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Little Emma didn't hear her though she was in shock, but not because she regretted or because she was disturbed by it. No she was shock with how she felt joy, excited, delighted, pleased, glad, cheery, carefree, content, lighthearted and just so 'free.' So... Alive!

Of course she didn't know like half of the emotions she was feeling at the time.

A hand on her shoulder cuased her to jump, eyes wild as she spun around. The metal bar still tightly held in her hand as Emma gazes at the women before her. The first thing she noticed was the women snake yellow eyes, glowing brightly.

The second thing she noticed was the flaming red hair. Emma swallowed as those yellow eyes pinned her were she stood with the intensity in them. "Ya sure did good on that one hm?" The women smirked amusingly.

'This one has potential. Maybe just maybe, I've finally found the daughter the boss's been lookin for.' Sasha mused as she looked the girl over. The blonde looked about ready to strike at her to. The metal bar slightly brought up, muscles tense, eyes trained on her every move. Yes. She's the one.

"Relax girl!" Sasha grinned. "I'm just excited ta see I've found a tiny killer."

Sasha's grin widened. "Ya wanna come with me before the cops show up? Some teens jus saw the body, us along with it"

Emma started to really panic then. Sasha rolled her yellow eyes.

With a sigh Sasha teleported them back to one of her hideouts. An apartment. Emma was having trouble breathing. 'What the hell!?' Emma thought as she tried to breath easier and calmly. Once she has Emma Stared openly at the women with confusion.

"How'd you do that!?" She demanded of her in not fear but fascination and wonder. "Who are you!? What 'are' you!?"

The women laughs and shook her head. "My name is Sasha and I'm a demon kid. What i did was teleport us." Emma blinked.

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Emma was now 15 years old and as happy as can be. Sasha after having explained the supernatural world to her had taken her under her wing and taught her which way on how to kill a person before sending her off the head mafia boss and his wife. Who are now know as her parents. That'd been a year ago.

Though at first Emma really wanted nothing to do with them at first. Why would she? But after spending time them and both their study Emma began to like, admire, and love them as they grew to be parental figures and eventual parents.

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"Emma! The boss wants ya!" Reached the ears of 15 year old Emma from we're she was working on forging a sword. In an instant Emma was outside her workplace and running to her poppa's office.

'I wonder what he wants this time?' Emma wonders just as she entered the office.

"Ah! My cub!" Roman smiled beckoning her closer. Closing the door Emma walked into open arms. Her poppa hugged her tightly.

"We-meaning your mother and I-have great news for you." Roman said, grinning widely. "Today's the day! The day has finally come." Emma's eyes widen as a large smile spread across her face.

"You mean...? I'm finally gonna be your daughter in name and blood?" Emma searched his face then her mommas for any disception. Not that they had any reason to lie. Seeing none Emma laughed giving her father tightly gripped hug.

Roman chuckled. "Yes my cub. Go prepare yourself the ceromony will be in only half hour."

Emma spluttered, detaching herself from her father and stared at him with wide eyes. Roman smirked, mirth in his eyes.

"Now darling, remember you are a prince and on day you will be king." Her mother Kaysha, soothed, patting her head as she rubbed her shoulder.
"Now pup dress to impress, intimidate, and showcase your higher status. After the ceromony you may go out and celebrate however you may wish."

Emma snorted but hugged her mother just tightly as she did her father, before leaving to prepare and dress for the ceromony that would officialy make her a daughter. To finally have family.

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