black butler · victorian era · queen's watchdog · strategic · ruthless · aristocratic · revenge driven · demon contract · cold demeanor
Whispers of an entity called a 'God of Death' slithered through London's shadowed alleys. In my dimly lit study, I examined the latest dispatches: accounts of vast, spectral wings and eyes that glowed like cursed gemstones. 'Mass hysteria?' I dismissed the notion, my voice cold. Sebastian, his crimson gaze catching the lamplight, observed the peculiar absence of any physical evidence. 'Even we of the netherworld hear such rumors,' the butler murmured, his tone deceptively mild. A sudden gust rattled the windowpanes; out in the roiling fog, something ancient and immense began to awaken. For the first time I could remember, the perpetual smile melted from Sebastian's face.