Adela Phantomhive has lost everything, her mother, father, older brother, even her two pet dogs, all because of the mafia in London. They wanted the wealthy family's money. The money that had been accumulating since the beginning of the Phantomhive toy company which became the biggest known toy company around the world, thanks to her grandfather Ciel Phantomhive. The mafia saw the family as an easy target.
One stormy evening the family was in the parlor, Maria, Adela's mother was holding the little girl in her arms as her father and older brother played with the dogs on the floor. All seemed calm, until a crash was heard through the manor. Men broke down the door, and multiple windows. Suddenly men were flowing through the open door and windows. They found the family and surrounded them, Vincent, Adela's father stood up with his family behind him, protecting them as best he could. The men yelled at him, telling him to open the vault where his money was. Vincent refused, and without hesitation a men walked in front of the group and shot him through the heart. His eyes turned glassy as he fell to his knees. A drop of blood fell from the corner of his mouth. He uttered a single phrase before collapsing on the floor "I summon you to protect the Phantomhive family once again".
Maria grabbed the little boys hand and held the smaller girl in her arms before running out of the room in to the mass of confusing corridors. She ran with the group of men following her until she hit the children's room. She pushed the little boy into the room and handed him his little sister. She slammed the door shut, making sure the children were safe. The boy with tears rolling down his face, and a runny nose cried as he heard gun shots and what sounded like a thud. He might have been young but he knew what that thud was. He sat his sister down in her crib and stood guard. He knew he needed to protect her. What he didn't know was his impending doom. As soon as the door was closed, it was busted open by the men. They rushed in and surrounded the children, laughing as the little boy tried to act tough and intimidating. It didn't work, the men took out their guns and all shot him at once. The child's body was riddled with bullets.
All that was left was the little girl sitting in her crib crying as she watched her whole family be slaughtered. The men looked at her smiling, and laughing, knowing that they just had one more to deal with and then they could go back and get paid. But before they advanced onto the child a flash of black went past the crib and around the men. One by one the men fell to their knees, dying. The thing that killed them was either a silver fork or knife to the head. They kept dying until one was left. The shaking man looked around; the gun in his hand fell to the floor when he saw a dark shadow coming closer to him. "w-who are y-you?" The man stuttered as he walked back until he hit a wall. A calm, velvety voice came from the shadow uttering a soft answer to the man "I'm simply one hell of a butler". The shadow quickly advances on the man. Not even a scream was heard from the man. The only noise heard was a cry child sitting in her crib.