A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

Many believe that The Book of the Law was written by Aleister Crowley, but in truth, the book was dictated to him by Aiwass, Crowley's Holy Guardian Angel. Aleister merely recorded what was revealed to him. Thus, the knowledge contained within The Book of the Law did not originate from Aleister but was imparted by Aiwass.

Aleister Crowley's true accomplishments—beyond the little-known Book of 777—included his work on The Book of Thoth.

In The Book of Thoth, Aleister integrated his knowledge of Egyptian mythology, Jewish mysticism, Hebrew symbols, the I Ching, alchemy, astrology, numerology, and more, to create his own tarot deck: the Thoth Tarot. This deck became one of the most iconic and influential tools in Western occultism, held in high regard as an essential item for spiritual practice.

As a "plural existence," Aiwass was present behind Roy, as she was with Aleister Crowley. If Roy wished, Aiwass could dictate The Book of the Law to him anew.

"The Book of the Law must already have been written by Aleister Crowley," Roy mused, turning a feathered pen in his hand as he stared at the unfinished text before him. "If I write another Book of the Law, will it conflict with the original? Or perhaps... become a new original in its own right?"

The book before Roy was three-fourths complete, with only a quarter left blank. For a grimoire, it was merely an ordinary book until its completion, but once finished, it would emanate a mysterious power.

"Grimoires are merely mediums for a magician to record their life's knowledge," Aiwass's distorted voice echoed. "If someone else copies a grimoire without understanding its content, it remains a mundane object. But if the original author, or a being like me, dictates the text, another authentic copy of the grimoire can exist."

Roy understood her explanation. If someone were to transcribe The Book of the Law without understanding its essence, it would lack power. However, if Aiwass dictated the book again, the new copy would retain its mystical potency.

Aiwass, as a Secret Chief, possessed the ability to create multiple identical grimoires imbued with power.

"I see," Roy said, nodding. "Then let's finish this today. We'll complete The Book of the Law here and now."

As soon as Roy spoke, the radiant figure of Aiwass behind him dissolved into beams of light and vanished. Roy's eyes grew vacant and lifeless, his body becoming an empty vessel. It was as if his consciousness had been displaced, and another presence now controlled him.

His slender hand gripped the feathered pen and began writing across the pages. His lips moved as though whispering an ancient chant, transmitting knowledge in the same oral tradition Aiwass used to speak to Aleister.

"...

'Chapter III, Verse 72: I am the master of the twin wands of power; the wand of the Force of Coph Nia—but my left hand is empty, for I have crushed the universe with my right hand and naught remains.'

...

'Chapter III, Verse 74: In my concealed name is the splendor, as the midnight sun is the everlasting child!'

...

'Chapter III, Verse 75: The ending of the words is the Word ABRAHADABRA!'

...

'The Book of the Law is written and concealed. AUM.HA, AUM.HA!'"

As Roy's right hand scrawled the final letter of The Book of the Law, the book trembled as if alive. Pages fluttered noisily despite the absence of wind, their sound filling the room.

Roy's breathing remained steady, his heartbeat strong, but his eyes stayed vacant. It was as though his soul had left his body, traversing beyond the material world into another realm—a plane known only to spirits.

…

Roy found himself in a place utterly devoid of physicality. It was a plane where the rules of the material world—physics, logic, and even time—held no sway. In their place existed an entirely different set of laws, incomprehensible to ordinary understanding.

He was nothing more than a thinking consciousness here, without a body or form.

As Roy tried to adjust to the strange nature of this dimension, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

The voice was both male and female, carrying infinite potential in its tone. It spoke with a playful curiosity, as though observing an intriguing new creature.

"...Fascinating, fascinating. How did you arrive in this plane?"

The voice continued, seemingly speaking to itself.

"...Oh? Let me think. It must have been through The Book of the Law. I recall that book is currently in the hands of the Roman Catholic Church. Are you one of their agents sent to decipher it?"

"Impressive, impressive," the voice mused with a hint of mockery. "I underestimated the Catholic Church. To think someone could navigate through endless errors and arrive at the correct path to comprehension."

As the voice rambled, a humanoid figure began to materialize in the void.

It was a man with silver hair cascading down his back, clad in an ornate, military-style black coat. A long, regal cape draped over his shoulders, adding an air of severity to his otherwise elegant appearance.

His presence was magnetic, and his face—handsome beyond words—carried an aura of absolute authority.

Roy immediately recognized him.

It was Aleister Crowley.

This was the man whom Roy had never met in this life, yet instinctively knew: his father. The "Beast of Revelation," the "King of Beasts," the "World's Most Wicked Man."

Seeing Aleister here filled Roy with shock and unexpected joy. He had been pondering how to find this enigmatic figure, only for fate to bring them together in this peculiar plane.

Roy attempted to speak, but no sound escaped. The laws of this realm were wholly unlike those of the physical world. Until Roy could adapt to its rules, even the simple act of speaking was beyond him.

At the moment, Roy lacked a body entirely. He was nothing more than a thinking spirit.

Aleister, by contrast, seemed entirely at ease. He not only spoke fluently but had also conjured a physical form for himself, a feat that hinted at his deep familiarity with this realm.

"This is the imaginary plane," Aleister declared. "Meeting me here is your misfortune, nameless one.

"The Imagine Breaker was broken in my battle with Mathers. For my grand design, it's far too early for you to transmit my location to the magicians of the world."

Aleister's voice carried a chilling finality.

Before Roy could process these words, Aleister slowly raised his right hand. He curled his fingers into a familiar gesture: thumb and forefinger extended, mimicking the shape of a gun.

The imaginary barrel pointed directly at Roy.

In this strange and lawless realm, the "gun" in Aleister's hand promised a devastating end.

And it was aimed at Roy.