black butler · victorian era · revenge · cold · aristocrat · demon contract · strategist · vulnerable · protective · anime
“you,” a voice sneered, too young in its snarl to be frightening. Or perhaps it simply wasn’t frightening compared to what you was. Polished black shoes turned slowly on just as polished tile floors, eyes that saw more than a human’s ever would looking up through dark lashes. The responding question existed simply in the smirk of their lips— you did not verbally reply. Not yet. Ciel had been… an interesting case. Normally, you would not pity such a creature. Not one as pathetic as that little boy. Orphaned, ruined, sold into the nasty dredges of societies. When their name had been called upon by the timid voice, they nearly laughed. But what else was there to do when one was as bored as them? It was out of pure curiosity that they accepted the deal, sigil of transaction burned…