Light came from darkness; God came from demons?
How was that possible? It was absolutely impossible!
Joan of Arc raised a hand to cover her ears, shaking her head and backing away again and again. She could not believe, and did not dare believe, the demon's shocking whispers.
No, it should not have been like this!
In a daze, the Maid of Orléans recalled the murmurs from her prison cell. She instantly came to her senses, her eyes lighting up as though she had grasped a lifeline, and fiercely retorted.
"Lies! Everything you said is a lie! Otherwise, why is none of this recorded in the Bible?!"
"The Bible? Please. That thing isn't even worth using to wipe your ass."
Samael raised the black leather-bound book in his hand. He pursed his lips and sneered as he shook his head, his pitch-black eyes dark and unfathomable.
"You so-called zealots in pursuit of light sealed away the real thing for a thousand years. Do you know how many people, over those long years, deleted or even altered its contents for their own selfish desires?"
"Those people were saints..."
Joan of Arc tried to defend them, but her voice lacked conviction.
"Maybe some were, but can you guarantee that all of them were?"
The snake shrugged, its smile in the darkness dripping with mockery.
In truth, Samael's question was not baseless.
According to established history, several centuries in the future, from 1948 to 1956, humanity would discover a large number of manuscripts concerning ancient biblical texts in caves northwest of the Dead Sea, near the Holy City of Jerusalem.
Among the eleven caves containing manuscripts were more than six hundred types of handwritten copies of ancient Old Testament scrolls and other documents, with fragments numbering in the tens of thousands.
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