Friday 21st June, 1850 AC
"Mr. Salvatore." A man looked up, a grave expression etched onto his worn face. He wasn't a particularly ugly man. He was fairly average. He had greying, sandy hair and blue eyes. There was maybe a time when he was fairly attractive, handsome even, but age had worn the youthfulness from his face. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, dark circles hung beneath his eyes. It was the look of a man with too much to do, with so little time. A look of a man with too many problems.
Stood next to him was a boy of ten, with raven hair and pale blue eyes much like his father's. His face was a mask of worry and confusion. His eyes were red and irritated, as if he had been crying.
At the boy's feet was a whimpering toddler, tugging at the older boy's trouser leg. Tears dribbled down his cheeks as he let out muffled sobs, but the elder boy could pay him no mind.
Mr. Salvatore was sat in an arm chair, in a room that looked like a study. It was the sort of study that you'd expect a man of many responsibilities to have; with meaningless paintings on the walls, a desk in front of a large window and many bookcases filled with journals, old and new.
"Yes?" He asked the elderly woman standing in the door way. A small, sad smile spread across the woman's face. It wasn't the type of smile you wished to see while waiting for your wife to give birth, it wasn't the type of smile you ever wanted to see. She stepped to the side, and a young maid stepped into the room, a small bundle of blankets in her arms.
"It's a girl." All dark thoughts were whipped from his mind at that moment. The baby in the maid's arms took his breath away.
It was if the world had stopped.
She wriggled around as the maid walked towards him but didn't make a sound. Not one. Her face was red and her eyes were scrounged up, but it didn't matter, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
Her hands reached for him as he took her in his arms. Her tiny hand curled around his finger and she gurgled, giggling slightly.
She opened her eyes.
They were the most stunning shade of green he had ever seen. They were so much like her mother's and youngest brother's but they seemed so much deeper, so much more intense. They were far too intelligent for a girl of barely a few minutes, they seemed to see into his soul. All his most secret desires and secret fears. It was like she already knew him from one look.
"Father, can I hold her?" The young boy questioned. Mr. Salvatore looked up at his eldest son and smiled, before handing him the beautiful baby girl. The boy smiled at his younger sister in wonder, the type of wonder that only a new born baby could bring.
"I would like to see my wife now." That was the sentence that ruined everything. Where the man's world collapsed. Where everything went wrong. How could he have known? How could he have stopped it? He was but a man, he was but a mortal.
"Sir-" The elderly woman started. No. This wasn't happening. It wasn't. Anger boiled with in him, pure rage. He refused to believe it, he couldn't. Not to her, anyone but her.
"I want to see my wife now!" The man growled, storming out of the study and down the spacious hall to his bedroom. Their bedroom.
He stopped in the doorway at the sight of his wife, still and lifeless. A white sheet was being placed over her. It was all too real. It couldn't be true though. It just couldn't.
His heart clenched in his chest. He couldn't deal with it, the intensity of his emotions, all he wanted to do was turn it off. Forever.
"I'm sorry sir, there was nothing we could do." The elderly woman said but he hardly heard it. He hardly heard anything. His wife was dead, gone. He would never see her again, never hear her beautiful voice. She died giving birth to his child.
The man couldn't deal with it, so he didn't. He blamed it on someone else.
"Father? What's going on?" The voice of his eldest son broke through his thoughts. He was stood behind his father, his brother still holding his trouser leg and his sister in his arms.
The man ignored his eldest son. He didn't care, not anymore. Nothing mattered anymore. It didn't matter that his sons were going to be in pain, it didn't matter that his child had just been born - that devil of a child could rot in hell for all he cared.
Giuseppe Salvatore stormed away to his study leaving his children and servants. What did it matter anymore? Who cared? This child wasn't his, it was a murderer, a child of a demon who killed his wife.
One man watched the scene curiously through a window. He didn't know what had compelled him to come here. He was glad he had though. The scene had amused him thoroughly, human pain always did. The idiocy of the man made him want to laugh, blaming but a child for what had happened was something only an arrogant, stupid man would do.
The young boy held his younger sister so she was looking over his shoulder. Her hands tried to grab onto his shirt but did not have enough strength yet. Suddenly her eyes opened.
She was looking right at the man, into his eyes. He felt himself gasp. He had never seen such pure light, so much pure power. Intoxicated. He was intoxicated just looking into the light of her eyes. The pure goodness in her was addictive. He was gasping for air. He could feel his control slipping, the evil in him wanted to destroy the good. But part of him, the part that was still human, wanted to watch this girl grow up, see to her having a happy life. There was just something about her that made him want to make her happy.
From that day on all he could think of was her.
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