"Are you sure this thing is an angel? It looks...very weak."

"He was an angel. I'm telling you, we succeeded. This is what we need."

"Are you really, really certain that it's an angel? We cannot afford to be wrong about this."

"I am telling you, it's a fallen angel. Nobody's seen an angel before, even less a fallen one, so you have to trust me; I know what I saw. I know what I did. This is a failed angel."

There was a hand that patted Ciel's chest as the last sentence was said. He managed to open at least one of his eyes, breaking a seal of dried blood that seemed to cover his entire face. There were two figures, one with very vibrant red hair and another with very pale white hair, standing at the left of the first. He seemed to be laying on his back on some kind of raised platform. The stone under cloth pressing against his wounded back was agony that he was too weak to vocalize. The figure with red hair had his arms crossed, facing him and looking him over with uncertainty. The white-haired figure had his hand resting on Ciel's chest, staring at the other patiently.

"We've tried animals."

"Yes."

"And humans."

The man with the pale hair pulled his hand away. He was thoroughly coated with scars.

"Obviously."

"This is our last chance."

"Short of God, there is nothing left to give."

"If we fail…"

"We won't. Look at this creature; is it not perfect?"

"Too small for me. But that's irrelevant."

"It is perfect. It is a figure made directly by the hands of God; there is nothing purer to desecrate. If he does not accept this, he will accept nothing, and all is lost. This is our last chance."

Ciel tried to lift his hand, but even if he was strong enough to get it more than a few centimeters up, it was bolted tightly to the stone by a small iron band. The moment he tried to resist it, the metal hissed a burn into his skin. The man with red hair noticed him staring and trying to move, and took a wary step back.

"You drained away all its power?"

"We're using it to open the gates directly. There's none left in him."

Ciel didn't know who these people were.

He didn't know where he was; he couldn't even remember where he was supposed to be.

He didn't know who he was supposed to be.

He didn't know if anything they were saying was true, he wasn't even totally sure of his name.

But he did know that he wasn't human.

He did know that much, at least.

He knew that he was not human and was not meant to be on the human plain, and he knew that something had to be very, very, very wrong for him to be there.

"We are going to use its power, fine, but it still must be sent with a dowry. You cannot send a bride without a dowry."

"Honestly, I think he's probably sick of receiving goats and virgin blood. This creature is likely the only thing he doesn't have; he is everything on his own."

The man with red hair glared from the man with white hair to the weak form on their sacrificing tablet sourly.

"You know those girls get so sick of making wedding dresses."

The white haired man laughed.

"Are you afraid of them? I'll go and tell them their new job, if you cannot."

He walked out of the room. The door was somewhere behind Ciel, but he doubted he would be able to see if even if it was right in front of him. The man with red hair stepped closer. He stroked Ciel's cheek with a fingertip, seemingly surprised when the act lifted a small welt to the creature's skin.

"Poor creature." He finally said, and began to walk away.

"You do not yet know what fear can do to humans."