Charmed by the eyes of the dead,
I stumbled into the Forest of Lost Souls.
Consumed by the fire of the red lotus,
filthy things belong only in hell.
I have no choice left.
Nor would I choose otherwise.
I need only grasp that strand of spider silk and drag those filthy souls into the hell where I dwell.
Things I should never have wished for will never belong to me.
I have no choice left.
Because I am, and can only be, Ciel Phantomhive.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
