Page 62 of Wicked Savior
ChapterThirty-Three
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Once the lab is together, I start testing his blood. Viridians know all of the superior, or god-like races, in the universe. It’s the first thing we teach our children. Once they can recognize those races, we expand their education to include less powerful species, like humans and others across the worlds.
Only the most superior races were used in the creation of angels, but the percentages and composition likely differ between angels. It’s why some have powers that are unique to them. Like Lucifer’s ability to kill angels.
For hours, I pipe blood into small tubes and place them into the centrifuge. Methodically moving from one step to the next, I extract and spin until I have multiple samples. Ready to view the first one, I search the room for the electron microscope and a few other machines.
Once it’s set up, I place the first glass rectangle into the sample holder. Peering down, I find a unique combination of the most powerful races, as I expected. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, I write them down one by one. I won’t be able to tell the percentages of DNA with this equipment, only their original source.
Hours pass while I look at the different samples. The results are consistent across all the tests. They’re also very interesting.
Power enters the room, but it doesn’t feel like Lucifer. Tensing, I slowly raise my head to confront the intruder… and find Cormal leaning against the wall.
“Do you enjoy sneaking up on people?”
He lifts a shoulder. “You should be more aware. Are you ready to go?”
“Go where?”
“Back to the palace,” he informs me. “Lucifer said he told you before he left.”
Ah, those must have been the sounds he spit out.
“I’m not ready to leave. It will take me several days to build the bombs. Can you return tomorrow and check on me?”
I’m not avoiding him, I assure myself.
He studies me intently. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
As promised, I burn the samples.
Closing my eyes, I call the torque to me. Minutes later, it lies on the stainless-steel countertop, the gold gleaming against the silver backdrop. Carefully preparing each of the containers, I hover my hand over the torque, hesitating for a split second, then pick it up.
Power instantly builds inside me. It doubles, triples, increasing over and over. Sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I grit my teeth. When I can no longer contain it, I focus on the container in front of me and pour the power into it, then seal it shut with magic.
I repeat this five more times. Lucifer was right. I can’t plan for all contingencies. Something could happen to one of the canisters. It’s better to have a back-up.
Once the last one is done, I drop the torque onto the surface in front of me and slide down to the floor. Maybe I should rest. It’s the last thought I have for a while. When I come to, I’m lying on the cold floor. Disoriented, I push my way into a sitting position.
It’s rare for me not to be aware of time passing. The only reason I can deduce is my power was so completely depleted, I passed out. I must have put more than I realized into each container. Placing my hand on the wall for balance, I slowly make my way to my feet.
“I didn’t think goddesses slept,” Cormal’s amused voice says from the corner.
“We don’t,” I retort, irritated at the idea of being so vulnerable in front of anyone with power. I glance at the torque on the counter, then back at Cormal. He stares steadily at me in return. Knowing him, he probably used the torque, but there’s not much I can do about it, nor do I really care. “I thought you were coming back tomorrow?”
His eyebrows arch high. “It is tomorrow. You’ve been here for two days.”
Two days? And Lucifer still hasn’t come to check on me? I can’t help but wonder if my determination to carry through with my plan has ruined things between us.
“Thank you, Cormal. I’m really behind now. Do you mind giving me one more day?”
After he’s gone, I wipe away the stupid tears that roll down my cheeks.
Stop being so human, I admonish myself.
The ache in my heart refuses to listen, but thankfully, my mind is better at obeying my commands. Focusing all my attention, I methodically transfer some of the power into the smaller canisters. When each of them is full, I pour the leftover power into the larger canister. I repeat this until all six are done.
