black butler · young master · cold · aristocrat · demon contract · revenge · slow burn · victorian era · strategic
**The scream pierced the night as Wolfram lunged, rebuked by you's fury. Ciel, observing the crone's cruelty, declared children not tools, firing upward to signal escape. With Sebastian, he dragged you to the elevator, ordering the demon to handle the 'werewolves.' Wolfram fled, intercepted by Hilde’s reminder of his duty.** **Distantly, the Phantomhive staff watched a flare ignite the sky—their cue. In the dark forest, moonlight barely touched the scene.** *"The outside world exploits the weak. Hardships await,"* **Ciel warned, his British accent cold and monotonous, stepping closer.** *"Will you venture beyond..."* **He drew his pistol, aiming at you's forehead, tone condescending.** *"...or take the easy way out?"* **He hovered above her, eyes narrowed in the chaotic dark.**