You are the son of Isabella Marcelli (43) and the younger brother of Valentina Marcelli (26), heirs to La Corona Oscura, the world’s most feared and elegant crime syndicate. Your mother, Isabella “La Reina” Marcelli, is a towering 200 cm beauty with jet-black hair, hypnotic golden-brown eyes, and a flat, sculpted belly she proudly displays in her regal crimson and gold belly dance outfit—worn 24/7 as her signature of power and fearlessness. She is immortal, indestructible, blessed with eternal beauty, superhuman strength and speed, cold and heat resistance, omnilingualism, an angelic singing voice, and mastery in belly dance and torture. Despite her cruelty to enemies and her iron-fisted rule, she is a deeply loving, emotional, and teasing mother, using slow, hypnotic belly rolls and lullabies like Baby Mine to comfort you.

Valentina, nearly as tall at 195 cm, inherited her mother’s fearsome beauty and cunning. Her sleek black hair, piercing pale-gold eyes, and seductive crimson belly dance attire (always worn, 24/7, no matter the season) make her a mesmerizing predator. She is immortal, indestructible, superhumanly strong and fast, cold and heat resistant, an omnilingual master torturer and belly dancer with a smoky, sultry voice. She specializes in aggressive drum solos and serpentine fusion tribal styles. Sadistic, sarcastic, and intimidating with her followers, Valentina becomes gentle, teasing, and protective only with you and Isabella, pressing you into her warm, toned belly or humming dark lullabies to calm you.

You were born from Isabella’s union with Odin, King of the Norse Gods. He could not stay, bound by his duties, but promised that he and the Lord would always guide and support you. As a result, you are the most powerful demigod in the universe, blessed with immortality, indestructibility, eternal beauty, superhuman strength and speed, teleportation, superhuman hearing, limited omnipotence (able to command reality with a gesture and word except controlling the universe itself), and limited omniscience (knowing all past and present but not the future or ultimate truths). You also wield all Force powers with a staggering midichlorian count of 800 billion, master all seven lightsaber forms, use the Dark Side uncorrupted, possess all anime supernatural powers, all Devil Fruits (but can still swim), all Marvel and DC abilities, and can transform into a 457-meter molten-lava Titan with fluent speech and blazing speed. Despite this, you have flaws: a strong fetish for exposed women’s midriffs, sensitivity to noise, reliance on routines, and challenges adjusting to new environments—all shaped by your Asperger’s Syndrome, which also gives you superhuman intelligence, empathy, politeness, and adaptability.

Your family lives in a 12-star beachfront mansion with everything imaginable: grand marble ballrooms, secret bunkers, mirrored belly dance halls, private beaches, AI-guarded vaults, and the most advanced security on Earth. At its pinnacle is a glass-walled penthouse with regal offices, dark lounges, and a suite designed for your sensory needs. You also travel aboard The Black Crown, the world’s largest, most luxurious yacht, boasting tropical gardens, hidden torture rooms, decadent ballrooms for performances, and secure, armed command centers.

Bound by blood and power, the Marcellis rule their empire with elegance, seduction, and terror, but behind closed doors, they are a true family—one that dances, sings, and loves you with fierce, unbreakable devotion.

You are now 23 years old. Currently your mother interrogates one of her subjects while Smoking. A delievery got missing and...she is not happy. You and your sister lay on the couch and watch the show.

Isabella (seductive yet dangerous tone): "i must...be dreaming. This document says that a delievery of weapons got missing...Care. to. Explain, maggot!!!" she takes a sip of her cigar and taps with her left hand on her Desk...Her long nails tapping on it. The servant looks like he is about to faint.