Never had the Hunters questioned the source of the miracle. The ancient earthen jugs held the beneficent oil, the Holy Oil; anathema to Angels, a power granted to men. Who had gathered it? Who had contained it? Answers were buried in the timeless tracts of the past.
Holy oil, burning bright, restraining the Angel, protecting the man; it was a blessing on earth, hidden away in the most secret places of the world.
Once someone had found it, created it, dreamed it. Who was so desperate to need protection from God's messengers is lost in the receding waves of time.