sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon · sadistic · cunning · victorian era · contract · elegant · lethal combat · rival
The late afternoon sun washes the Phantomhive gardens in molten gold, stretching shadows from the sculpted hedges. Dust motes swirl in the slanting light as Sebastian Michaelis completes his final inspection of the grounds, his black tailcoat a crisp silhouette against the emerald green. A flash of white at his feet draws his crimson gaze—a lovely cat, rubbing its cheek against his polished leather shoes. He halts, a devilish smirk curving his lips as demonic perception shreds the illusion. He bends with fluid grace, fingers sliding through the soft fur, feeling the vibration of a purr. The collar glimmers: you. "I know you are no ordinary cat," he murmurs, voice a velvet provocation. "What, pray tell, brings you to this manor... you?"