Chapter 4.

The blood of an angel.

The greed of the mortals took this to the extreme, since taking advantage of the opportunity they had to have a prince of the Kingdom of Heaven with unlimited knowledge, one of them got the wonderful idea that if he had at least a drop of his blood inside his body, he would be almost a divine being like this celestial prince was…

Therefore, approaching his back while the other mortals were talking to him, he took out a sharp knife and without hesitating for a second he stabbed one of his shoulder blades hard, only getting a small scratch in which a very short thread of celestial blood was what came out, and immediately the wound closed, but the prince did not even move, as if he had felt absolutely nothing…

The man, with the same knife, took the trail of blood swallowing it secretly, it was then that he fell to the ground and began to tremble, before his eyes a million photographs passed at full speed, strange images of creepy beings, and at the end of it all: a Being sitting on a Crystal Throne whose face he couldn't see because of the amount of light he had...

It was the last thing he saw before his ears began to bleed and he fell unconscious on the ground. One of the other mortals noticed how he was collapsing and went to help him, but when he touched him, an energy repelled him, throwing him into the air, and immediately everyone had their eyes on that scene, including Death Mask, who, upon witnessing that, raised one of his hands, causing the person's body to float on the other side and begin to spin until they couldn't see which was the face and which were the feet...

After having turned him around until the eyes of the other mortals became dizzy, he let him fall, and before leaving he warned that if they didn't change their minds before three days, the consequences would be very serious and the sun would set for a whole month, leaving them in a suffocating darkness...

The man disappeared in a grayish, but at the same time golden color, and the mortals who were there could only say: I want to have that kind of powerful and unstoppable evolution; after this they began to leave the temple leaving behind the unconscious man who had ingested the blood of an angel, his skin began to become transparent, his veins became marked and you could even hear the sound of the plants, it was incredible how everything around him spoke, everything had life and he could clearly see every detail around him, even with his eyes closed, but he felt so tired and heavy that he could not get up all his senses were sharpening, while his body remained alert to the presence of even an ant, so, this was what an angel experienced daily…

¿How was it possible that they did not get confused among so many voices in their environment? ¿How did they not incessantly attack every second everything that approached them? ¿What kind of self-control did they possess? He didn't know, but suddenly he heard someone approaching, and looking around he couldn't detect it with his eyes closed, so he forced them open, finding himself face to face with Ignis et umbra…