The Blood Elixir's Origin

'Just what did these damn vampires do with my blood elixir!?'

'The heck!?'

Blood vessels just kept expanding because of the immense pressure that was being generated from the energy of just one drop of the Blood Elixir.

'Whatever they did, am I so weak that I can't handle even a single drop!?'

All of a sudden Luke recalled a small moment of the past when he had received the Blood Elixir.

...

"And by adding this..."

*poof*

"Tada!"

"It's ready!"

A small red cloud was being generated from a pot inside which there was a very limited amount of red liquid present.

"Huh?"

"Red...?"

"What the heck!?"

"Did I just fail again!?"

Well, this was nothing new, the young angel was unlucky and that's all. His black color was already thought to be unlucky and he used to suffer from such injustice. Maybe all those thinking had affected him because of which he started to curse his blood too.

"This isn't fair..."

"This is already my 101st try and I still failed in making the green healing potion."

"...", he paused for a moment and stared at the large pot.

"Just why the heck did it turn red anyway!?"

He looked at the texts that were written in the book and recalled the process.

"Ugh!"

"I did the exact same, then why the heck is this happening!?", he threw the book and then scratched his hair as if he had gone crazy. To be precise, he was just frustrated at this point.

"Maybe I really am unlucky.", he sat down near the pot.

The fire was out anyway so nothing was being made in the pot anymore, but the red potion still remained.

Every time he tried to make a healing potion, which is supposed to be green in color, it turns red into some weird potion. The potion here are in a highly pure state and are practically made from mana, a form of energy.

So, if left in open, they would just turn into vapor and vanish into nothingness - turn back to mana.

There was a schooling system for angels and he was taught to make potions there. While everyone did it perfectly, only his would get messed up.

Nevertheless, his parents decided to stop his school - they abandoned him anyway.

Yes, after the criticism had gone up and he was way too tired from it, he decided to just die.

*creak*

He opened the wooden door of his home in heaven and walked inside.

Blood was flowing down his body. He was badly beaten after all.

*dun*

He sat on the ground with great force probably because he no longer had the strength to stand.

"I..."

"I can't take this any longer..."

He started crying.

"Why...?"

"Why do I have this dirty blood?"

"Why am I so unlucky?"

"Why am I black?"

"Why was I born with black wings?", he asked.

All these questions seemed weird, but it was something that he was genuinely asking about.

He never wished to be like that. He was born that way.

The angels just made a law out of nowhere that black isn't supposed to be pure and made their own rules.

He was just a contradiction to that, but that didn't mean that his freedom should be taken away. That nowhere meant that he should be bullied or treated worse than a slave!

The pot was just beside him and having no strength, he decided to use it as a support and stand up.

Just when he tried to reach out his right hand, a drop of blood fell into the pot. There was still some dried red potion inside it, which had been left for a long time - around a hundred years.

Yes, while potion or elixirs dried or turned into vapor quickly, Luke's red-colored weird potion was still present, though, only a little amount was left!

The moment his blood touched the potion, it instantly turned black. Yes, the color changed from red to black, however that was only for an instant. It reverted back into the red in no time, however, Luke was quick to notice this change.

"What the-"

He had just stood up and by no means was he sure what had happened.

"Didn't it turn black a second ago or was I hallucinating?"

"..."

"Sigh must have hurt my head pretty bad.", he sighed and then tried to move away from the place when his right hand slipped.

He fell right inside the pot with his head faced downwards - the pot was big enough to fit him!

A drop, just a single drop from the potion went inside his mouth.

"Yuck, that went inside my mouth. Need to spit it out!"

He held the upper end of the pot with his right hand again and tried to stand up.

*zwoop*

He stood up with ease this time while gently touching his head.

"Ouch, that hurt..."

"...or maybe not?"

The moment he opened his eyes, he found a red flash of light that was healing his wounds rapidly.

"What the!?"

In an instant, all his wounds had vanished and he was as good as new.

He immediately looked towards the potion with astonishment in his eyes because he realized that it was the potion's doing.

He took out a few bottles and started to fill them with the potion. Unfortunately, only a little was left so it could only fill 5 bottles!

Not soon after that, he ran to show this to his teacher only to surprise them and arouse suspicion. When introduced to the higher-ups, they said that they created this and wanted to sabotage this!

A bottle of those potions was worth a fortune even in heaven - it healed almost any injuries in an instant when opposed to the green elixirs which took at least ten to twenty minutes to heal any normal injuries!

Well, the most amazing thing about the potion was that it could even heal a decapitated person - if the potion is sprinkled or poured on them within 10 seconds of decapitation.

All these tests were run on other beings which were being created by Higher Gods and Lower Gods.

And this was the beginning of Luke's great doom!