Mithias waited, impatiently. His call had gone out, far louder than it needed to be if the one he sought was actually anywhere nearby. No one had heard it, or so it appeared to Mithias. The passage of time from moment to moment pulled on him like an anchor. It wasn't that he was irascible, but rather that these where the last moments this beautiful world had, and the death of every one of them was a crime. If there was any such thing as a god, he would have prayed, but he had learned the cold hard truth long ago; there wasn't. A soothing wave rolled in the background and the breeze made the palm fronds flap lazily above his head. Mithias looked up toward a menacing sun, Sol itself. Even he squinted against the light that would be eclipsed by the giant starships soon to be in orbit above. Without an answer, he would simply stand there, waiting, counting each moment until all of them had passed. The tension was agonizing, and he felt so limited, so powerless, so... mortal. He began to question what he would do if he couldn't find him.
But an answer came. The response was relatively immediate, and Mithias knew it could be none other. The wind died, and even the waves died. Mithias felt his senses sharpen in anticipation, as if for a fight, but something was amiss. Last he checked, his father could not affect the wind and the waves, nor alter his mental perception of them. This was new.
All eyes were already on him, all pulses one, by the time he noticed. That affect alone would have drawn many to insane levels of fear, but not this one. The 'vampire god' was living up to his title, and Mithias got the sense that he may have crossed the line. He suppressed a shudder at the theatrical eeriness, surprised that after all he had been through, all the lifetimes he had lived, and all the interdimensional worlds he had traveled, he still had to. A father's powerful influence was never dulled it seemed, and the long lost son braced himself.
Mithias knew better than to move an inch as Gabriel strolled out to him. There was no rushing a god of any sort, not even with news of his impending demise. He contained himself. For this to work, he was going to have to speak Gabriel's language, and on the vampire's terms. He should be grateful enough that the capricious lord had answered him so quickly, or at all. Patience was the language of immortals. Gabriel would appreciate a certain degree of decorum, at minimal, the respect.
The fake smile resurrected memories of memories that Mithias had forgotten he even had. It had been so long since he had set foot in his own dimension that he was almost a stranger to it. Seeing his father, the being who had first granted him undeath, was like seeing a ghost. The blade in Mithias' hand dematerialized in flecks of purple, as he had forgotten he was even holding it. If a massive psychic shockwave hadn't been a sign that something was different about him, then that was.
Mithais beheld Gabriel with Imperial objectivity. He was a powerful entity, but limited, and petty. He was no different than endless numbers of powerful beings dominating their portions of universes upon universes. All of them were meaningless. Yet, despite the fact that this petty vampire god was utterly no one, at the same time, he was completely the only one. There was no logic in it, but this meeting had to happen.
"You look beautiful in blue." The words came across without Mithias moving his mouth at all. It was a thought, but with it came yet more information in the form of psychic media. There was a sense that this was the last time Mithias ever expected to see him. There was a strong sense of urgency, of duty, and cold acceptance.
Mithias expected him to die? Really...
As if that transmission had never happened, Mithias gathered his resolve and began to speak. "I'm sorry father. I regret the rudeness of my intrusion, but time grows short." As if it were even possible, ages of multiversal travel had made Mithias even more blunt, and he dropped the hammer right out. "In 34 hours, this planet will make first contact with an invading xenos species intent upon assimilating it into their intergalactic empire. They come with overwhelming force and technology undreamed of by our kind. Unless the entire populace, both human and vampire, submits immediately as a whole, this world will burn."
Trying to gage Gabriel's reaction was laughably impossible, even for Mithias.
Mithias reached into his pocket. "I assumed you wouldn't believe me, so I brought one of their infospheres. It details their plans and designs which you will find are purely logical and efficient." He brought forth the black orb, which came to life floating in his palm. Mithias called up the charts, demonstrating how to do so. "This Earth, is not prepared to defend itself, although..." The young man seemed reluctant, "There is another faction willing to face this enemy and fight alongside us if we choose to resist. I have only but to call." He allowed his father a moment to indulge his curiosity. His expression was dubious however.
"But these beings too have their own agenda, father. Either way, the game is rigged." It was clear now that Mithias had already chosen his side. He had no intention of resisting the Necrons, but he expected it of his sire and was trying to sway him.
"Enemies among the stars were always going to find this planet eventually, and now, they have. Joining the Necron Empire is the only logical choice, if not for the guarantee of immediate survival, then for the order and peace the empire will establish. We will have strength with them, and we will be part of something greater than ourselves. ... If you still don't believe me, look into my mind. Know what I know for yourself. I can allow you to do this now, and I do not fear you. Join with me, or I fear you will die."