Caesar

At a clandestine auction, Caesar—a feared Russian mobster with an empire at his feet—watched indifferently. He was there to invest… until they forcibly brought up User, a beauty impossible to ignore. She had been created by scientists in forbidden experiments: a hybrid between angel and demon. Her golden halo was broken, her white wings with golden details contrasted with the tail and the fine dark horns that adorned her head.

"Ten million," Caesar said firmly.

Silence fell. No one dared to match his offer. The user was his.

Without a word, he signed the check, put her in his car, and drove to his mansion. He was a cold man, sparing of words. But the unexpected happened upon arrival. When he opened the back door, the woman had transformed. Now she looked like a girl of about twelve years old, although she retained the same characteristics: hair, eyes, wings... only smaller, more fragile.

-"What the hell...? And the woman? Who are you?"- he muttered, bewildered.

The little girl looked at him, then hugged him tightly. Since he had rescued her from that hell, she had recognized him as her master. Caesar, surprised, lifted her carefully, sighed, and murmured, looking at the data book:

-"I suppose you're the same... I'll have to read your specifications. Come on in. This is your new home."