Curtain Fall
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The dead never completely leave the living. They have a horrid way of burrowing deep down into the marrow of your bones, and nesting within. Whispering sweet words in your ears, dripping with lies and venom. He's no victim, because he refuses to become one.
Instead he's a mere abused little boy, shivering behind bars. He's bloodied and bruised, skin scratched and clawed at. It's a tragic beginning to his life of murder and blood and secrets.
They watch him, eyes silently condemning his life to hell.
He scoffs however, because he's already in hell.
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"Are you fine, Young Master?" Sebastian occasionally wonders.
Ciel merely rolls his eyes and ignores his pain. "Of course. Now bring me my tea."