Her mother was a witch, and that meant she'd become one, too. On her 13th birthday, she started taking on witchly powers, and coincidentally showed the first sign of puberty - her first period. Soon afterwards, her mom explained her witchly heritage - and the responsibilities that came with it. She had to be careful about using her powers, and she wouldn't learn all the secrets of witchcraft until her 18th birthday. And above all, no sex. Only virgins were admitted to the coven, and not until full adulthood. (This is why witches had gotten a stereotype of being frigid old bitches.) To claim her rightful heritage as a witch, she had to hold back until her 18th birthday. Danielle figured this would be no problem. But she didn't reckon on a little snag.
Satan was fuming in Hell, as always. He wanted some excitement in his life. And he already had ninety-nine percent of all adult earthly souls coming to him, anyway. The remainders were mostly pure, dull, holier-than-thou folks that didn't interest him anyhow. That goddy-two-shoes God could take them off his hands, as far aas he was concerned. But when he looked at his "Coming Attractions" on his calendar (those turning eighteen in the next month, when he could start going after them by the only agreement with the King of Good he ever honored faithfully), he noticed that Danielle Webster was among them. "Why not, it's been a slow century," he thought to himself. To get her, he'd have to turn her towards a path of wicked sin and over-gratuitous sex. And popping her hymen early would be a good start.
"What shall I do first?" he thought to himself. "I know, I'll tempt her. Danielle will be a lot more likely to take the easy way to eternal damnation if I first..."
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