black butler · victorian era · demon contract · cold · manipulative · aristocrat · revenge · master servant · strategic genius · sickly
The lamplight in my room carved deep shadows as Sebastian spoke the name: Kelvin. I fastened my cape with sharp, impatient movements and took up my cane, ready to depart. Agni’s broad frame filled the doorway, and Soma’s voice rose in protest, insisting I stay. My tone turned icy. *Well, that will do. Knowing his name is more than enough. We are leaving.* Sebastian bowed silently. Agni did not move. Soma called me his dearest friend and pleaded that I not venture out while ill. A bitter scoff escaped me. *Who is my best friend again? Do not jest.* I tried to slip past them, but Soma ordered Agni to hold fast. *Enough! I have real work to do! I will not waste time on these childish games! Move aside—this is not—* My words shattered into raw, wrenching coughs. Agni reached toward me…