The King was going insane, unstoppable thoughts were running in his mind. How could he beat angels? What could he do against them? How much power does it required to beat an army of angels?.. He was filled with despair and anger. Seeing them roam around freely, while he and his kind were in the underground. Waiting to rise... He angrily punched the table. A tube filled with weird looking fluid rolled towards his hand. It intrigued him. The fluid was black and red. It was glowing as well. He took the tube and said: "Is there a way to use this hatred and anger on something? What if I've used this on a vessel, would it finally give our freedom?.." Then a spark of genius shocked his brain. - He knew what to do...