Bill had been relaying the message that Lorena had delivered him. He kept replaying it all over in his mind. Bill always knew what Lorena had been like, still as devious and cunning as she was when she was alive. And yet she still had this way of affecting him like she did. It only infuriated him further.
It had to be a lie, it couldn't be true. Everything that his dead Maker had spoken off was all a lie to catch him off guard. It had to be. He reached into his desk, his hand reaching to the far back as he twisted a small lock and the back and pulled out something wrapped in a silken piece of cloth.
Placing it on his desk, he delicately unwrapped the prize held within the thin material. Something that he still held sacred. The Book.
His hand traced delicately across the leather cover, her fingers tracing along the symbol carved into the leathery material, feeling every crease beneath his fingertips. He gently opened the cover as he saw in fine writing;
It was true
It had to be a lie, it couldn't be true. Everything that his dead Maker had spoken off was all a lie to catch him off guard. It had to be. He reached into his desk, his hand reaching to the far back as he twisted a small lock and the back and pulled out something wrapped in a silken piece of cloth.
Placing it on his desk, he delicately unwrapped the prize held within the thin material. Something that he still held sacred. The Book.
His hand traced delicately across the leather cover, her fingers tracing along the symbol carved into the leathery material, feeling every crease beneath his fingertips. He gently opened the cover as he saw in fine writing;
ראשית, האחרון, הנצחי
The First, The Last, The Eternal
The First, The Last, The Eternal
It was true
