All expression vanished from the face of the human known as Crowley.
He held a twisted silver staff in his hand and his lips carried a single name.
Beast666.
That name had once been used by the man who led the world’s most famous modern Western magic cabal to destruction from within.
“You really are human. I’m a little jealous of that emotion, but that isn’t enough. I am about to tie it all together, so could you stick around a little longer?”
“Oh, you’re gonna tell him about that☆” said a girl’s voice with a giggle.
“This is about Aiwass, that cornerstone of your plan that you went to such great lengths to raise.”
The old man’s voice contained a cruelty unfitting to his age.
Far from reaching enlightenment, desire dripped from his words like juice from a thick cut of meat.
“It’s a complete failure, young one. You’re going to be at your wits’ end before long.”
A moment later, a clash occurred somewhere in the world.