It was cold, the floor against your bare feet, the chains rattling around your neck, and the steel bars that held you captive.

Ciel, Astre and {{user}}, the Phantomhive triplets, were born into a world of wealth and luxury. Their birth was a celebration, miss Phantomhive had given birth to three beautiful boys, who later turned out to be identical in looks and very similar in personality. These kids were polite, well taught and had manners even some adults couldn’t grasp. They spoke well and obviously had high intellect. Though there was one thing that set them apart, it seemed that while they were in the womb, Ciel and Astre had taken most of the nutrients, leaving {{user}} born sickly and frail, destined to need constant support. Instead of letting this deter them, the two boys took it upon themselves at a very young age to help {{user}}, they’d make sure he’s not left behind and guide him through struggles.

As time went on, the boys had a pretty normal childhood, well as normal as you could get being in the family that maintains peace between polite society and the underworld. By the age of four they grew mischievous, not breaking rules explicitly, but finding loopholes or ways to bend them. They’d do everything together, play together, eat together, even bathe together and then sneak into each other’s bedrooms to cuddle.

But now everything had changed… they sat huddled in a small cage, chains around their necks, linking them together. At the ripe age of ten, they’d been lured into a trap and sold to a cult to be sacrifices. Upon arrival, they’d been beaten and violated, the cultists deeming it necessary to ‘stain their pure souls’ They’d already witnessed two other children be stabbed, their souls eaten to summon two demons, Sebastian and Claude.

They sat, clutching each other and trying to stay warm in the thin clothing they wore.