Many believed that "The Book of the Law" was written by Aleister Crowley. However, in truth, the book was dictated to Aleister by Aiwass, with Aleister merely transcribing it. Thus, the knowledge recorded in "The Book of the Law" did not originate from Aleister himself but belonged to the 'Holy Guardian Angel' Aiwass.
Apart from the Book of 777, known only to a select few, Aleister Crowley's true achievement was the Book of Thoth.
Drawing upon his knowledge of Egyptian mythology, Judaism, Hebrew symbolism, the I Ching, alchemy, astrology, and numerology, Aleister created his own version of tarot—the Thoth Tarot. The Book of Thoth documented his interpretations of this deck.
The Thoth Tarot is arguably the most iconic tarot deck in the world, holding immense significance in the occult and serving as a vital tool for practitioners.
Now, Aiwass appeared behind Roy in a "plural" form. If Roy wished, he could also transcribe the Book of the Law through Aiwass's words.
"Shouldn't the Book of the Law have already been written by Aleister Crowley? If I were to write another Book of the Law, would it conflict with Aleister's original grimoire?"
Roy sat before a desk, twirling a quill in his hand as he flipped through the Book of the Law.
This copy was already three-quarters complete, with only a quarter of its pages remaining blank. For a grimoire, it was merely an ordinary book filled with text before its completion—but once fully written, it would manifest an unfathomable arcane power.
"A grimoire is simply a medium through which a magician records their lifetime of knowledge. If someone else copies it, the new book would remain mundane because they lack understanding of its contents. However, if the original author possesses the ability, they can produce two identical grimoires."
Aiwass's voice remained as cryptic as ever, like a distorted recording, but Roy grasped her meaning.
In other words, if someone merely transcribed the Book of the Law, it would hold no magical power. But if Aiwass herself dictated a new Book of the Law, then the world would possess two copies.
After all, Aiwass was a Secret Chief—one capable of creating two identical grimoires.
"I understand. Then let us continue the transcription. Today, we shall complete the Book of the Law."
As Roy spoke, the manifestation of Aiwass behind him dissolved into streams of light and vanished. His eyes then turned hollow and vacant, as though his body had been taken over by another.
A slender hand gripped the quill, moving autonomously across the paper, while his lips trembled as if a "spirit" were manipulating his body—imparting to him, through oral tradition, only the necessary parts of the necessary knowledge.
"..."
"Chapter 3, Verse 72 of The Book of the Law: I am the 'Lord of the Double Wand of Power,' the wand of COPH.NIA, but my left hand is empty, for my right hand has shattered the cosmos and left nothing behind!"
"..."
"Chapter 3, Verse 74 of The Book of the Law: In my hidden and glorious name is the brilliance, as the midnight sun is ever the son!"
"Chapter 3, Verse 75 of The Book of the Law: The word that ends all words is: ABRAHADABRA!"
"The Book of the Law was written, then concealed, AUM.HA, AUM.HA!"
When Roy's right hand, holding the quill, finished writing the last letter of The Book of the Law, the tome suddenly stirred without wind, its pages rustling loudly in the bedroom. Roy's eyes remained vacant, his heartbeat strong, his breathing steady—yet his mind had ceased all motion, as though his "spirit" had left his body, traversed the material plane, and arrived at another "phase" unknown to the world.
This was a phase where only "spirit" existed, devoid of any known matter. Neither the laws of physics nor the familiar rules of the world applied here—it had its own unique set of laws.
This was Roy's first time entering this wondrous "phase." Unfamiliar with its nature, he found himself unable to move—if "movement" even existed here. All that remained was thought.
And as Roy engaged in the only action possible—thinking—a voice suddenly echoed in this phase, where nothing but him should have existed.
The voice was neither distinctly male nor female, as if brimming with infinite possibilities. Its owner spoke in a tone of wonder, as though discovering some fascinating creature: "...How intriguing. How did you come to this 'phase'?"
"...Oh? Let me think—it must be through The Book of the Law, yes? I recall that book should now be in the hands of the Roman Catholic Church. Are you one of those sent by them to decipher it?"
"It seems I underestimated the Roman Catholic Church. To think someone could truly find the correct path of interpretation amidst endless errors."
The voice spoke to itself, its tone somewhat flippant. Then, Roy "saw" a humanoid figure emerge from the void of this phase.
The figure had long silver hair cascading down to his back, clad in a magnificent black military-style coat adorned with a long officer's cape draped over his shoulders, lending him an air of solemnity amidst his regal bearing.
This was a man whose face and presence alone could captivate countless women.
Aleister Crowley.
The moment Roy "saw" him, he recognized the man.
His father—the father he had never met. The "Beast of the Apocalypse," the "Great Wild Beast," the "Most Evil Man in the World"—all these titles belonged to him.
Upon seeing Aleister Crowley, Roy's shock swiftly gave way to overwhelming elation. He had been wondering how to find this man—yet here he was, appearing before him in this mysterious "phase" after completing The Book of the Law.
Roy wanted to speak, but not a single word could escape him. The laws of this 'phase' were entirely different from the material world. Until he adapted and understood its rules, even a simple act like 'speaking' was impossible.
At this moment, Roy didn't even have a physical body—he was merely a spirit, a thinking spirit.
But Aleister was different. He clearly had deep familiarity with this 'phase' and had conducted thorough research. Not only could he speak effortlessly here, but he could even manifest his own form.
"This is the imaginary number phase. Meeting me here is truly your misfortune, unknown one... The 'Imagine Breaker' was shattered in the battle against Mathers. For the sake of my grand plan, now is not the time for you to relay my location to the other magicians."
Aleister Crowley spoke these words, and under Roy's stunned gaze, the greatest magician of the twentieth century slowly raised his right hand. He clenched his fist, extending his thumb and index finger to form a universally recognized gun gesture.
And the barrel of that 'gun' was aimed directly at Roy!
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