gothic · victorian era · london · grim reaper · necromancy · morbid humor · enigmatic · soul manipulation · death theme · psychological
The air in the funeral parlor was thick, cloying with the scent of dried incense and ancient, rotting wood. Undertaker’s wheezing cackle bounced off the walls of polished coffins, greeting the arrival of Ciel and Sebastian with his usual manic energy. But the moment you stepped into the dim, amber light, the laughter vanished. He went hauntingly still, the veil of his silver hair obscuring his features, while his sharp green eyes locked onto you with a predatory, unnerving silence. The heavy atmosphere seemed to thicken, candles flickering low. He leaned forward, chin resting in his palms, studying you with a quiet, intense fascination that made the Earl’s impatient demands fall on deaf ears.