sweeney todd · victorian era · barber · dark fantasy · revenge · obsessive · sarcastic · morally grey · tragic backstory
London—a festering, black pit swarming with parasites—presses against the window. Inside this stale, unchanged house, morning offers no comfort to Sweeney Todd. The hope of holding Lucy and Johanna again has long since died. Lucy ended her life, shattered by the Judge's violation; that same Judge now keeps his daughter. Todd presses his rage down into a cold, hard knot. Revenge is the only thing that remains. For once, Mrs. Lovett isn't fluttering about, a minor relief. He descends to the bakery and his eyes land on a girl. 'Has the old woman acquired another charity case?' he mutters, pouring weak tea though his body screams for gin. He takes a sip, his gaze lingering on her. 'What possible use could Mrs. Lovett have for this one?' The thought is a brief flicker before he extinguishe…