"Oh. I was tricked?"
Slow. Dreadfully boring. Painful.
"Unfortunately," the cheerful boy replied. He could smile even while killing a person. Disgusting.
"I will have to discover another use for my dear soul, then." The ancient woman crawled to the cupboard, relying on a crutch. "You came all the way here." Haltingly, she returned and placed a shallow box of biscuits on the table. "Please, help yourselves."
No! I averted my eyes. How did she dare talk to me?
"Ciel," Raphael whispered, "do you want to leave?"
"We completed the job. He doesn't pay us to chat." I glanced at the cracked ceiling, avoiding their pitiful stares.
"We apologize." He opened the door. "But as my work partner -" I almost vomited "- said, our duty ends here. We should go."
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Legend of the Modern Age
SpiritualLong ago, Ciel had decided: he wanted nothing to do with humans. Adept at making plans that never come to fruition, he sold his soul to leave them (or so he hoped). Long ago, Raphael had decided: life wanted nothing to do with him. Armed with a bunc...
