The White Mist was hovering in the air now that its plastic bottle had lted away.
But Pablo kept his finger on the hovering mist and he also said he always liked to play with fire.
"How can you say such a thing with a smile in this situation?" Sera said. She was worried about Pablo’s hand getting burned.
"There is no use being a bitch about it. I asked for it and I am doing great. Andre will heal anyway."
Pablo was calm and he had faced enough things to be worried about so fire on his hand.
The black glove was burning well enough and the good thing was, it was not getting destroyed by the fire. Pablo had made sothing indestructible.
’I will make a weapon out of this thing.’ He made a ntal note for the future.
"Keep the note of ti and when it’s ten minutes, tell . I have to distinguish between the pain of the fire and the mist."
Pablo closed his eyes again and concentrated on his finger.
He was feeling the pain of the heat and in that pain, he was afraid he might not be able to feel his nails getting rotten.
He needed to focus hard on his finger and he did just that.
The slaves and the ghosts remained silent and Sera just waited for Pablo to stop so she could ask Andrezj to heal him.
Ti went on like that and Pablo was in a trance now.
No one disturbed him for all that ti but the next second, he was finally disturbed by everyone.
"Ten minutes are up!" They all yelled.
Pablo opened his eyes. He was covered with sweat and his jaw clenched.
"Ten minutes are done? The pain is too much but it’s all because of the heat. The mist hasn’t done anything to yet."
"Yes. You can take out your finger now. The fire keeps the Human body safe. We figured it out now. Stop doing this." Sera pleaded.
But Pablo shook his head.
"Five minutes more. I will do this for five minutes more." He said and closed his eyes again.
Sera said so more things after that but Pablo ignored her. All his focus was again on his finger.
The ghosts and the slaves couldn’t deny Pablo’s determination and Sera was tense.
More ti went on and everyone yelled once more.
"Five minutes are done. It’s been fifteen minutes in total."
Pablo opened his eyes again.
He looked at Sera and Sera stared back at him.
"Please. Stop it. Your hand will turn black." She said.
Pablo sighed. "Fine. I will stop now."
"Thank you." Sera let out a long sigh.
"But not like this." Pablo added.
"What do you an? What else is there?"
"Ask Andre to put out this fire. I will keep my finger inside it like this while he does that."
"Okay. That’s good enough. Andre, do it."
Sera gave the order and Andrezj acted right away.
He ca beside Pablo and did his magic.
And in just a second, the fire on the black glove went away.
’Fire brigade level hundred he is.’ Pablo jested.
Smoke arose from the black glove but the glove was still hot.
However, now that the fire was not there anymore, the heat would not increase at least.
"Now what? The fire is out. You can take back your finger." Sera spoke again.
Pablo gritted his teeths. "Will you shut up for a second? Quit telling what to do. The fire is out but the glove is still hot. I am waiting for the glove to beco cold. Now don’t speak."
"Andre will make it cool for you." Sera spoke anyway.
Pablo rolled his eyes. "Alright. Do it then."
"Yess. Andre, you are on." Sera gave the order.
Andrezj obliged and did his magic once more.
Pablo’s hand cooled down.
"Now it is not hot anymore. Don’t worry anymore." He said.
Sera nodded.
"And now that it is cold, after ten seconds, the mist will harm . And my hand is numb now. So count till ten."
Pablo said and waited for ten seconds.
He didn’t even bother to count anymore. He was tired.
"Ten seconds are done." Everyone said.
Pablo nodded and after one more second, he finally pulled out his finger from the hovering mist.
Sera reached out her hand but Pablo stopped her.
"I will do it. No need."
He removed the black glove and as he thought, his nail was brown.
But he had a smile on his face.
He looked at Plato with that smile.
"I did it."
He said only three words and that was enough to make Plato smile for the first ti since Pablo saw him.
"Yes." Plato replied.
And after that..
"Yesss!" Everyone shouted.
They all rejoiced. The slaves didn’t even know everything about the matter but they saw how hard Pablo worked.
The ghosts of the children celebrated and Jenny even went to hug Pablo.
"I am so happy." Cupid was outright crying.
Pablo frowned. "Why are you crying?"
"All this ti you were killing people, you were making them cry. For the first ti, you did sothing good. You made so many people happy. And you haven’t killed anyone in the process. That’s the first good thing I’ll write in my diary."
Cupid cried harder and Pablo let her be. He ignored her.
"Alright. Alright. Jenny, you can go back. I am bad at hugging people."
Jenny was around Pablo’s knees and she went back at Pablo’s request.
But after Jenny, Plato ca forward.
"If you are coming to hug , go away." Pablo refused right away.
"Heh. Don’t worry. I won’t hug. I just want to say thank you once more."
"Alright. I heard you. You can go back now. And also, the work isn’t over yet. There are still many things that need to be done."
"I know. You can’t be wearing a hot flaming suit and go inside the mist for a long ti. But still, you found out that fire stops the mist from harming, that’s fifty percent victory already." Plato said.
"You are right. So I need to make sothing that can stop the body from heating up by the fire outside and we have to create more of this black material. So if you’ll excuse , I have so work to do. And Jenny, give a big transparent jar to store this hovering mist. We can’t let it fly free like this."
"Okay." Jenny snapped her fingers and a Jar appeared on Pablo’s hands.
It was a jar made of glass.
"So dirty. Don’t make it appear right on my hand, Jenny." Pablo complained but now that he was already holding it, he stored the hovering mist inside the transparent big jar.
"Now go away, all of you." Pablo said.
Plato smiled. "We will all help you."
"Huh? What did you say?"
"We will help you. Just tell us what you want and we will do that." Plato said once more.
"You guys can’t even leave the house. What can you even do?" Pablo said.
"Well we can make that black stuff without coughing." Plato answered.
"Nice. You are in." Pablo changed his mind too fast.
"Thanks a lot." Plato was fine with that.
After that, Pablo showed his hand to Sera.
"Heal it." He said.
Sera gave a look at Andrezj and after one second, Pablo’s hand was back to normal.
The ghosts could already see Cupid and Andrezj so they weren’t shocked but the slaves were amazed. They thought Sera could heal people.
Pablo’s hand was not all that injured but his skin was surely brown and all four fingernails were brown as well.
Andrezj’s magic did the trick and Pablo’s hand was back to normal.
"Alright." He clapped his hands.
Everyone looked at him.
"Now we got to know how to stop this white mist from harming the body. The black substance on fire can do the trick. But it was who wore it, if a weak person wore it, he won’t be able to handle the heat.
So for that, we need sothing that can stop the heat to reach our body as well. I have sothing for that in mind but we will talk about it later. For now we need to make this black substance as much as possible. It should be in great quantity."
"Okay. But how do we make it?" Plato asked.
"I will create a list of so things and we will bring them here. And we will burn it like I did a few monts ago. After that, we will make a suit out of it for the whole body. That’s all there is." Pablo answered.
"Alright. All of us ghosts can’t leave this house so one of you guys have to go out and bring all those items for that." Plato stated.
"Yes. I know that."
"Then who will go?"
At that, Pablo smiled.
"When Humans need help, they pray to God. And then…"
He turned his head at Sera and held her hands.
"The Gods send an Angel for help."
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