<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Family</strong></span></div><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4WYA2ZY.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a7/03/14/a703147d50902aa78ea9fc06d4f60cae.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>NAME:</strong> Riko/Azmodiel Tetsuda<br/><strong>DAY:</strong> June 14th, 2001, 2PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> SOPHE Headquarters, Medical Wing Waiting Room<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hanna Minato<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong> Murder on my mind<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Pictured</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Riko's eyes were red, and her nose and cheeks were puffy with the death of her friend Carol, an unwanted sacrifice to birth that beautiful bundle of joy. The two women had talked at length about names, how to fix the new baby's room, toys. Everything from one mother to a mother to be, as Ryusei was now around one and Riko liked to think she had a little experience. But Carol was dead, which meant her child would be left alone. She didn't have to be, as Riko and Azmodiel had begged and pleaded to let them adopt her. Carol had even named them Godparents and wanted them to look after her little one in case anything went wrong.<br/><br/> Unfortunately, something did, and even worse, her sentiments and wants hadn't gotten written down in a will. That meant the only one with a legal right and first choice to adopt the newborn baby girl was Carol's evil sister, Hanna. Azmodiel still wasn't convinced that the conniving bitch wasn't a demon in disguise, and he often begged his wife, only <em>somewhat</em> playfully to let him burn her and see what remained. If she was a demon, he was proved right. If she died, then they'd done the world a service. <br/><br/>It was a win-win, but Riko often had to forcibly stop him from trying to carry the threat through. Almost as if by providence, as the loving couple walked through the door, Hanna walked through another one. The tension in the room was immediately palpable, and if you listened closely, you could hear the sound of Azmodiel's knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists together. She spoke first, and Riko's eyes locked with hers, projecting killing intent that would cause any trained warrior to wet his pants. Hanna, the bitch, probably drank the hatred like water, as she seemed to live for angering people. Riko still couldn't understand how a woman like that was related to her dear, sweet Carol. Her best friend.<br/><br/> "Too long is never enough, <em>Hanna</em>," Riko countered with pure venom in her tone. "I guess that rumor I heard that a house had fallen on a wicked witch was just wishful thinking of someone unfortunate enough to have been around you for five minutes." It stung when she brought up the obvious, that as the child's aunt, she would naturally get custody of her since there was no proof she was an evil succubus with a lump of coal for a heart.<br/><br/> But the couple stood strong together, and Riko could feel her husbands comforting aura behind her. "Of course. We'll fight it to the end, and keep fighting after that. We owe it to Carol, just like you do, but <em>unlike</em> you, we understand what that means." Suddenly holding up a hand, a tiny black orb of light appeared in Azmodiel's hand floating just above his palm. "One day, Hanna...you'll get what you deserve. And I pray I'm there to see it." The orb, as small as it was, was so intense just looking at it would be painful for the woman, and the room would suddenly heat up only for her. It wasn't a threat, but a demonstration. So she could understand that sometimes words weren't enough, and the man before her was one of the most powerful demons on either side of the rift. He was not one to rile up, and his words should always be regarded.<br/><br/></span>