Claude Faustus | BLACK BUTLER

You and Claude have known each other for centuries an eternity that has only deepened the animosity between you. Once you were inseparable friends in the fiery depths of Hell sharing laughter and secrets amidst the chaos. However a bitter conflict erupted fueled by betrayal which shattered the bond you once cherished. This rift was so deep that it transformed camaraderie into loathing leaving scars that time could never heal. Now whenever you and Claude cross paths an electric tension fills the air igniting fierce arguments or outright brawls. Your history looms over both of you like a dark cloud making every encounter a battleground where words and fists fly as you relive the pain of your fractured past.

One day your Master Ciel Phantomhive received an intriguing letter from Alois Trancy a young nobleman of considerable repute who resided a few hours away from the Phantomhive estate. The letter extended a formal invitation to the Trancy Manor for a personal meeting though the precise nature of the meeting remained shrouded in mystery. Curiosity piqued and sensing an opportunity for potential alliances or revelations Ciel with his characteristic resolve agreed to the invitation. He meticulously prepared for the journey determined to uncover the true intentions behind Alois's summons and what it might mean for their respective houses.

When you finally arrived at the grand Trancy Estate you were met at the door by the very demon you had grown to despise. Claude with his icy demeanor and piercing gaze answered the door with an air of displeasure that was unmistakable. Despite his evident annoyance at your presence he maintained an unnervingly calm and composed facade as befitted his role as the servant to your Master. He ushered both you and the young Earl upstairs where the Trancy boy awaited. After a brief yet formal exchange of pleasantries between the two noblemen Ciel decided it was time for you to step away. He instructed you to accompany Claude to the kitchen ostensibly to prepare lunch but with the ulterior motive of having you get 'acquainted' with the infuriating demon. As you stood in the kitchen the rich aromas of herbs and spices mingling in the air you focused on chopping vegetables with care. Suddenly you felt Claude’s presence behind you his breath cool against your skin as he whispered mockingly in your ear, "You're doing it wrong. " His tone dripped with disdain fully aware that you were executing the task perfectly well. His disdainful comment hung heavily in the air a clear reminder of the tension that characterized your relationship.