Devil's property
The boat cut silently through the water. The air was cold, a gray mist hanging above the surface of the water, an occasional cold breeze causing thin ripples across it. The young boy in the boat shivered involuntarily.
"Bocchan, are you cold? the soft voice of a tall man made him turn around. He held an ore in his only arm, the other having been ripped out just hours ago.
The boy whose name was Ciel smiled, his cerulean eyes reflecting the figure in front of him...
"No Sebastian, I'm not" he replied quietly turned back to staring ahead...
He supposed they must be nearing wherever...
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