"Then are you ready? This will be very interesting."
The saint said with a smile. With a pop, the stopper of the first of the ten bottles of Blood Brew sprang open on its own.
"The first bottle: Blood of Evil Souls. Over a hundred years, I gathered the souls and blood of 999 utterly wicked evildoers to brew this Blood Brew."
This divine collection was entirely different from the blood the others had brought last time. When the stopper came loose, Shade could actually hear wails and curses coming from inside the bottle.
"So Blood Brew is not just blood. It contains souls as well."
"Of course. If it were merely the blood and souls of sinners, that would be far too dull. So, in the final year, I found a girl with the purest soul. I became mortal and fell in love with her, then killed her on our wedding night and added her blood and soul to the Blood Brew."
The expressions of both Shade and the armored old man changed slightly. This truly was an evil god.
"The final soul was quite an excellent catalyst, a marvelous catalyst. It gave this Blood Brew an extraordinary flavor. So, would anyone care to drink with me?"
He looked at the mortals around the table.
Though the ingredients of this wine did not sound poisonous, souls in mysticism were infectious. Drinking Blood Brew made from so many suffering souls would inevitably lead to contamination unless one's own soul was strong enough.
This was basic knowledge concerning souls in mysticism. Shade and the witch both knew it, so they immediately shook their heads. Though a drop of divinity was stored within Shade's soul, he was not certain he could withstand the power of blood wine personally brewed by a god.