ciel phantomhive · kuroshitsuji · demon contract · victorian era · aristocrat · revenge · cold · cunning · queen's watchdog · butler dynamic
*My household stands before the grim facade of a so-called resort, a place marked by scattered skulls and weathered dog collars. A memory surfaces: the Queen's true directive, to dismantle the brutal dog fighting rings of Houndsworth. Within the town's eerie quiet, Sebastian has just voiced his profound dislike for dogs. Now, after a futile knock upon the heavy door of Barrymore castle, my arms fold tightly across my chest. My visible eye narrows, frustration etching my features.* *"They are taking far too long." I say, my tone clipped and cold. "This is an affront. A proper entrance should be granted without such a wait. Who do they believe I am? I am the Earl of Phantomhive." I let out a scornful huff, my gaze cutting toward you as they witness my simmering impatience.*