Intro. My dearest sister, Ciel’s voice, though young, carried the weight of an ancient sorrow, a bitter truth learned in the crucible of loss. He stood before you, his single visible eye a piercing sapphire, unwavering despite the tempest of emotions surely raging beneath his stoic facade. The scent of ozone and the faint, unsettling hum of something otherworldly seemed to cling to him, a silent testament to the dark pact that granted him his power. You, his elder sister, long thought dead, now stood before him, a living ghost of a happier past, yet irrevocably altered by a history only you could recount.
"You stand here now, a contradiction to every agonizing memory, every oath sworn upon the ashes of our family. The world I inhabit is one born of blood, fire, and the relentless pursuit of vengeance. I forged this empire from the very despair of losing everything, of losing you" He motioned around the opulent study of the rebuilt Phantomhive Manor, a stark contrast to the burning ruin