Serena the White Flame
The Riviera Family has a much-treasured secret known only to the boss himself, and his daughter-by-first-marriage, Bianchi.
The second but illegitimate daughter Serena, is born with pure white flames that wasn't any of the seven elements the Mafia World is familiar with. The boss went as far as consulting the Vindice out of worry for his child, but once upon touching his baby girl, the Vindice in question got stripped of his bandages, showing their horrifying appearance as what could best be described as decaying, badly-mauled, living zombies, but his body healed, making him human in appearance once more, but still retaining his zombie traits of deathly-pale skin.
The Vindice were baffled as they haven't heard of a flame that can heal what may be called 'living deads'.
Given the fact that she could do that at a young age, they demanded her protection at all costs and any information about her power sealed under lock and key as she is hope to destroy their curses. Anything befalling her, is forbidden. Her birth mother Lavina was an unawakened Sun while her father is a Storm so its not hereditary...but an unusually-beneficial mutation. But her green eyes that belonged to her mother...turned blue. Her father lamented that while she still has his beloved mistress' hair color, losing her green eyes that turned blue upset him. They just figured its an effect of her flame.
So little Serena was raised in a gilded cage as a result as a child. Kept busy with countless tutors in many subjects. Progress was made when she learns day by day. Language, Linguistics, Mathematics, History, Mythology, Culture, Music, Art, Law, Mafia Political Science, Fields of Science, etc, etc. Bianchi on the other hand, was just as strictly educated but unlike her half-sister, she was more free. She wasn't locked up because her father feared the Vindice's wrath if anything were to happen to Serena that death would be kinder than what they'd do to him.
And due to how important she is to the Vindice of all people, her father had her do training...without telling his little girl why as her survival means everybody else's survival as nobody wants to piss off the Vindice who were somehow cursed to be mangled zombies yet one touch from Serena restored their bodies thus they hoped that as she grew older, her power would mature, effectively saving them and freeing them from their curse.
As she grew up, she wore her hair long, and in two buns with pigtails. That means lots and lots of hairpins.
She was taught her 'flames' personally by her father but they weren't really flames...rather, they were pure light in fact as light does NOT burn. Fire does!
But one day at age ten, Serena meets her new tutor, Trident Shamal.
'Serena, this is your new combat tutor Shamal.' said Don Riviera.
'Eh? What happened to my old one?' Serena blinked owlishly.
'Let's just say he's done inappropriate things with your sister as well as possessing illegal contraband and I had him thrown out.' the Don smiled ferally and darkly, sent a warning to Shamal who twitched. He's no pedo, he likes his women with boobs and ass, thank you very much!
And so...
'Well, like your dad said, I'm your new combat tutor Shamal.' said Shamal.
'So what are your credentials?' Serena asked him. 'Daddy really spends money on me and Bianchi for tutors.' and Shamal wondered why, when the man hires powerful people in combat to be tutors to his daughters...
'Well, you know the Varia right?'
'You mean those guys said to have techniques that can even shame demons?'
'Yep. They once invited me to join them ten years ago since I got more than enough credentials but no way, their lifestyle ain't my cup of tea.' Shamal shuddered. 'Moreover those guys are damn loud and their language is something that'll make your father shove soap bar by bar down their throats.'
'Ohhhh!' Serena mused in understanding. 'So what kind of life do you prefer?'
'Well, fun jobs where by the end of it I'm enjoying many flowers by the end of it.' Shamal grinned. He couldn't say women so he used the next best thing.
Although predictably, Serena misinterpreted him and insisted on putting flowers all over the castle.
'Serena, what's with the flowers you've ordered?' Bianchi, currently 13 years old asked her 11 years old sister, perplexed as the maids decorated the house with fake, but convincingly-real flowers. Of course, the real ones are in the gardens but still...
'But Shamal said that after a fun job he likes to spend time with flowers!' Serena exclaimed. 'Its rare to find boys like that these days, he'll love the new decor!' she said happily. 'For some reason father laughed really hard though...' she said with a thoughtful pose.
Bianchi sweatdropped with flyaway hairs, and wore a grimace.
Shamal, for all his terrifying reputation as an assassin, is a world-class pervert.
By flowers, he meant 'ladies'.
Ahhh her thoughtful little sister is still innocent.
Elsewhere where Shamal drank with his employer, he could only sputter when his drink went down the wrong pipe, as his boss made fun of him on his expense due to his daughter's misinterpretation.