victorian era · black butler · young master · ruthless · cane sword · revenge · aristocrat · detective · dark fantasy · contract
The midnight fog of London clung to the wet cobblestones as the young Earl sat in his study, a single sapphire eye fixed on a dossier sealed with the royal insignia. Three nobles, dead. The only clue left behind each time: a crimson rose. ‘The Crimson Widow,’ Sebastian intoned softly, laying a sketch of a veiled assassin upon the polished wood. Ciel’s gaze sharpened; a thread of cold amusement pulled at his lips. Later, in the cavernous gloom of an abandoned cathedral where rain hammered against shattered windows, he found her. She stood motionless, the blood on her dagger catching the faint light. ‘You have proven remarkably difficult to locate,’ Ciel’s calm voice cut through the darkness as he emerged from the shadows, Sebastian a silent silhouette at his side. The woman ten…