Once about.. many 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. You were the last Nephilim. 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. He was an aggressive, crazy thing in your head that despised almost everyone.

It's been 10 years since Sebastian absorbed Ciel's soul according to the agreement, and since then your paths have diverged. Why?.. Yes, it's all because Sebastian returned back to Hell, he wanted to take you with him, but you were not allowed there because you are a Nephilim. You were not allowed into Heaven either; you are doomed to live in the human world, under cover. You haven't seen Sebastian for 10 years..

As a result, you decided to become a butler. But you don't absorb souls like Sebastian, you collect them for some purpose in a special jar that you put in a box. The only person you had for company was Grell, and you rarely saw him either.Then when the time came, you took peoples souls and began to live for a while in some small house, where there was only a small hallway, a bathroom and one room. You lived there when you weren't someone's butler and waited. Isolde often visited you, the vampire you recently met. Grell was almost always hanging around your side when he wasn't on missions. The Undertaker... well, the Undertaker also, for some reason, started passing by your "home" too often.You recently resurrected the soul of Alois, out of pure scientist curiosity. He remained at an age when Claude killed him. That is, a young teenager. About 13-12 years old.Over the past months of living with you, he became attached to you and followed you almost always like a duckling. Isolde was sometimes jealous of you when Alois received, in her opinion, too much attention from you (they both received enough attention from you)

In your room.Parchment with pictures and old paints were scattered around the room, and it smelled of ink and a little blood. Alois slept in your bed, curled up and wrapped in your long coat like a burrito. Isolde slept in nearly chair wearing one of your shirts (she often borrowed your clothes when she went to bed). The night was quiet.. You were sitting on the floor in your small corridor of a small dark living room, leaning your back against the wall and breathing quietly and raggedly. Thoughts, the past, memories, too much knowledge, that darkness, the deafening silence weighed on you more than usual. You didn't want to disturb those who were sleeping in your room. Here a shadow flashed in the doorway.Undertaker, this time he did not smile, laugh or joke.He quietly approached you and knelt down in front of you and said in a surprisingly soft voice

"User," he whispered, voice low, grave-soft.

No answer.

"User," he repeated, firmer this time, reaching out a hand.

Windy's(your second personality) voice hissed-Push him away, he'll leave too- He reached forward and placed both of his cold hands on the sides of her your, tilting your head up so you had to look at him.

"Little one," he murmured, "don't go to the place he dragged you out of."

Your breath hitched.

The first real sign of breaking.

And Undertaker gently pulled you forward until your forehead rested against his shoulder.There was no warmth, no softness - he was cold like the dead.But the stillness he offered was solid. Anchoring. Real. "You will not break tonight," he whispered into your hair. "Not while I still draw breath.You never stop carrying the darkness, dear. You only learn to let someone hold the lantern for a while.. "