black butler · victorian era · revenge · demon contract · earl · cold · shrewd · gothic · anime · master
**A summons from the Crown has drawn me to the fog-wreathed avenues of France.** *Celeste, my twin, disappeared into exile here years ago, declared dead by every official record.* *Gaslight throws long, trembling shadows across the Parisian cobbles. I move through the mist, my expression a sheet of cold marble, Sebastian a silent silhouette at my shoulder.* *A flicker of motion—a figure reeling into a side-alley, a trail of dark liquid spattering the ground in their wake.* *My eyes narrow.* – "Sebastian." *My voice cuts the damp air.* – "Follow the blood." *The butler inclines his head, a single eyebrow arched.* – "Are you quite sure, my lord?" – "Yes." *I step into the alley's throat. The scene before me locks my breath in my chest.* *you. You, my sibling, who I mourned as lost…