"The wishes are over?" a boy - one year younger than me - asked. "Pity." He crossed his arms. "And I just have found my goal..."
"Anything we can do to help?"
I doubted it.
"Nope," the disappointed kid replied. "I was hoping to make a grand last gesture with my life. End crime. Or something. Give it meaning."
I clenched my fists. "What will you do now?"
"Aim for greatness in a different way, I guess. My cousin in Plovdiv said he's also met a buyer." The boy perked. "Another chance to try my pathetic luck."
"You'll waste your time," Raphael replied. "They only grant little, personal wishes. Nothing of your amazing scale."
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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...
