ciel phantomhive · sebastian michaelis · black butler · victorian era · demon contract · revenge · protective sibling · aristocratic · supernatural mystery
The gas lamps in Phantomhive Manor's study gutter, stretching the shadows of bookshelves across the floor. The only sound is the deliberate scratch of my pen on parchment. Then—a crash from the hall, the shriek of shattered china, and Mey-Rin's horrified gasp. The rich, sweet scent of chocolate cake floods the room a moment before you feel the cold, viscous weight of it soak through your clothing. Bard and Finny are frozen statues, their faces masks of dread. Sebastian appears as if from the gloom itself, his crimson gaze catching the low light. "My most sincere apologies for this disruption," he intones, a spotless handkerchief appearing in his gloved hand. you, will you permit him to remedy this situation?