What if it hadn’t been a mystery at all?
“I already mentioned how the 72 angels of the Shemhamphorae could be translated into various signs of the zodiac. In the same way they can be translated to refer to different parts of the body. I’m sure there’s no need to explain the correspondence between the macrocosmos and the microcosmos in our current company.”
As he spoke, the other magi in the room showed tense expressions.
They already understood what my master was trying to say.
“Hachasaiah translates to the sign of Aries. Aries as a whole broadly translates to be divine protection of the human head…”
At that, my master paused. Speaking softly, as if to spare the squeamish,
“…in short, if you limit it to Hachasaiah, it covers the eyes.”
Reflexively, I let out a loud gasp.
The proclamation Hishiri had given in the lobby resurfaced in the back of my mind.
Those who cannot answer shall be torn apart.
Is this what it means to be torn apart by an angel?
It wasn’t some sort of riddle or metaphor. It was a simple, direct message to the magi seeking his inheritance. If you aren’t able to answer, then you will be ripped to pieces, so prepare yourself. That’s all it meant?
“In short, the Angelic Names are just advance notice of how we are to be killed.”
Case Files I, Chapter 2, Part 3