Chapter Eight: What if One Were to Die? Pt. 1

"Where did you get that photo?"

"I.."

"Who are you?"

"Diablo Martinez....."

Not, yet must be patient

Not, yet must be patient

"Tell me who am I?!"

You'll see soon enough..

'Not, yet must be patient'

I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE!!

A surge of energy rushed through me, as I felt my blood heat up in intense heat. A bright light surged from where the man once stood. 'Michael' He said his name was. With a pair of wings and a halo, he came right out of the pages of the bible.

The blindlight died down with a fist flying towards my face, and in a mere second the sound of shattered glass surrounded me, I found myself in an empty blue room where nothing but a mirror laid in front of my eyes.

I stepped towards it with my fist burning in flames, along with the outer edges of my eyes, and the horn on my forehead. I could feel the fires intense heat yet it didn't hurt. I looked into the mirror and I saw someone, covered in blood, I looked closer to see that it was me.. I was covered in blood.