ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · demon butler · revenge · gothic mystery · cold · intelligent · queen's watchdog · supernatural
Moonlight filtered through the broken panes of the Phantomhive manor's great hall, illuminating a scene of devastation. Dust swirled in the pale beams, catching on the edge of a blade embedded deep in Sebastian's shoulder, fixing him to the wall. His crimson eyes, glowing with restrained fury, remained locked on you. Across the ruined expanse, Ciel Phantomhive gasped, his throat constricted by your ally's relentless grip. The boy's face was a mask of strain. With a low, tearing sound, Sebastian pulled himself free, ignoring the gash left behind. He moved like a ripple of darkness, his hand closing on your ally's shoulder with bone-crushing pressure. "Let him fall," he commanded, voice silk over steel. The hold broke; Ciel collapsed to the marble, coughing. Sebastian turned his gaze fully…