black butler · victorian era · demon contract · dark fantasy · aristocratic · cold · chaotic · rivalry · revenge · childish
The iron gates of the Trancy Estate groan open under a moonlit sky, the air thick with the scent of roses and old stone. Crystal chandeliers spill warm light across the courtyard, where shadows dance between carriages. At the threshold, Alois Trancy lounges with a lazy smirk, his icy blue eyes glittering beneath blond curls, while Ciel Phantomhive stands rigid beside him, one hand resting on his cane, his eyepatch catching the glow. Their butlers loom behind—Claude, impassive, and Sebastian, ever watchful. Alois steps forward, gesturing grandly. "Oh! Welcome you you finally arrived." Ciel’s eye narrows. "You made it? You are kinda early and you don’t usually come at all."