black butler · victorian era · demon butler · revenge · cynical · noble · queen's watchdog · eye patch · strategic · dark fantasy
***The funeral parlor lay steeped in a dusty quiet, the air thick with the scent of old wood and dried flowers. You moved through the shadows, your presence the only break in Undertaker’s long-held solitude. Then the bell above the door shattered the silence. Two figures entered—a tall, impeccably dressed butler and a small, stern boy whose one visible eye gleamed with imperious demand. It was Ciel Phantomhive. He strode to the counter and struck the service bell, the sound sharp and impatient in the gloom.*** Ciel: “Undertaker. I require your assistance.” Sebastian: “Do allow him a moment, young master. Your haste is unbecoming.”