Chapter 54: The Blood Elixir's Origin [2]
In the midst of his anguish, he yearned for answers, for a sliver of understanding that would quell the storm within. But the universe remained silent, offering no solace, no respite from his torment.
He never wished to be different. He was born with black wings, a testament to the unique tapestry of his existence. Yet, the angels, driven by their own prejudices and biases, had imposed their arbitrary laws and regulations, deeming black impure and unworthy.
They had forged their own chains of judgment and cast him aside, treating him as an outcast, a contradiction to their preconceived notions of purity.
Yet, this incongruity did not justify the stripping away of his freedom or subjecting him to the torment of oppression. He refused to be treated as less than human, as a mere object to be belittled or enslaved.
