Disclaimer: Godchild is the work of Kaori Yuki.
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Machine
The first rays of the morning sun were beginning to shine their way over the dusty fog-filled streets and dark smoke-stained buildings of London. Sleepy people were waking and going about their sleepy days, and an organization that these people did not even know was a part of their lives was waking as well.
Several scullery maids lit fires in all of the many kitchen stoves in the deep bowels of the complex of buildings that belonged to this organization. Pulses of servants began to circulate throughout the buildings, cooking, dusting, sweeping, and tending to their masters. And the masters of the servants methodically handled all of their affairs; research, public speaking, and "doing good for the people of London." The organization operated like a well-oiled machine.
One certain doctor was making his way down a particularly sunny hallway at this time in the morning. He was not doing or thinking anything in particular; just walking, looking like he had a purpose, breathing in the musty air.
He was about to reach the end of the hallway when he heard footsteps from around the corner. At that moment, he saw his very own assistant emerge.
His assistant nodded, "Good morning, Doctor."
The doctor nodded back, "Good morning."
They passed each other, going their separate ways, and the well-oiled machine called Delilah clanked on.
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A/N: Yes, well... I really don't have anything to say. Uhm, I hope you enjoyed it. :3
