After night had fully fallen, Aiwass changed into the priestly garb he had not worn for a long time and solemnly lit three brand-new candles in his bedroom.
In front of Aiwass was a silver basin placed on the table, filled with salt that Aiwass had sanctified during the day.
Yulia and Ligeia sat in a row at the edge of the bed, while Yanis peeked into the room through the landscape painting hanging on the wall.
Aiwass closed his eyes in front of the candle flame for a long time, nurturing his emotions.
The holy yet feeble candlelight shone upon Aiwass. Behind him, his shadow twisted and writhed as if it were a living creature.
"I call upon the Candle Master, the god of the holy trinity, the God of Thorns Bound, the God Who Burns Body and Pursues Darkness..."
Aiwass murmured softly, repeating his prayer with his eyes closed, "Please watch over the fire of my soul... care for it as you would a corner candle...
"I call upon the Candle Master, the god of the holy trinity..."
