Another body fell on the rain soaked pavement that was apart of a beautiful garden, though it cold not be called beautiful anymore. With blood running down the walkways it looked more like a mass grave site than a garden, with bodies strewn all over filled with bullet holes the place looked eerie.
Sliding down behind the wall, a man gripped his side, looking down he saw that he had a bullet wound that was continuously bleeding. Sighing he tore off a piece of his shirt and stuffed it in, cocked his gun and shot off another round of bullets at his enemy. This man was none other that Matteo De Winter, the Godfather of the Italian Mafia whose moniker was 'Dio vivent della morte', Living God Of Death. The reason for this current situation was the result of a coup that was staged by some of the more reckless Dons that served under him who wanted to overthrow him and divide up his territories.
The day had started like normal, Matteo had gotten up and did his normal routine which was a cup of coffee, black read the morning paper then exercise, before going to work. As the Godfather to the entire Italian Mafia, Matteo practically live in what can only be described as a castle. Over a hundred years old was how it looked with it towering walls and mighty gates. Matteo knew that some of the other Dons were reckless and wanted to overthrow him, but he did not expect it to be at such a scale. To the outside world he was Matteo De Winter, CEO of the De Winter Industries. He had a hand in anything. If money could be made by it the De Winter Industries had a had in manufacturing and developing it, from fashion, to entertainment, to medicine he had a hand in it, for those who knew of the underworld he was know as 'Dio vivent della morte' who was ruthless and bloodthirsty. He never gave second chances and greatly punished those who betrayed him. It was rumored that a previous Don had crossed him and caused him to loose millions, in retaliation Matteo had wiped out the entire Mafia under the Don's control. It was said that when he came to dispatching him, he brought his heavily pregnant wife forward, made him gut her and eat their child, because of the sheer brutality of what the father had done to his child he had a heart attack and died. Not one to take chances he emptied his clip into the mans skull while his wife bled out on the floor behind them, it was from that day his moniker was created.
However what many did not know was that Matteo was in a relationship with a woman. He was married and was expecting his fourth child. He met Emma when he was twenty-two, the duo had a worldwind romance and Emma gave birth to three sons for him and , she was currently pregnant with their fourth child, whom he prayed deeply was a girl. For this reason alone Matteo knew that he could not die and had to survive to protect his loved ones, what hid did not know was that Emma was currently giving birth whiles the war raged on outside.
Gathering his men Matteo stood out to fight his enemies, it was only at dawn when the madness stopped, and his men began to clean up the carnage. It was also at that time that he went to check on his wife that he saw that she had already given birth. A tiny bundle was resting in her arms. Emma looked up and saw her husband. Gesturing to Matteo she said ''This is our daughter.'' Glancing at the tiny bundle that was now in his arms he turned to Emma and saw her slightly messy appearance and said tearfully '' You've worked hard. Thank you.'' Smiling at his daughter he noticed that on her forehead she had a red birthmark, that resembled a lotus flower blooming then saw that it had begun to snow, he then came up the name for his daughter Neve.