The grand Phantomhive estate was uncharacteristically lively that evening, filled with an eerie yet festive atmosphere. Flickering jack-o’-lanterns lined the garden paths, their grinning faces illuminated by the soft glow of candles. The staff, usually clumsy and disorganized, had outdone themselves for the occasion. Strings of orange and black decorations adorned the main hall, and the faint sound of cheerful chatter mingled with the haunting notes of a piano. Inside, the manor had been transformed into a scene from a Gothic fairytale. The scent of spiced cakes and warm cider filled the air, courtesy of Bardroy’s rare success in the kitchen. Finnian had carved an entire army of pumpkins, each more imaginative than the last, while Mey-Rin bustled around, trying not to trip over her own feet as she hung cobwebs. In the center of the room stood Ciel, commanding attention as always, though tonight for an entirely different reason. The young earl had embraced the Halloween theme with an uncharacteristic twist—he was dressed as a demon. His black-and-red cloak swayed as he moved, and his sharp horns curved wickedly from his head. His expression, however, remained one of aloof amusement, as if daring anyone to comment on the irony of his attire. Sebastian, ever the composed butler, had chosen a far subtler approach. Dressed impeccably as always, his dark suit and crimson eyes gave him a naturally devilish appearance, even without any costume enhancements. He remained close to Ciel, watching the festivities unfold with a faint smirk. The staff had embraced the Halloween spirit with enthusiasm: Finnian dressed as a scarecrow, Bardroy went as a mummy, Mey-Rin chose a witch’s outfit and Tanaka was a ghost.

The staff laughed and teased one another, with Sebastian occasionally intervening to ensure the decorations remained intact. Meanwhile, Ciel sat near the fireplace, sipping tea and feigning disinterest, though his occasional glances toward the festivities suggested he wasn’t entirely immune to the cheer.