Jack withdrew a small blade from his pocket and drew it across his left palm without hesitation.
Blood welled up immediately, darker than it should be from his demonic nature, rich with the power he'd accumulated through consuming demon hearts. He let it drip into the first bowl, mixing his essence with Sarin's preserved blood.
The moment mortal ichor touched divine essence, the liquid began transforming. The colors deepened, the luminescence intensified, spreading outward like ripples across water.
Jack's blood was being absorbed and integrated into the God's Blood, creating something that was neither purely divine nor mortal, but a hybrid of both. A convergence of power that transcended simple categorization.
Jack raised the first bowl to his lips and drank.
The taste was indescribable.
