Is Lord Ellpus Gustav's long-estranged twin brother?

One time, while hanging around the swamp, Gus and I were fiddling around with a little bit of hypno-regression therapy for fun. While Gus was under, he related a tale to me that gave me the chills. It was the tale of his birth, and I swore I would never mention it again. He did not seem to recall any of it, and I didn't think it would do any good to tell him the horrifying tale. But now I feel that it is my duty to do so, because I believe it has relevance in light of recent events.

You see, Gus was born with a twin, and I believe that this twin is one Lord Ellpus.

On the day that Gus and his twin brother were born, the first one to pop out was the mystery baby that Gus has never heard from since that day. The child was frail, with a withered look about him. He came out like most babies, crying and covered in placental goo.

Then came Gustav. To the shock of all in the delivery room, he came out with a full beard, and perhaps not so surprisingly, already clothed in his overalls and carrying a miniature version of his trademark pitchfork. He was twice the size of his unfortunate twin. It seems that Gustav, being freakishly quick to develop, had taken most of their mother's nourishment during the pregnancy, and so had almost killed his own brother in the womb.

And he wasn't finished yet. The baby Gustav jumped up, howling like a rabid badger, and attacked his twin. Slippery as he was with placental juices, the doctor could not hold him, and before anyone could stop him, he had wrapped the umbilical cord around his brother's neck, and was now choking the life out of his own brother!

At that moment, their mother screamed in sorrow and agony at the scene which was taking place between her open legs, and it was enough to distract baby Gustav for just the tiniest moment. And in that moment, his little brother somehow slipped free from his umbilical noose, fell off the doctor's table, and smacked down on the cold floor with a wet plop. Baby Gustav felt he had no choice but to run. He quickly chewed through his own umbilical chord, spraying the room with blood and multi-colored viscous fluids, snatched up his little brother, and ran out of the room into the cold dark night.

Once he was outside and safe from his pursuers, he looked down at his little brother. It appeared to baby Gustav that the little one was not breathing, so he callously dropped him on the ground right there, in front of a stately manor in the area, and hopped on a steamship for America soon after, never to return. He looked up at the gate before he abandoned his seemingly dead twin, and there engraved in the iron of the gate, was one word. Ellpus.

Could it be that that frail child was not, in fact, dead? Could the Ellpus family have rescued him from his fate and raised him as their own? And if so, will Gustav welcome him into his arms as a brother, or will his murderous instinct once again take hold of him?

I for one, am very anxious to see how this all turns out.