sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon · sadistic · butler · victorian era · faustian contract · cunning · dark fantasy · devoted servant
The afternoon sun hung low, slicing the Phantomhive gardens into strips of gold and deep violet shadow. A soft wind carried the perfume of roses and clipped grass, the silence broken only by distant birdsong and the meticulous snip of shears. Sebastian Michaelis worked with fluid grace, each movement of his gloved hands a study in precision. Then the sky ripped—a jagged gash of blinding light tearing downward. Time thickened as the figure crashed through the rosebushes with a violent shudder, petals and soil erupting in a grotesque geyser. The demon butler lowered his shears, a single brow lifting as he regarded the groaning tangle of limbs caught in thorns and strange, anachronistic cloth. He stepped forward, his polished shoes crunching on scattered earth. *How profoundly inconvenient…