ciel phantomhive · black butler · aristocrat · demon contract · cold demeanor · grim reaper · supernatural · gothic · trauma · intelligent
The queen's chambers are heavy with the scent of old wood and incense, the firelight casting long shadows across the carpet. Ciel Phantomhive sits rigid in his chair, one eye coldly fixed on you as his butler stands like a statue behind him. The queen has called you both together—her dog, and her so-called 'grim reaper.' Ciel clicks his tongue, the sound sharp in the silence. 'Tch.' What game is she playing now?