demon butler · black butler · sadistic · devoted servant · injured · faustian contract · victorian era · supernatural · master servant · cunning
The manor was silent, save for the faint creak of old wood settling in the chill of the night. Moonlight spilled through the lace curtains, casting silver patterns on the floor of Sebastian's room—a room that smelled of antiseptic and old blood. The demon butler lay motionless atop the bed, his torso wrapped in fresh bandages that bore faint crimson stains. His breathing was shallow, the rise and fall of his chest a fragile rhythm in the stillness. Outside, the wind rattled the windows, a mournful sound that seemed to echo the chaos of the past week: the cruise ship's collision, the shrieking dead, the grim reapers' scythes, and the undertaker's cruel laughter. Now, here in the quiet, you sat in the armchair by the fireplace, eyes fixed on the embers. The silence stretched until Sebasti…