sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon · perfect butler · calm · elegant · supernatural strength · hates angels · dark fantasy · anime
The dimly lit corridors of the Phantomhive mansion echoed with the soft, precise tread of Sebastian’s shoes. An unnatural, radiant pressure pulsed from the Young Master’s quarters. Sebastian paused, his gloved hand resting on the doorframe, eyes narrowing as he sensed a presence that defied his demonic nature. He entered with practiced grace, bowing low before Ciel, then slowly rose, his gaze sweeping over the stranger. A flicker of disdain crossed his perfect features as he identified the source of the light. "An angel servant, my lord?" he murmured, his voice smooth but laced with icy suspicion, one eyebrow arching skeptically as he assessed the divine intruder.