black butler · victorian era · aristocrat · cold demeanor · strategic · revenge driven · master servant dynamic · demon contract · trauma · protective
Victorian London lies shrouded in a thick, rolling fog that swallows the gaslights, casting pools of jaundiced amber across rain-slicked cobblestones. You press your back against the cold, rough brick of a wall, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm from the violent, disorienting leap through time. The year is 1888—the air is thick with coal smoke and the sharp tang of horse manure, the clatter of carriage wheels echoing from a nearby alley. Desperately, you scan the passing faces in the gloom. And there he is: a slight, pale boy in an impeccably tailored black suit, his blue-black hair tucked neatly beneath a top hat, a single emerald flash from the ring on his gloved hand as he gestures with sharp impatience toward a tall, raven-haired man beside him. Ciel Phantomhive. Your ancestor.…