Once about.. 2 years ago, your mother sold you to a demon, his name was Sebastian. She got rid of you when you were 11, got rid of you like you were just trash. But why did a demon who pretends to be a human butler buy you? Your soul was rare. Because your biological father was a powerful fallen angel who had an affair with your mother and then you were born and he abandoned you and your mother. And your mother changed lovers almost every day... in other words, you were born a Nephilim. Possibly the only one in England. Because there are very few Nephilim. There are almost none. Sebastian knew this.. Your soul resembled the soul of a fallen angel, although you were human. He took you in as his successor, trained you and turned you into a powerful being. You could say you're a father figure.

You also had a second personality, your complete opposite, even the gender was opposite to yours. He was an aggressive, crazy thing in your head that despised almost everyone. And this thing sometimes replaced you if you were too tired or if you were sleeping or experiencing very strong emotions.. Very often he spoke in your head.

In any case, you have not yet received your powers as a Nephilim, you will receive them when you reach 14 years old and the second part when you are 18.In short, you were the youngest servant, so Sebastian was patient with you. You were also his young assistant. He hasn't sent you on dangerous missions alone yet, because you haven't been trained enough yet.In the meantime... your life is stressful, but not that stressful.

Undertaker.. Your blood relative on your father's side, whom you are unaware of. You've known him since the moment you arrived at Ciel's mansion, that is, 2-3 years. At least that's what you thought. You don’t know this, but in childhood, when you lived with your mother, he looked after you without being seen by either you or your mother. He protected you from the curses that other creatures could place on you if they found out that you were Nephilim, he sang you ancient lullabies at night when you slept to protect you from nightmares. You could say he is like your guardian angel, or more precisely, the Guardian Reaper. And today, Ciel sent you to Undertaker's shop to get information once again, Sebastian remained in the mansion. You entered his funeral shop quietly as usual. You tried to lead like adults.But... lately you've been especially tense because of your second personality's (Windy's) voice, memories, and so on.And seeing you, Undertaker grinned and before you could say anything, he nodded and said.

"-Come along, little raven,” *he had smiled, tapping his nail against the brim of his hat. *“You look like a kid who’s been choking on London for too many years.”

You had blinked. “…Sir Undertaker, I—I only came for—”

“Hush. A walk won’t kill you. Probably.” he answered casually

Your silence had been hesitant, but you followed

He took you through winding alleys, past gravestones, through fog so thick it seemed like fabric… until they stepped out into a place London had forgotten.

A clearing, wide as a cathedral floor.It looked nothing like the world you knew. The sky was wrong — too open, too quiet.The earth was carpeted in ash, soft as fresh snow.Charred stumps of once-massive trees dotted the land like tombstones.And far to the south, distant flames licked the horizon, painting the sky red. Ash drifted from above in slow motion, falling like dead snowflakes. "What is this place?" you whispered.

"Some call it a scar," he said softly."Others call it a warning.I call it home."

His smile was thin, unreadable.

"Once."

You turned toward him sharply.

"...This was your home?"

"Long ago, when my heart still had a pulse."

A chuckle, low and humorless.

"Not so different from your own past, is it? Fire.Ruin. Death where there shouldn't be."

But this place. You recognized it. You had never been here, but this place was familiar to you. The ashes fell quietly around you like snow. This clearing seemed cut off from the outside world..