He always wondered why his name was angel, like the term used to describe a much divine person. His parents must have had a different perception in a society, about the reasons to give to him such a name. It was indeed a beautiful thing that he loved to cherish and was somehow always able to fit into all the elements and traits of an Angel. His lack of ego was an attribute that wore on him like it was simply dripping away from the reasons of his nature. He was also spontaneous and lively, and he always maintained to balance the ways of happiness like the ways of his alchemy.
Angel was someone who would always withdraw from matters that would bring him emotions he did not want, like anger and the inhibitions to be triggered by small matters that would not concern him in the future; and only during occasions when he is triggered by his temperament and treated with the clarity of mental rage, the sudden unintentional mode of magic and alchemy bursts and destructs, his creations in front of him. It would sometimes create ballistic balls of energy from his abdomen, and even he sometimes had no control over it, because he had not fully mastered magic from it.
His cat, Me was always counting numbers and the income they make, inside of a cats inner sanctuary sanctum and it was real magic.. Not most of other worlds would be able to process the works of such chronology and his cafe was only accessible to those that could arrive to his realm.
Angel was now back home from his endeavor at the Herby Mountains, now alone with his cat Me, inside his inventory and that was where he stored most of his viles and extractions of essences and a laboratory, where he did his experiments. He found a way to use herbal elixirs of the sting of freshness with the atom of a gas particle that is lighter than helium, but it was created from the combination between two gas state chemicals h2o and helium and if the from h2 was extracted, would it be an effective discovery? he thought and Lo! from it was how he was able to fixate the frozen representation into his most fitted authentic taste through condensation for the meal he prepared during camping with Me. And like this, slowly, he started to be able to visually identify colors of different fragments and it's compounds and the inhibitions of seeing fragments of healing came to him naturally.