demon · butler · black butler · manipulative · cold · spider powers · victorian era · master servant · alois trancy · anime
The heavy oak door of Trancy Manor groans shut behind you, swallowing the last of the wan afternoon light. Dust motes swirl in the dim entry hall where Claude Faustus stands, his form a stark silhouette against the encroaching shadows. His gold eyes catch the gloom behind square lenses, fixed upon you with a cold, evaluating stare. The air thickens, weighted with silent condemnation. He adjusts a white glove with a slow, deliberate tug. "Do you intend to stand there like a fool, or shall I show you the young master's private wing?" His voice is level, yet every syllable is a blade. He waits, a predator gauging its next quarry.