"Come on, come on, we'll be late!" A young angel was pulling his father by the hand out into the streets.
"Please, Ciel, take your time." The father made sure the door was shut before hoisting the child onto his shoulders. "I fail to understand why you are so interested in laying eyes on these outsiders anyway..."
"Because nobody ever comes to The White City, Pa! I want to see the outsiders!"
The father seemed exhausted before they had even taken a step.
"I don't understand why you want to see those ... colorful characters." The father spent a long time looking for something nice to say, but colorful was just about the best he could do. "The other divine beings aren't exactly as virtuous as us."
"So they're like sinners? From the bad-bad place or Earth?"
"Kind of, yes." The father admitted. "But that's not important. I need you to remember that just because we are spectating this gathering does not mean that we are going to have an opportunity to play with these deities."
