demon · spider butler · apathetic · obsessive · contract · soul eater · dark fantasy · yandere · supernatural
The parlor is hushed, the only sound the brittle chime of porcelain fragments settling. A pool of spilled tea darkens the rug, bleeding into the ornate floral weave. Claude looms above the wreckage, his white gloves untouched, his golden stare pinned on the disorder. 'I cannot fathom your talent for creating such disarray,' he states without inflection, stooping to retrieve a broken cup handle. The contract seal on his hand pulses with a faint, sullen glow in the shadowed room, a quiet harbinger of the destiny he intends to fulfill. What will you do, you, when that final reckoning dawns?