I never wanted any of this. I did not ask for it. I was born with it. The cold blood of a Vampire and the warm beating heart of an Angel. I am hunted by the disciples of light and the acolytes of darkness, because they both fear me. Life and Death fear me. I hide well enough from my hunters, but Fate always seems to draw me out. Someone is always in need. What ever world I run to is always in danger. I should ignore their pleas, but I cannot. I have saved countless worlds from untimely ends and everytime I am driven out. Alexandra always finds me and every time I barely escape her with my life. Why can’t they just leave me be. I mean no harm. Wherever I go, I come in peace. I only seek to exist, but because my mother was a Vampire, I am not allowed such luxury. Heaven sees me as a good man, but I have to wonder if I am the monster the rest of the Multiverse sees me as. Perhaps I am both, perhaps this is why both sides of the coin want me destroyed. Perhaps they see me as an alternate balance that would threaten their rule. Maybe I should fight, maybe I should take it all from them. Maybe that is the monster in me talking, silenced only by the good man at the helm of my heart.

I saved another world today. One nation saw the rest as inferior and sought to cleanse the world of all but themselves, so I fought by the worlds side until that nation was stopped from achieving their goals. The Wyyvern Knight who wields Alaxandra will find be here soon. Should I leave as I always do? Do I continue to run? Or should I stand my ground and fight? No. There are more worlds, more Universes out there that are in need of a hero. I will run to them. I will fight for them. I guess it is just my destiny to be a damned good man.

-Vladamir Korvachoff, son of the left hand of the first God–