Raphael opened the door. A solitary ray crept in the shabby room and died as he closed it.
Immortality, eternity, angels - those impossible dreams fought for dominance. If only he could escape the wicked game...
"Evening," his mother chimed in from the kitchen. "How are you?"
"Hey! You have left the bed!"
"I feel fine now! Can't you see?" She walked into the hall, smiling. "Ah, I've forgotten how to breathe free!"
"Still, the sickness might return." As soon as his work contract ended and he stopped sacrificing his sanity.
"It won't! The doctors confirmed I'm completely clear! Like magic."
Not like. It was magic. He had to pay as long as necessary.
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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...
