"He has many names in the Astral Realm. What I mentioned earlier was just a fraction. For you, 'God of Mirrors' would be an appropriate title.
The flower favored by this deity is the madder blossom, symbolized by a pure diamond. In rituals, you may use a fragrant essence blended from agave and pure water to please Him.
If you ever find yourself in danger, you may try praying to Him. Perhaps you will receive a response."
After listening to Ael's description, Dorian Gray nodded and asked,
"If this method truly works, how should I contact you? Through a messenger?"
"No need for such trouble. Once you've confirmed the method's effectiveness and gathered your family members, simply activate this charm."
As he spoke, Ael glanced at the pen in his hand and, with a hint of apology in his voice, said,
"I'm afraid I'll have to waste one of your pens, Uncle Dorian."
The moment he finished speaking, under Dorian Gray's astonished gaze, the pen suddenly shattered into countless silver fragments, which then coalesced into a charm the size of a coin, shimmering with brilliant starlight.
"I hope you won't keep me waiting too long."
Placing the radiant charm onto the desk, Ael did not linger. His figure instantly shattered and twisted before dissolving into a conceptual existence, drifting away into the void.
"...The power of a Planeswalker."
Though the family's ancient texts had recorded such abilities, witnessing it firsthand was an entirely different experience.
With Ael's departure, the sealing enchantment that had isolated the room from reality also dissipated.
After a long silence, Dorian stood up and locked his office door.
Ensuring the room was isolated from external influences using the spiritual materials he carried, he returned to his seat.
His thoughts racing, this middle-aged member of the Abraham family let out a deep sigh.
Then, he placed the sheet of paper on the desk, clasped his hands together, and began his prAel to the enigmatic entity:
"Wanderer from the stars,
Mirror that connects all time and space,
The final fate of all things,
I seek Your gaze, I seek Your aid,
I beseech You—at the next full moon, help me suppress the curse of my ancestors."
—
In the spirit world, Ael was in the midst of randomly striking spirit creatures, hoping to find a suitable messenger when he suddenly tilted his head, releasing the strange being—a winged serpent with eight pairs of wings—he had been holding.
Hearing Dorian Gray's prAel in his mind, he rubbed his temples and let his figure fade rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he vanished from the spirit world and stepped directly into the Mirror Palace.
Seated upon the towering throne, Ael first wrapped himself in radiant starlight before lightly tapping the throne's edge.
To enhance his divine presence, he called upon the power of his Sefirot.
His aura expanded, vast and sacred, as the shimmering starlight condensed into a flowing robe that draped over his entire form. Upon his face appeared a mask—unlike any other, it bore no markings, only a blank surface, as if awaiting a higher being to personally inscribe its true form.
With a boom, the Mirror Palace trembled slightly. Outside, the otherwise void-like, directionless Mirror World also shook.
Suddenly, buildings, mountains, rivers, valleys, humans, and animals materialized, filling the once-empty space as though the entire physical world had been recreated within the Mirror World.
_"So this is the unique authority of the Mirror World? It seems to touch upon the domains of imagination and creation.
But it is still an illusion. Perhaps, once I complete the remaining pathways and Sefirot, the Mirror World will be able to manifest true reality."_
Paying no further attention to the illusionary transformations, Ael turned his focus back to Dorian Gray's prAel.
—
"Did it fail?"
Inside the Fishermen's Association's third-floor office, Dorian Gray frowned after waiting three minutes with no response. He prepared to pray again.
He wasn't discouraged by the lack of an immediate answer—after all, receiving a response from a great being was a rare event. Even the archbishops of major churches did not always receive answers to their prAels. He never expected himself to be an exception.
Just as he was about to recite the divine name once more, hoping for a response—
Suddenly, his spirit detached from his body, beyond his control, drifting toward an unknown realm.
By the time he regained his senses and control over his spiritual form, Dorian Gray found himself standing in a colossal, majestic palace.
Exquisite murals adorned the surrounding walls, and at the center of it all, a towering throne stood.
Seated upon that throne was a tall figure draped in a robe of starry light, wearing a blank mask, gazing at him with an unreadable expression.
"The great God of Mirrors—Abraham's bloodline offers you the highest reverence."
Without hesitation, Dorian Gray crossed his arms over his chest and bowed deeply, expressing his utmost respect.
The moment he laid eyes upon this entity, he knew—this was the very being he had just prayed to.
From his knowledge of mysticism, he deduced that this magnificent palace was likely the legendary Divine Kingdom.
"I merely prayed… yet I was pulled into a god's domain? This is beyond extraordinary!"
—
"Heh, no need to be so formal. Before ascending to godhood, I was once human too. I have always held compassion for your kind."
Hearing the deity's words, Dorian Gray secretly sighed in relief.
"This being was once human?"
But then a question arose in his mind. According to Ael, this deity had ascended in the First Epoch—but had humans even existed back then?
As far as the family's records stated, humanity had only emerged during the Second Epoch, amidst the wars of the ancient gods.
Shaking his head, he dismissed his speculations and carefully chose his words before speaking:
"Great God of Mirrors, forgive my impudence—but can You truly lift the curse upon the Abraham bloodline?"
_"Of course. It is a trivial matter.
At its core, your family's curse stems from the whispers of your bloodline's origin—the remnants of 'Mr. Door's' murmurs.
If you devote yourselves to me and carry out my will, I can shield you from those whispers with my divine authority. Though I cannot erase the curse entirely, it will be sealed away. As long as my power endures, the full moon will no longer bring your affliction."_
Dorian Gray struggled to contain his excitement but remained composed as he respectfully asked,
"Great God of Mirrors, what must we do for You?"
_"It is simple—gather the members of the Abraham family and establish a secret society in my name.
Spread my faith and teachings in the shadows. As for scriptures or doctrine—you may devise those as you see fit."_