<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/nMmZAzQ.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Hanna Minato<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 14th, 2001, 2PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Medical Wing Waiting Room<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Riko and her Demon husband, The Baby<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>A new name<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured<br/><hr/><br/>Hanna could easily see just as much Riko and Azmodiel cared for this child, the way their eyes locked into her like their lives depended on them having her. They had taken care of her for some time, that Hanna knew, but she didn’t know they’d get so attached to her; that was how things worked, when you were friends with the deceased. As the nurse mad the mention of giving the child a name, however, Hanna, gave a bit of a frown; why did she have to do that? It was just more work for her to put in, having to think of a name. Though, it seemed Riko’s demon husband just had to say something, and as Hanna turned to glance at him, the words came into focus.<br/><br/>Ah, so her sister has chosen a name for her before she died?<br/><br/>Hanna’s eyes cast down on thei child, her look unreadable; she was quiet and peaceful, like how the moon reflected in the sky. Bright yet gentle, a contrast to the sun, which was shining. A name that contrasted with her sister’s sunny disposition; how<em>cute</em>.<br/><br/>Though, Hanna noticed just how much the two were invested in that little bit of information, the name Carol had chosen. Almost as if it was the last little string of hope to give the child connection with her mother...<br/><br/>“Actually, I already had a name chosen for her.” Hanna’s voice announced this, but her focus was only on the two that had decided to weasel their way into this whole thing. Her look was smug, as if almost pitying them for trying to do something,<em>anything</em>to get this child. “So I won’t be needing that name,<em>sorry</em>.” Giving a fake apology, she snapped her focus back at the nurse, one who was watching the whole thing unfold and silent, almost nervously looking back and forth at the three.<br/><br/>“Her name will be Mallory, so<em>write that down</em>.” With a bit of force, and a look that could potentially kill from Hanna, the nurse nervously wrote the name down that the woman requested, giving a look of apology towards Riko and Azmodiel.<br/><br/>“I-I’m sorry, but Mrs. Minato is of sole custody-”<br/><br/>“Yes I am, thank you for<em>reminding</em>them.” Hanna watched as the nurse finished her writing, before scurrying away from the room, mentioning needing to get more supplies and things needed before the child was discharged from the medical wing. With the room now vacant, save for the three of them, Hanna turned back to look at the couple, a smile on her face. It was bright, as if everything she hadn’t just done was evil and vile down to the very core. “Mallory... I think that’s a perfect name, don’t you think?” Hanna took a few steps to pace around the room slowly, all while she continued to hold the small bundle in her arms. The contempt in her eyes was all but visible, but how could she not celebrate in the small victories that were surely piling up.<br/><br/>“While my sister studied demon findings, I traveled the world to find my sense of purpose. I ended up staying in France for years, studying the language and the culture. It’s even where I met my husband.” Hanna’s eyes watched Riko and Azmodiel, knowing full well their anger and rage towards her had increased.<br/><br/>Like she cared.<br/><br/>“There’s so many beautiful names in the French language, with meanings that match perfectly with those that have them.” As she spoke, her gaze turned down to the child in her arms, who had now woken up. Chocolate brown eyes looked back into her own violet ones, innocent and bright, unaware of the situation around her. One of Hanna’s hands came up to wave at the child, as the child’s tiny hands slowly moved up, trying desperately to grasp at Hanna’s fingers as they waved. A small laugh came from the child, and for a moment, it nearly shifted the tone of the room; nearly however.<br/><br/>“Ill-Omened, unfortunate, bad luck and misfortune. This girl has been through all of that with her both of her parents dying and leaving her all alone.” Hanna’s eyes turned away from the child, a smile coming across her lips, though if anything, it wasn’t one of joy. “To be honest when I came here, I was going to abandon her, just like my sister did. I wanted nothing to do with this little brat as long as I lived.” As the baby gave another laugh, Hanna gave one of her own, her smile still apparent. “But how could I not resist adding more misfortune to this girls life? My sister was the prodigy and made me feel like I was worthless, so why not return the favor with her kid?” Her eyes shined with a purpose, intent in keeping her promise; for all she felt, revenge and pettiness consumed her.<br/><br/>“It just happened to give me more purpose to agree to this, watching you two struggle to want this kid. To be honest she’s not even worth all this trouble.” Her gaze turned down at the child in her arms, watching as she cooed and moved, so innocent to this argument. Those same eyes as her sisters, staring back at her like they were taunting her...<br/><br/>“That’s why Mallory is the perfect name for her, don’t you agree?” Her smile now seemed to hold new meaning, watching the couple as she stopped her pacing a few feet away. “As long as she’s with me, all she’ll know is her name’s meaning. Every day, every hour, she’ll feel what I did as a child. Only thing is, she'll have to live with it, won’t she?” Another laugh came from Hanna, quite joyful in fact, as if she had been given a funny joke.<br/><br/>All of this was a joke, really.