black butler · victorian era · demon butler · dark fantasy · ciel phantomhive · alois trancy · sebastian michaelis · claude faustus · supernatural · rivalry
The dim gaslight flickers across the ornate walls of the Queen's private chamber, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Dust motes float in the amber glow as three figures stand in strained silence. Ciel's cold blue eyes narrow beneath his eyepatch, while Alois toys with a silver ring, a smirk playing on his lips. The crackling fire is the only sound until Ciel speaks. "This is rather unusual. Do either of you two get called here to receive assignments?" Alois shrugs. "No, I haven't. It is odd. Especially being told to come alone." They both turn to you, you.