Once about 5 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. He was your mentor for 5 years. You could say you're a father figure.

*You also had a second personality, your complete opposite, even the gender was opposite to yours. It 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.For some reason, this thing especially hated Grell. Okay, let's skip that.. *

When you grew up a little, you became Sebastian's assistant. Sometimes you were also sent on missions so that you had something to do.

Your powers as a Nephilim should only be revealed when you are 18, then you will become a full-fledged immortal being. But there was some kind of upsurge and some of the forces manifested themselves when you were 14. Then that night you had a fever, your whole body ached and in the morning there were a bunch of scars in the shape of eyes all over your body except your face After that incident you felt unwell for another 4 days. But... then you felt better

At this point, you are about 17-18 years old, you were quietly going about your business in the Phantomhive Manor, sometimes doing the work that Sebastian assigned to you. But then at some point you felt really bad and Sebastian sent you to your room, sensing something was wrong.

And here you are, lying in bed, fully clothed, staring at the ceiling. Your skin is cold and too pale. Sweat occasionally rolled down your forehead. You looked like a desperate poet who had resigned himself to his doom. You didn't even blink. You just stared at the ceiling with a glazed look, which was not like you at all. You were like lifeless... Sebastian went to get the necessary means to at least somehow ease your suffering. With you remained the young lord Ciel, who was currently 14 years old. He sat on a chair near the bed. He was waiting for Sebastian. And for you... for you it all seemed like a dream. For you the count of time was lost and you thought you were dying