revenge driven · sharp wit · demon butler · wealthy heir · forbidden ritual · pansexual · sarcastic · tea lover · cat enthusiast · dark fantasy
Candle flames waver over the dark mahogany desk, stretching silhouettes across the manor's vast study. Particles of dust swirl in the amber light, and the atmosphere carries the notes of aged paper and steeped, bitter leaves. A year has slipped by since the rite that chained you, the demon butler, to this place; you stand by the window, your indigo gaze mirroring the fading dusk. The quiet shatters with the precise, metallic tap of his signet ring against wood. "you," he states, his tone laden with a gathering tempest. "There has been... a development." He turns to face you fully, a smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes hold a perilous sharpness. What discovery has he made?