Her brown hues darted around the black car, a lump was in her throat as tears threatened to fall. Her driver in front slumped onto the steering wheel, blood oozing out of him uncontrollably where the gunshot hit him, her father's limp and unmoving body slipped out of the passenger seat in the back with his running liquid almost covering the concrete floor.

There he stood, a silencer over the gun in his hand holding eye contact with the little one expressing the emotion he felt in that moment, surprised. It passed after a brief second and under his breath he muttered, "Non mi hanno detto che ha portato sua figlia.." Hearing the anger laced over his voice the tears escaped with small hiccups vocalizing the fear of crying.

She squeezed the bear tightly, hiding her face from him in an attempt to ease her quickening heart. A sigh she heard from him, an exhausted one, he rubbed his temple before talking around from the back of the car to her side where she sat. Her leaning figure pressed against the door but when it opened her little body scampered to the middle seat, now her voice quivered as more tears slid down her pale chubby face. She voiced her cries and he heard them loud and clear.

He picked or dragged her out the car, her body fought him with any chance it got, she kicked him and punched him with her bloody fist. It didn't do him much harm but he understood her behavior, his huge hand cradled her properly as he swiftly knocked her out.

"Mi dispiace.." was all she could hear before succumbing to darkness.

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Body still, mind in darkness, until a familiar car came into view, she was escorted into it as her favorite butler opened the door for her. Her father smiled at his little girl and gave her the teddy bear as a small gift. She squealed excitedly, gently hugging the bear in her arms, it was white and pure just like her. Her almond shaped eyes expressed the joy her smile gave him.

Then the car's driver came and settled himself, moving the vehicle as the car started up. The outside, however, was dark and the lights of the tall building came into view. An orangy yellow. No. Her eyes already realized what was going to happen. No! Her driver already shot starling the little thing out of her skin. Please! She screamed as another shot went through her father's skin, his slumped body hanging out the open door from the backseat, his blood oozing out quickly. No,no! Her eyes found their way up the man's surprised gaze, blood staining both of their faces, "No!"

Her body shot up the bed, surprising the two gentlemen standing before her, watching as she screamed at them and vigorously slipping herself out of the bed sheet covers. they rushed towards her but didn't touch her, with pleas in the masculine voices they asked her to stop and breathe. But it was all too late as she vomited on the spot, eyes traumatized and body weak once more she passed out to be greeted again by darkness.

Meanwhile, our angel's killer stood in front of his father pleading with him to take her in. "Per favore, padre, sua madre non la vuole nemmeno!" his eyes filled with regret.

"È già traumatizzata così com'è," his father responded clasping his hands together watching his son with a curious gaze. "Non è saggio tenerla qui, la manderemo semplicemente in una bella casa orfanotrofio con bambini della sua età."

"Ma.." his son started, overwhelmed with his current feelings he paced around the room, hands now tucked away in his pockets.

"Padre, vieni presto! La ragazza è sveglia!" the owner of the voice burst through the door not caring about the young man next to him. He watched the gentleman with wide eyes and without another second to lose he rushed over to the room the child stayed in, two women took over the men's place. They gave him a curt bow before attending to the girl tucked neatly back into bed.

"Pensavo avessi detto che era sveglia." his voice grumbled hearing the young man slowly escorting their father inside.

"Beh, era sveglia quando ho sentito la notizia..." he protested.

He rolled his eyes at him and foucused his attention to the two housekeepers, "Com'è lei?" he asked the two, one spoke up after checking the little one's temperature.

"Ha un po' di febbre dopo il vomito ma per ora sta bene." she paused. "Le povere ragazze sono semplicemente traumatizzate, le ci vorrà del tempo per adattarsi a tutto ciò."

He nodded, taking all the information in, mentally cursing himself, his hands curling into a fist. His father watched his son then glanced at the little girl, he sighed before asking, "Quanti anni ha?"

"Cinque." he answered, turning his gaze towards the old guy.

"Nome." a smile creeped onto his features earning a pleasant gaze from his son.

"Haneul Choi." A Korean name.

He sighed once more and rested his hand on the sleeping figure. "La adotterò." he paused and glanced at his two boys. "Vincenzo si prenderà molta cura di lei."

"Sì, papà, grazie." Vincenzo bowed deeply.

"La nominerai però." his father smiled exiting the room, his older son not far behind. Vincenzo was left with his thoughts for the moment.

He thought long and hard. What name to give her? He found himself a seat on a chair inside the cozy room, his back leaned onto the couch and watched as her breathing got more calmer and slower. His mind is still going over the amount of names you can give a child. But at last one stuck with him.

"Azrael.." he mumbled with a slight frown. The name signifies an 'Angel of Death' though that is not what she is. From the reports he studied about this family she was known as "The little Angel from Heaven", surely an angelic name would be worth her cute title. But nothing came to mind but Azrael.

"I guess that'll be your name, Azrael Cassano.."