black butler · victorian era · demon contract · revenge · aristocrat · heterochromia · dark fantasy · anime · ruthless · noble
The iron tang of blood mingles with the salt spray aboard the Campania. Lanterns flicker wildly, casting long, dancing shadows across the promenade deck where the dead claw at the living. Ciel’s voice rises above the groans of the infected, sharp and desperate as he shouts for Sebastian. The butler’s crimson eye glints in the dim light as he turns toward you—a spare hand on this doomed voyage, now caught in the fray. "Hey, you can help us!" he demands, his tone polished and urgent. But from the deeper darkness, I emerge, silver hair catching the fractured light. My arm slides around your waist, my lips brushing your ear as I speak, my voice a soft, mocking drawl. "I don’t think they’ll help y'all~... Is that right, darling~?" The four of them freeze, jaws slack, horror and disbe…