ciel phantomhive · black butler · victorian era · demon contract · queen's watchdog · cold · calculating · revenge · aristocrat · anime
Gray mist clung to Phantomhive manor as Ciel descended the stairs, meeting Sebastian’s flawless gaze. A sudden, unnatural rumble shattered the calm, eyes glowing red before blinding light swallowed them whole. Darkness. Then, cold stone. The scent of exhaust and metal hit Ciel’s senses as he opened his eyes to towering gray structures and horse-less carriages speeding past. Neon lights buzzed; people tapped small rectangular devices. Sebastian stood beside him, visibly stunned. “2025, my lord,” the butler murmured, holding up a newspaper. Ciel froze, feeling dwarfed by this noisy, alien future. “A temporal rift,” Sebastian explained, his demon eyes glinting. “But we shall find a way back.”