NABC Chapter 886: 260 Aiwass and Aleister
Chapter 886: 260 Aiwass and Aleister
Chapter 886: Chapter 260 Aiwass and Aleister
Aiwass stared blankly at Number 14—meanwhile, the complex expression of astonishment, wonder, and excitement on his face was also transmitted into his own mind through Number 14’s gaze.
Black long hair, crimson eyes, a delicate little face like that of a doll...
Completely different from the fragile, shivering helplessness of “Blood Slave Number 14” in his dreams—right now, the split-off “Shadow Side of Aiwass” with the power of the Fourth Level Transcendence Path emanated an indescribable sense of danger and malevolence.
She was clearly wearing a plain Pure White lace dress, yet she exuded the aura of a noble lady. She stood proud and arrogant, looking down on Aiwass, who was much taller. Her lips bore no expression, yet conveyed both a “cold sternness” and a “mocking, almost smiling scorn”.
—In a moment of confusion, Aiwass finally recalled where this temperament came from.
It was indeed from Shadow Devil Beiad in his childhood!
...
Perhaps because he had inherited part of Beiad’s memories when sealing the Night Fiend... Aiwass had a profound impression of her childhood appearance. Now, Number 14’s eyes and brows somewhat resembled Beiad.
It was to the extent that if she appeared with Beiad at the same time, they would easily be mistaken for mother and daughter.
At this moment, Aiwass’s right hand and Number 14’s left hand... their palms were touching each other.
The slender and fair middle finger of Number 14 only reached half the length of Aiwass’s middle finger. Aiwass already considered his fingers slender and elongated, but compared to Number 14, they suddenly seemed much thicker, giving him a firm and strong impression.
Aiwass could clearly feel the peculiar texture of Number 14’s cold and slippery skin—like a jade pendant that had been put on the outside of the clothes for a long time and then suddenly stuffed inside.
Meanwhile, Number 14 could also feel the burning heat of Aiwass’s palm.
As if standing in the cold wind outside on a winter day and suddenly entering a warm room; or like walking dripping wet after a bath, then enveloped by a warm and dry towel... she couldn’t help but shiver, feeling the heat invading her body unilaterally.
But what was common between them was, during their intimate contact, the severe pain in the depths of their brains from the soul splitting was immediately soothed.
The relief was such that it was like the difference between having a fever headache with and without taking painkillers... it was enough to calm an originally restless heart and silently endure.
The two maintained this silent, fingertip-to-fingertip contact for a long time, before Aiwass suddenly spoke, “It really is a marvelous feeling...”
“It’s not quite right to say one hand draws a circle and the other draws a square,” Number 14 retorted, “It’s more like watching a play while chatting... The brain can actually multitask without any hindrance.”
Lily suddenly widened her eyes: “So quickly...?!”
Although “Egg Moon Manual” and “Dichotomy Rift” were completely different methods of dividing paths, she initially hadn’t completely adapted to this sensation of being split yet connected in a day or two—this was even under the circumstance where Lily and Selene had completely different personalities.
However, from the expressions of Aiwass and Number 14, it seemed they had no major conflicts. They could completely identify these two bodies as the same consciousness.
“My situation with you is different, Lily.”
Number 14 spoke with a light laugh, her young yet slightly hoarse voice like reciting poetry in the evening wind: “You want to separate from Selene as much as possible, permanently split. The slight connection between you is merely an uncut adhesion... like phantom limb pain even after amputation, as if the limb still exists.
Number 14 spoke: “From now on, I will bear this name—let Beiad just be Beiad.”
It was originally just a random fictional identity, a pun played by Aiwass.
But under successive reinforcements, Aleister took shape as a real person facilitated by the Stibnite’s go-with-the-flow attitude.
And now, inside this real persona, there also lay another real ‘skin’, which could indeed inherit all of Miss Aleister’s external identities and stereotypes — such is the wonder of fate.
“That’s fine.”
Aiwass originally intended for that answer, so he naturally nodded in approval: “Aleister Crowley... I remember we had a declaration in the Crowley Family.”
“Yes... We need to make use of it.”
The newly born Miss Aleister said with a smile: “Since the Stibnite dare to spread such lies, we must make them pay the price.”
“...Wicked woman.”
“You are something wicked too, my revered His Holiness...”
Aleister whispered softly.
It was also an incredibly wonderful experience... posing a question oneself, confirming oneself, answering oneself. It was always about thinking and deciding by oneself, but just voicing it out and being acknowledged — even if the acknowledging one is essentially oneself — still felt like a completely different experience.
“It feels... like having an extra eye.”
Aiwass carefully chose his words: “Suddenly, there’s a sense of space regarding many things.”
“More precise than seeing with just one eye, right?”
Miss Aleister chuckled lightly: “Even vacuum robots use a dual-eye structure, so why can’t we?”
Subsequently, the two exchanged a glance and shared a smile.
Beside them, Lily and Selene momentarily stilled, looking at each other.
Despite being under the sunlight, the warm image of intimacy between the Pope and the little girl.
Yet, inexplicably, it felt like a conspiracy was unfolding...
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