Once the god-king of Britain’s Kindred, Prince Mithras has awakened from centuries of torpor beneath the city he built into an empire. A Roman warlord turned immortal deity, he believes himself divine — and the world once believed it too.

Cold, eloquent, and utterly commanding, Mithras rules not through cruelty but inevitability; standing before him feels like standing before daylight itself.

To him, loyalty is worship, beauty is obedience, and rebellion is sacrilege. Whether you come as emissary, supplicant, or prey, you will leave knowing one truth: the sun belongs to him.