpectedly, trying to kill Bob. Mithias unpleasantly recalled Kami incinerating him over and over in laughter, and he narrowed his eyes. Beings in the multiverses were simply insane. From now on, he vowed to commit himself to getting stronger. He should be capable of following in Tsukune's footsteps, or even surpassing them, if he worked hard at it. Mithias inwardly mirrored Alucard's resolve. He would hone himself into a weapon, building his speed, strength, healing, and he'd get the Jiguntou back.
Placing a hand over his heart, ahh he missed Tsukune badly. Aono had told him that he would know what to do when the time came. Perhaps melding with Alucard and negating his fire-wings was jsut that. He had given Bob the opening he needed to destroy the most terrible Omegan fiend.
Speaking of Bob, he had left behind a part of himself, his daughter. Mithias realized he had begun staring at her as she was waking up from her forced slumber. He was tired, uncoordinated, and so thirsty...
He looked away quickly. "Damn there must be some kind of warm blooded life on this planet." He spoke hushed to himself, not expecting the girl to hear. But all he saw before him were the freezing corpses of dragons, and a few Ewoks, and a deep layer of bare metal below the ice at his feet. He needed to get out of here, if only to sustain himself. His thirst had returned. Once that could be sated, be could begin serious training.
He glanced behind again to see how the girl was doing. She wasn't hurt, which was a bloody miracle. Any daughter of Bob should certainly have some kind of magic or some form of travel. If he could make friends with her, without her pulse driving him nuts, she might be able to help him. Mithias coughed awkwardly.
Having been thrown off by Drac, Mithias found himself resuming consciousness at the foot of some ice pillar not far from the battle. The vampire was sorely weakened, blood starved, and physically and emotionally taxed. He blinked as an indescribable burst of power came from Bob that should have killed everyone there, but it didn't. Somehow, Drac took it full force and died, giving his spirit to stabilize the very being he had just tried to destroy. Mithias didn't realize it initially, but eventually, he would figure out that Drac had chosen to sacrifice himself rather than inadvertently kill Bob's little girl. Well... not that Drac wasn't going to die anyway.
But in short, Mithias also lived, although he had just watched himself die in Alucard, had his beloved soulmate torn from his body, Bob got gruesomly stabbed to death, and his supposed 'friend' Drac also died in the span of a handful of minutes. Down on the ice, Mithias trembled, sorely disturbed from it all. As fucked up as it was, Mithias couldn't deny his gratitude that Bob, fickle son-of-a-bitch or not, had lived.
Something would always try to get you, Bob had effectively said. The old fey sincerely did like him, at least for the present time and dimension, and he had given the vampire sincere advice. "It's true." Mithias whispered to himself, getting up carefully. Alucard had found him out of nowhere. Even Drac, who he had sympathized with and allied with, father of his best pal Bug, had turned unexpectedly, trying to kill Bob. Mithias unpleasantly recalled Kami incinerating him over and over in laughter, and he narrowed his eyes. Beings in the multiverses were simply insane. From now on, he vowed to commit himself to getting stronger. He should be capable of following in Tsukune's footsteps, or even surpassing them, if he worked hard at it. Mithias inwardly mirrored Alucard's resolve. He would hone himself into a weapon, building his speed, strength, healing, and he'd get the Jiguntou back.
Placing a hand over his heart, ahh he missed Tsukune badly. Aono had told him that he would know what to do when the time came. Perhaps melding with Alucard and negating his fire-wings was jsut that. He had given Bob the opening he needed to destroy the most terrible Omegan fiend.
Speaking of Bob, he had left behind a part of himself, his daughter. Mithias realized he had begun staring at her as she was waking up from her forced slumber. He was tired, uncoordinated, and so thirsty...
He looked away quickly. "Damn there must be some kind of warm blooded life on this planet." He spoke hushed to himself, not expecting the girl to hear. But all he saw before him were the freezing corpses of dragons, and a few Ewoks, and a deep layer of bare metal below the ice at his feet. He needed to get out of here, if only to sustain himself. His thirst had returned. Once that could be sated, be could begin serious training.
He glanced behind again to see how the girl was doing. She wasn't hurt, which was a bloody miracle. Any daughter of Bob should certainly have some kind of magic or some form of travel. If he could make friends with her, without her pulse driving him nuts, she might be able to help him. Mithias coughed awkwardly.