Chapter 5.

More powerful than an angel.

Unlike what this mortal could think, the being that was in front of him was not horrible, he was not bad looking, in fact, he was of equal beauty and magnetism to the prince from whom he had taken a trace of his blood, only that this one, upon seeing him, leaned over to where he was and said: what a peculiar being you are, one more with desires of greatness...

It seems that this story has already been written before, my name is Ignis et umbra, Almighty Lord of the Kingdom of Hell, well, you have called me here, what is your mortal name, to which the man could only answer: It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Majesty.

I am just a simple mortal, you can call me whatever you want, but my earthly name is Charmi, to which Ignis replied: I am not good at remembering names, so you will remain a mortal to me…

I see that there is something interesting flowing through your bloodstream, ¿how did you get it?, and Charmi replied: the heavenly prince Princeps Magnus Immortalis, was here and I used my knife to wound him, but the wound barely looked like a scratch, however, I decided to try the thread of blood before it disappeared and now I am lying here listening to my lungs breathing, to which wrinkling his face Ignis replied: do not mention that dirty name in front of me, is that you do not see that I am an almighty being compared to that scum…

The mortal remained silent and apologized, however, the King of Hell had noted something: ¿how a miserable human with a knife that looked more like cardboard had been able to hurt to a celestial being of a very high rank, such as the prince?

That meant that his descent into the Mortal Realm had weakened him, or that the Great Immortal had greatly diminished his power so that he had to control himself in his desire to always want to be useful, and if this was so, this was the opportune moment for him to tear off the crown made of specter fragments from his head and burn his wings to try to take control of the Celestial Realm and acquire full powers to manage the entrance to the other Realms…

So, he told himself that now is when this started to get juicy and that maybe he could use the mortals in his favor to harm the celestials… so, he helped lift the mortal with his hands telling him to just walk as usual, but not to tell anyone what was happening with his field of vision and what he heard so that in this way the prince would not kill him…

He nodded and felt and said that his lips were sealed and would not speak… And then Ignis told him: if you tell me how many celestials have descended into the Realm Mortal, I will give you absolute power over these lands, you will be a walking God and I will come running to you every time you need me... ¿What do you think of this? ¿Isn't this a friendly deal between two civilized people? And stretching out his hand, the King's eyes seemed to enchant those of the mortal, who for a moment hesitated to shake hands, but in the end, the proposal of being a walking God consumed him completely and they sealed the pact by shaking hands, which left Ignis with a satisfied smile…