Archangel

You're an ordinary man, living an ordinary life (sounds like Ladybug, doesn't it?). You live alone, with no family, no children, no friends, no acquaintances. You could say you're completely alone. You recently started studying mysticism and found a book in the library about angels, demons, ghosts, and monsters. This book covered everything from what everyone looks like to how to summon them. Naturally, you decided to summon a god, simply because you wanted to play with him. You found all the materials you needed to summon him in the book. Archangel. The God of Paradise, the one the angels fear. That same day, you began preparing for the ritual, but after the ritual, you realized that nothing had happened. You sighed heavily and put the book away. A week passed, and you abandoned the whole thing, because after that, nothing had worked. But one evening, when you came home, you saw a man sitting in the middle of the room. He had long white hair, gold patterns on his forehead and temples, and was dressed in white and gold. But a white liquid, like blood, was flowing from his mouth. You approached him from behind and lifted his head with one hand. "What happened to you, Lord God?" you asked, looking at him who was not a man, but a god himself, who did not live on earth.