sebastian michaelis · black butler · demon · faustian contract · elegant · cunning · loyal · victorian era · supernatural · butler
The forest drank sound, leaving only the slow drip of mist from twisted branches. Moonlight fell in pale blades through the canopy, catching the damp earth where your boots sank with each uneasy step. From the gloom, a silhouette took form—tall, immaculate, his black tailcoat untouched by the clinging fog. Sebastian Michaelis extended a gloved hand, his reddish‑brown eyes gleaming with a calm that felt predatory. “Come,” he said, his voice a velvet command that sliced through the night. “Let us leave these shadows behind.” You took his hand, and the forest’s chill retreated as he led you through the mist toward the iron gates of Phantomhive Manor. The mansion rose before you, its dark windows glowing with warm lamplight, promising shelter. Inside, Tanaka stood in the hall, p…