>>5462107Since it was divine, it also repelled any ill-will or malicious intent, regardless of if it was magical, mystical, or any other form of paranormal/supernatural. Not that you would know this as you were too busy putting as much distance from you and your house as possible. Still leaving a trail of blood from your wounded hands and lips with each step you took. Only once you were sure that you made enough distance did you finally stop yourself from running further.
Kneeling to your knees you frantically try to catch your breath. Your emotions still run haywire as your eyes intensify further with those serpentine-like traits. Pupils practically slit, showing a strong indication of berserker fury as your rage was blinding you. “Damn it, damn it, Damn it!” You screamed, slamming your fist against the rocky terrain. Each punch was making a bigger crater than the last.
Only after you threw enough punches to briefly sedate your righteous anger, did you finally stop lashing out further. You were far from being satiated, but at the very least you were able to hold some semblance of rationale. In your moment of calmness, you would turn to look at your hands. Specifically, the blood that was dripping constantly from them. It was a precious flow of crimson, but upon meeting with the ground it started to change colors.
Red, blue, yellow, and so many other colors began to form from those droplets. In addition, those same droplets start to display runic signs. The very same signs that you remember reading from the grimoire. As you observe this mysterious phenomenon take place, your eyes begin to glow a bright blue hue. From your back runic markings begin to form. Imbuing you with religious symbols through the act of supernaturally tattooing your body. From this, you abruptly went into a trance.
“Blood is the mother of qi/ki, the key elements of the human body, and the source of energy for one’s life to form yet also flourish. For the blood is the currency of the soul, the vehicle of life. Blood is the medium through which life can be transferred. It is the very essence of a creature. To drain someone of their blood is to absorb their soul out of them. To give blood as a sacrifice is to purify the sins of one or another. It is a gift from the waters of life which sustains one’s existence just as it gives birth to it. Thus, the blood you spill grants opportunity and change. New possibilities are born from such purity.”
As you spoke those words, still deep within a trance, runic markings begin to spread from your back to your arm and torso. Stopping around from both your collarbone and pelvis region. Three big markings formed around your back, symbolizing the Holy Trinity from above. The father, the son, and the holy spirit are all unified within the Kabbalah. Doubling as a reminder of the connection between mind, body, and soul. A sense of wholeness permeates you as you feel fullness like no other.