The MC's Eldest Son's Perspective:

I looked at the large, intimidating man in front of me. Growing up my three brothers and I never felt so safe, or loved in our entire lives whenever he was near. I was six, my second brother 3 and finally the youngest was 1. I had known the orphanage was closing and knew it was on the brink of collapse financially, but Sister Martha never stopped smiling whenever she looked after us. She would teach me to read, and entertain my second brother, while she expertly looked after my youngest brother. However, the good times soon came to an end. It was on my seventh birthday that the police came and tore my arms off my caretaker as they realized she had died of a heart attack. I cried endlessly and hated myself for being unable to take care of her as she once took care of us. But then He came. The police neither stopped his advancement nor tried looking him in the eyes. The large man had dark brown eyes, dark brown hair and no scars on his manly face. His hair draped downwards covering his forward, stopping short of his square framed glasses. He was a staggering 6 foot 8 beast and I along with my brothers, stopped crying and looked at him, scared and on the brink of exhaustion. Yet he just stood there piercing our very souls with those dark brown eyes, and then spoke, "Stand". A single word was all he said. I stood, as did my brother, while my younger brother was in the hands of an officer. "I am your father, and I will be your father for as long as you three live. You will cease to feel this turmoil in your heart, you will cease to feel that feeling of weakness, because let me tell you right now. You are weak, and will never be able to save her in the state you are right now. Thus follow me, and know the way to the path in which truly suits you." After those words, he simply turned around. "Follow." Thus my brothers and I have been under his care ever since. My father had taught us various things, politics, economics, law, psychology, and the basic subjects such as history, math, English, sciences and arts. My brothers and I thrived in any environment he sent us and always managed to survive his hellish P.E course. Yet I never felt hatred towards the man, always respect, as did my brothers. When it finally became the time for the old man to die, I felt as though I was at Sister Martha's orphanage all over again. Yet the man I was staring at now, simply smiled at us, his sons, by a bond stronger than blood that was forged in a place where even the Blacksmith God could never replicate. We stared at our father, Leonardo Zerith, also known as Zerith Primo, the all father of the Zerith Mafia Family. We, his sons, were his successors and are meant to lead the Zerith Family continuing his dream of the Zerith family becoming an influential family, equaling to a country's influence in world affairs. "You know why I have called you here, my sons,” he said interrupting my thoughts. "It is time for me to leave this world, remember the stories of my ancestors, and if you continue their values and ways the Zerith Family will become powerful. Now please leave and know that the nap I will take now will be my last." He said those words with such elegance and grace that would make average humans astounded and confused at the same time, yet no one in the room was surprised by such elegance, as they knew it was simply his character, his identity. We all left and began mourning over his loss quietly in our own ways. 

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3rd Person Perspective:

"It is time.” said the Zenith Primo. "Yes, it seems it is.” said a man who stepped out of the shadows wearing a black hood of some sorts that masked his identity. "It has been an honor, thank you for allowing me to kill you." "It is only right, that the person who should kill me will be the very man who will go to any lengths to stop my family from growing. But know this even if you kill me, I have made it 100 times harder for you to take down my crime family, in fact, I think you will like that, seeing that I will be your rival even when I face death's door." The hooded man looked at Leo once again, realizing that this is really the end that his rival wanted. "So be it, I will face your challenge, Leonardo Blanco Baptiste Zenith, The Elegant Berserker, aka Zenith Primo. Goodbye, old friend and fiend I will see you after I succeed taking down your family." A gunshot was heard and thus Zenith Primo had died.