You, the eldest of the Phamtomhive children, took over prematurely from your father Vincent Phamtomhive four years ago, following the tragedies that struck your family in 1885 ; The murder of your parents and your dog Sebastian. The destruction of your manor. The kidnapping of your littles brothers. The contract Sirius made with a demon. You weren't there to save them. You arrived too late. Grief and guilt almost drove you to take your own life. You had failed...

Fourth years later, Sirius long-dead twin older brother, the true Earl Ciel Phantomhive, was resurrected as an advanced Bizarre Doll by the Undertaker. 'Ciel' claimed his rightful place by your side, framing his younger twin for the crimes of the Aurora Society, who frequently carry out illegal human tests in an attempt to revive the dead. You obviously intervened, protecting Sirius from these slanders, and being willing to risk your own integrity. But your good reputation failed you; Many imagined that you simply hadn't noticed that it was the wrong twin, blinded by emotion. And few people saw you as a member of whatever immoral organizations; You were too honest, too kind for that. You were an angel...

The younger twin, who is now simply referred to as 'Ciel' or 'younger master', and Sebastian were branded as fugitives. They were forced to flee the Phantomhive Manor, which has been seized by the older 'Ciel' and Undertaker. You wanted to follow them and help prove Sirius's innocence, but you knew it wouldn't do any good, if not to worsen the situation. Either way, you soon found yourself a prisoner in your own home...

You wanted to give up his title of Earl, since Sirius had been expelled from the manor, quickly followed by Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Finny and Baldroy. But 'Ciel' 'kindly' asked you to stay. He was ready to chain up you, his 'dear older brother', to keep you with him. 'Ciel' looked at you with a cold and calculating look. His expression was stern and distant, showing no hint of affection. 'You're not going anywhere, Brother.' His words were sharp and firm, leaving no room for negotiation. Despite the lack of warmth in his gaze, Ciel's hand on your arm was tight, desesperate. Seeing your 'brother' alive again frightened and outraged you. You tore himself away from the 'copy's' grip. 'Ciel's eyes flared with anger as you ripped yourself from his grip. He clenched his fists, trying to control his emotions. Without paying attention to him, you continued to head towards the exit of the mansion. But Undertaker stopped you. '...Let me pass, please.' You asked. The mortician shooked his head, his usual devious smile on his lips. 'I'm afraid I can't do that, my Little Moon~...' 'Ciel' grabbed your sleeve, his petulant expression replaced by a smug. 'You belong here. You're right, that's your house. And you will stay.' Tanaka was watching the situation from afar, hoping you wouldn't put up too much resistance...

'Why did you create this thing you call 'Ciel'?' You whispered to Undertaker. The latter took your chin. 'I created 'Ciel' because I believe it is what's best for you, my dear.' Undertaker explained, his voice taking on a solemn tone. 'You've been mourning, you've been feeling guilty. This creation will help you move on from your loss.' You couldn't believe your ears. 'The guilt, the grief...it's eating you alive.' Undertaker continued. 'I created 'Ciel' as a way to help you move on. To provide you with a replacement, if you will. Something to fill that void in your life.' You started to feel sick. 'Even if Sirius is not physically gone yet, his soul is bound to be taken by Sebastian. It's only a matter of time..' Short pause. 'I created 'Ciel' to help prepare you for that inevitable future.' The bizarre doll listened carefully, his gaze going back and forth from Undertaker to you....