The sky thundered, The wind howled, The rain pelted down, Foretelling an impending doom. The little girl was not used to the feeling of fear. But at that moment, she knew, she was terrified. The boy looked at her as though she was a nasty bug he wanted squished. His eyes turned hateful when he looked at her father. She didn't like the dark glint in his eyes, she decided, not at all. He wore a royal-blue polo shirt and black jeans with hands behind his back - he had an air of supremacy which made him look like royalty despite his tender age. She knew who he was - everyone knew who he was but they never had been once introduced formally. "Aren't you an adorable little lady" Don Moretti bent forward and ruffled her hair. He then looked at his grandson, "Nipote" He called. Like a trained soldier, the boy stepped forward in a collected manner and stretched out his right hand. "Valente. Valente Enzo Moretti." His voice smooth and velvety; it was deeper than other boys of his age who had high-pitched tone and Sera decided she liked his voice. "Can I call you Enzo?" She asked politely with an air of innocence and her hand still on his while the elders watched them with an intrigued fashion. Their curiosity was apparent. Nobody called him Enzo. No one dared called him by his name. 'Young don' was his only reigning title. Did she say something wrong? "Your name" "Oh. I-Its Seraphina. Seraphina Rose Giordano." Valente seemed to mull and test the name on his tongue. "You can call me Enzo . . . . Only if I can call you Rosa, deal?" He looked straight into her eyes. Amongst the wild, Under the beguiling rain, Oblivious hearts, intertwined in a twist of fate.

"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?" Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?" A slow, wicked smile split his face in two. Oh how delightfully wild he looked! So wild, so dangerous. He stretched out a hand. She took it without hesitation. And that, dear friends, is how she dug her own grave. #book1 in the cursed artefact's series This is a Rewrite of Demetre!