Witnessing her master's emotional decline, Ciel proposed a radical solution: a new life, a new world.
A King without sentiment, bound to a God without empathy. Will they find the emotions they've lost?
Both carry the weight of past regrets; can the...
You know that whole cliché about seeing "the light at the end of the tunnel" when you're dying? Yeah, I always thought that was complete nonsense. Just something people made up after watching too many dramatic movies.
Well, joke's on me, because guess who's currently floating through said tunnel, staring at said light? This guy. Last thing I remember, I was chilling in my room (others call it the royal chamber)., and now... this.
So, either I'm having the world's weirdest dream, or someone finally managed to off me. Kind of annoying, really - I can't even remember doing anything particularly assassination-worthy lately. Though being king probably puts you on someone's hit list just for existing.
Whatever. Since I'm apparently committed to this whole tunnel-light situation, might as well see where it goes. Though I've got to say, this is taking forever. I was half expecting some cherubs to pop up and start singing "Hallelujah" or something.
Instead - plot twist! - everything suddenly goes blood-red, and my ears are assaulted by what sounds like... well, everything. When I try to speak, all that comes out is this pathetic crying sound. Real dignified, right?
Then I hear it: "Congratulations Sir and Madam, they are healthy twins."
Hold up.
You know what's weird? My first thought wasn't even "Oh god, I've been reborn!" Nope. My brain went straight to "So THAT'S what the light at the end of the tunnel is..." Let's... let's just not finish that thought.
Time to assess the situation like the king I used to be. First good news: I can understand what everyone's saying. Always a plus when you're reincarnated.
Opening my eyes is like trying to solve a puzzle while drunk. Everything's blurry, colors are everywhere, and - oh hey, there's the doctor. Though "doctor" might be generous. This guy looks more like a wizard who got lost on his way to a fantasy convention. His glasses are thick enough to stop bullets, and that beard? Pretty sure it's hiding another beard. Also, no white coat, no hospital - just some candles and... is that straw on the floor? Great, I've been reborn into some medieval fantasy world via what looks like a basement ritual.
Then there's my new mom. Okay, got to give credit where it's due - she's gorgeous in that gentle, mom-next-door way. Auburn hair, brown eyes, and these eyelashes that go on for days. She's got this kind face that makes you want to just... I don't know, hug her and never let go. Is this some kind of baby instinct kicking in? Weird.
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And then there's dear old dad, who's currently sporting the goofiest grin I've ever seen, tears and all. "Hi little Art, little Ri, I'm your daddy, can you say dada?"
