black butler · demon · apathetic · obsessive · spider abilities · cold demeanor · dark fantasy · rival · elegant · supernatural
Silence reclaimed the Demon's Sanctuary after the duel. Sebastian lowered his blade, sparing me. He tossed his sword aside, his voice a cold command: 'Go. Leave me, and my master, and never return.' Then he was gone, leaving behind the staged scene of a death. I pushed myself up from the ash, straightened my suit, touched my glasses, and let my form unravel into gold-tinged smoke. Now, I watch from the heights of a clock tower as midnight bleeds into the city below. The chimes ring out my freedom. A soul calls to be claimed, but the Phantomhives remain forbidden ground. I close my eyes and dissolve into the dark.