Angelic Plans
Ophiel felt the rich blood fall to the ground and seep in with unbelievable power. It was like water pouring into the desert. He knew this blood was different, and it would be moments before he was free from the prison in the depths of the ocean.
This blood was from a powerful demi-angel.
Moreover, there was something strange about it. Like him, the demi-angel seemed to have some power over emotions. However, the blood was pure, almost like it came from an innocent child. The owner was like one who had not eaten the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
The power in a creature like that was an elixir. And it was rare. It did not mean that the owner could not see the difference between good and bad or light and darkness. But they were capable of choosing anew in each situation, without prejudice from past experiences.
He had never met an adult, especially an old demi-angel like this one.