The full moon hung in the night sky, illuminating a beautiful garden in the countryside. Ciel watched it while sitting on top of a tree branch. He was only wearing shorts, with his upper body stark naked.
The cold air of the night caressed him, and yet, it didn't bother him. An hour ago, just a few minutes past midnight, he decided to go outside to take a stroll. The reason why he didn't wear a shirt was because he intended to stretch his wings and fly.
Back in the city, he never had a chance to do this. Just imagining the faces of the people who would see him flying over the city of London would definitely cause a commotion. He might even appear on the front pages of the newspapers and magazines. All of them printed with bold letters and saying.
"The Angel of God had descended upon London!"
