Send me “ 🤐 “ for my muse to admit a secret they’ve been keeping from yours
“ You know, I wasn’t certain I’d ever tell you this. But I suppose you have the right to know, don’t you? Why, if I had the option to know why and how it is I exist, I’d certainly take it! ”
Alastor turned his wrist in a circular motion, procuring a voodoo doll from thin air. From several pins impaled through it, several strings were visible. Some were tied to Alastor’s hand ... but the others lead straight to Viola’s heart.
“ As you know, procreation is a tricky business down here in Hell. Not just anyone can do it -- it requires a certain level of magical prowess to pull off. Lucky for us, there are few things I cannot accomplish with my power. It took time to sort out the mechanics of the spell, but the gist of it is that you contain the soul of a mortal that I subsumed, over my long existence. Their living essence now exists in you. ”
His smile turned kind, then. Alastor knew better than to assume this news would be WELCOME -- she was a tender girl, with her mother’s loving heart. So he’d soften it, make it into something beautiful that she might be able to better appreciate.
“ In a way, you are the living embodiment of a second chance. The reincarnation of an unhappy soul that’s lost its way. I don’t regret what’s come before, the path that led to your creation ... ” he tilted her chin up with a hand. “ ... but for the first time in a LONG time, I look forward to the future, if you’ll be in it. ”