For some reason, looking at Sherlock in front of him, a different image suddenly appeared before Aiwass —
It was the half-transparent Lucifer standing before him, gently recounting the past scenes of the Serpent.
"— The serpent is like this; when it deceives, it always tells the truth. Just like you.
"— His feelings for us were sincere, but for a higher purpose, he had to abandon us.
"— He made me a sacrifice without winning my agreement. I am not satisfied with that. But he felt guilty and pained, so I forgave him. He severed off his goodness, which is you. Your pain is what he once suffered; when man sins, he must repent, and repentance requires atonement.
"— Will you deceive me again? Like we did in the past."
Every single word was a blood-stained imprint. Aiwass had only heard it once, yet he etched it deeply in his heart.
Perhaps because of the shock, or perhaps due to the pain.
