sigil_diaboli (Intro)

[not_the_shell]

Virginia Bryce had always hated her father.

She hated the magics he'd used and loved so dearly, so much more than she. He had told her he'd sacrificed her to Yeska out of love, but she knew the truth. She always had. And so she'd told him to leave.

Virginia had desperately tried to make new friends, new loves, but for some reason the world she had grown up in was one she could not escape.

And so, when she'd received a phone call from her father once more, she'd been pulled into that world once again.

"I am the Qwa'ha Xahn."

"Daddy, what are you talking about?" she coughed back into the receiver.

"You were chosen, sweetie. Because I love you."

"Daddy, stop this, I told you I am not talking to you anymore!"

"You won't have a choice, honey. It's started. It's done."

"Wha--?"

"Haven't you wondered why you were so sick, so sudden?"

She'd hung up the phone, not really wanting to know. Not really understanding much of anything except her father's dabbling in magic had taken hold of her again and there was only one person she trusted enough to help her with something like this.

She'd called her ex-boyfriend, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.

There'd been smiles, laughs remembering some good times, tears as he told her that she was infected with the essence of an "ancient one" like Jasmine, and then....

There. Was. Nothing.

--

I was born again.