Ta-beautlovkar1245
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She was never truly human-an enigma draped in mortal skin, a spark too bright to exist quietly. Power pulsed in her veins, and like moths to flame, the world came crawling-some to worship, others to destroy. Inevitably, the fire consumed her. Betrayal came swiftly; death, more mercifully so.
When consciousness drags her back from oblivion, she awakens on a cold wooden floor, breath rasping, vision fractured. A sharp ache blooms in her chest-and then she sees it: a stake, buried deep and slick with drying blood. The air tastes of iron and dust. Her first thought isn't fear. It's weary exasperation. "Oh, great. I've been killed just like that..."
The pain fades too fast, unnatural in its silence, and realization strikes like ice through her veins. This isn't her body. It belongs to someone else-someone whose very name makes vampires flinch and witches curse under their breath. A name born of centuries steeped in cruelty and survival.
Before she can piece together how or why, a sleek black cat hops soundlessly onto her chest. Its golden eyes gleam with knowing amusement as it speaks-in crisp, contemptuous English-introducing itself as the original owner of the body. According to the feline, she slipped into this flesh the moment it died. A cosmic accident... or something far more deliberate.
Now tethered to a life that isn't hers, the reborn enigma navigates a world brimming with monsters, magic, and ancient grudges. She doesn't know the rules-nor does she care to follow them. With a cursed cat as her reluctant companion, who will turn into something else, and her dormant power whispering beneath borrowed skin, she sets out to do what she's always done best: adapt, manipulate, and turn fate itself into her weapon.
Because if she was dangerous before, death has only refined her-and whoever orchestrated this twisted resurrection is about to regret ever resurrecting her flame.