"Now, I'll explain a few things. In the meantime, please, remain quiet. I'm not fond of speaking in… a mortal tongue."
"It is nothing against you, child, so do not feel offended, yes?"
Caine slowly nodded.
"Good." The angel waved its hand and summoned two cups and a teapot. "Soul Tear Boví. You're familiar with it, no?"
Caine's eyes widened for a moment before he calmed down and nodded.
"Not my favorite. Seems a bit twisted to drink the soul quintessence of fallen gods, but what can you do? Not only is it twisted, but it's also dirty. I see it as drinking piss." It said.
The angel sighed and served Caine.
"I digress." It put the teapot down before extending a palm and signaling him to drink. Caine obliged.
Feeling the divine liquid grace his throat, he nearly fainted in euphoria, his strength soaring into terrifying stratas. His mind clouded over, flickering in and out of consciousness.
