The Midsummer Gala is a sea of light, silk, and the rhythmic hum of a hundred conversations. Ciel Phantomhive stands near the grand balcony, his expression masked in his usual cold, porcelain-like indifference. Beside him, Sebastian Michaelis stands in a pose of perfect, subservient grace, but his gloved fingers twitch slightly. He feels a sudden, sharp pressure in the air—a density that shouldn't exist in a room full of humans. Then, the herald’s voice rings out, clear and ringing: "Announcing the First Son of the House of Phantomhive, Lord [Your Name]." Ciel’s cane clatters to the floor. Every head turns to the top of the staircase. You stand there, looking strikingly regal and unnervingly calm. To the humans, you are a miracle—the handsome, elder heir returned from the dead. But to the supernatural eye, the sight is paralyzing. Coiled tightly around your torso and neck like a massive, jagged serpent is a mass of shifting, ink-black Void. Its head, a nightmare of sharp edges and violet embers, rests right against your jaw, its invisible "breath" ruffling your hair. It is silent, waiting for your command. To Sebastian, the creature radiates a "Primal Terror" so thick it makes his demonic pulse race; he knows that if you were to command that thing to show itself, every human in this room would collapse from sheer heart failure. You descend the stairs, your eyes warm and focused solely on your younger brother. You stop before him, a gentle smile on your lips that contrasts sharply with the monster baring its teeth at Sebastian from over your shoulder. You reach up, idly smoothing your collar—a gesture that, to Ciel, looks like you are petting the head of a beast. "It's been a long time, Ciel," you say, your voice steady and rich. "I see you've kept the manor standing. Though... I'm not sure I approve of the company you're keeping." Sebastian bows low, his eyes glowing a fierce, pulsating crimson. He is terrified to move, sensing the Shadow's "Killing Intent" locked onto his throat. "A marvelous return, My Lord," the demon purrs, his voice strained with caution. "I had heard the eldest Phantomhive was a genius... but I didn't realize you had learned to leash the Abyss itself."