The fabric of night had spread after the sun bid farewell to his little moon and went to sleep. It had been a night unlike any other for a person hastened his footsteps in the stormy weather and walked with a limp in his leg.
A pure snow bundle that he had stolen from the hospital now laid somewhat dirty in his hold as frosty rain continued to drizzle mercilessly upon the earth. Vengeance, Hatred, and a blood oath were in the process of being delivered in the world of Mafia.
The man finally saw an underground basement and entered it but not without thinking twice and hesitating, for the insides were littered with weapons of all kinds yet greed triumphed over fear as the man in an assembly of eight people that resembled demons entered and presented the stolen treasure.
"Sir, I have done as your command." Although the orders were followed,the underworld always worked on the principles of proofs, thus a document containing a maternity report that was released an hour ago was shown.
A woman just an hour ago had delivered a girl child, and the same baby was stolen and brought here.
It was indeed the baby daughter of the youngest son of Sylvesters.
Their most precious jewel.
Their pride and honor.
Their hopes and love.
When the greatest monster of them all raised his head, the man shuddered before the dirty towel with a living being inside was kept on the sleek desk infront of him.
Mikhail Villar with his ink obsidian eyes was even more of a devil than one could imagine, handsome to the extent of charming his enemy and brutal to the extremes of not fearing even the heavens.
He took hold of the baby and the others sitting just waited for him to twist that small neck and end the revenge yet for a moment nothing happened and there was a stunned silence for the white fabric in which the creature was wrapped was soaking wet, the storms have not shown the youngling any kindness.
Mikhail unflurried the towel to reveal a small bluish body that even the other members of the clan had once had a look at and then did not wish to continue watching.
Never in their entire regimes have they done a thing so heinous to kill a newborn yet their clan was brimming with wrath and fury thus they hardened their hearts and watched as Mikhail's face distorted.
The baby might have died in the cold rain of being suffocated.
Such a miserable death.
But wasn't it the god's mercy if he even exists? That the monster who was of course going to hell now did not have to endure one more of hell's punishment?
No
Warm palms felt the cold chest of the newborn and rubbed the skin above the heart furiously to see a single sign of life. His mouth opened and then provided air to the soul that might have already passed to heaven.
Looking at their Boss trying such futile measures, the members surrounding maintained silence for who wished to confront the insane monster that the one he was trying to bring back to life for the killing was already killed.
Wasn't this what they all desired?
"Brother, I believe its already dead-" Even before that was completely uttered, Mikhail's thunderous irises clashed with his younger brother's, and Orlando shut his mouth.
Moments passed and soon a faint cry was heard making others astonished but Mikhail smiled yet it was a smile so disturbing that it resembled a ghoul. They did not spared his kin so why should he forgive and let go of theirs?
Justice...he would seek his own justice.
Muscular fingers wrapped around the nape of the neck that was even softer than a cloud, the skin being so fragile that even his touching the baby left prints on the tiny body. It was truly heartbreaking when the blueish face that was now turning a little hued pink with life was held with so much cruelty and at that instant for the first time the hand that belonged to the devil trembled.
The crying of the small baby echoed as after struggling between life and death she woke up from her slumber and looked at the man who was ready to take her life. Sparkling azures purer than a mirror lake clashed with obsidian.
At that moment a miracle happened.
Pearl-like tears droplets tumbled down her pink cheeks before the baby twinkled her dewed lashes unknowingly, her eyes accidentally falling upon the rough arm and watching the black painting on Mikhail's hand and the unknown drawing was such a joyful mystery for her that she laughed like jingling bells with her hands trying to move a little.
And just like that even the demon was enchanted. Everyone watched Mikhail with wide eyes as he took off his jacket and wrapped the baby in it.
"Rue...she will be named Rue."
The one who is like the moon.
Gentle and pure, just like a flower that dances in the serene cool breeze and blows away with wind.
She was an angel that came down to the world filled with beasts.
Taking away his kin will be now answered by making her his kin.
Rue looked dazzled by the chain dangling in Mikhail's neck for one moment followed by being captivated by his hair that glimmered like honey another.
Laughter, when bestowed upon the mafia man sitting was without a single tooth making Mikhsil's heart swell with something unknown and then after laughing for some seconds she in a sleeping daze again close her eyes, this time sinking away in dreams.
She was the most beautiful human hr has ever seen.
"Your liege, we must take revenge...they killed your son."
"Master must spare this baby but we cannot spare the Sylvesters." Mikhail listened and again regained his senses that were lost in the innocent smiles of Rue.
Seconds passed.
"She was my way to extract the revenge now, she shall be my way to extract revenge in the future, they killed my younger son and forgot that I have an older one."
"She shall become my daughter-in-law, the one who will be wedded to Kharsan, their daughter will live in the enemy's lair, loving the enemy and working for them against her own blood. It has just begun for them.
Rue now belongs to us, the Villars"