"Sen…SEN," She turned away from the voice, covering her head with her pillow, "Sen, wake up!"

Looking from under the pillowcase at the digital clock on her nightstand, she sat up and glared at the half-transparent form of her younger cousin.

He sat on the end of her bed, body obscured from the waist down by his blue-black robes, though they clung to his chest and arms. Navy blue tresses hung in razor-styled spikes to his waist. His face was masculine, and yet it had a delicate feminine look to it. He pushed his bangs out of his eyes as he smiled, the long-lashed obsidian eyes sparkling with mild amusement.

Sen's eyes, the exact same color, glared back at him. "It is three o'clock in the morning, Abrasax," She growled, "This had better be a matter of life and death."

He blinked a moment, leaning over to her. "What happened to wise-and-sagely Sen?" He asked, teasing her. She was not in the mood to be teased.

"Wise and sagely stops at midnight, and does not start again until eight in the morning. What do you want?" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Life and death only."

"Oh, it is, it is!" Abrasax's head bobbed up and down quickly, "Uncle Kaos wants to talk to you."

Running a hand through her hair, she lay back down on her bed, curling up. "I don't talk to dead people until nine. Goodnight, Braxy."

"SEN!" He shook her, "C'mon, Sen, you're the only one left!"

She turned onto her other side, eyes closing as she tried to block his voice out.

"Sen," The voice had more authority behind it, and Sen opened her eyes, sitting up. Her uncle stood at the foot of her bed, his arms crossed sternly over his chest. It was a pose she knew well from when she was a child.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, setting her feet on the floor and standing up, pushing her bangs out of her face. Sleep was a moot point now. Sen looked at him, her vision still a little blurry as she brushed sleepy seeds out of her eyes.

"Alright, alright, now what?" She was a little irritated. It was three in the morning, her ex insisted on calling her at all hours of the night, so she had gotten maybe three hours of sleep, she was due a new set of acrylics, but had put it off because she had just lost her job and was still waiting on her unemployment. Plus, she had just started PMSing and gotten the locks on her apartment changed.

But that all apparently paled in comparison to the newest disaster that had befallen the world and she once again had to become Wise and Sagely Sen, the guide to warriors and guides alike. She had to put off life, the universe and everything to inadvertently save the world.

"Kayura is dead. Anubis must return, to complete the circle."

"I am an immortal, Uncle, not a necromancer." She sat back on her bed, pillow against her chest. Abrasax winced a little, backing off.

"I'll just…wait over here…" He disappeared quickly, leaving Uncle and Niece to argue.

"And anyway, even if he does come back, what does it have to do with me?" Sen looked at the Ancient who had raised her over the top of her pillow. A part of her knew what was coming. A part of her wanted to be able to accept it with open arms.

But most of her loved the somewhat normal life she had carved out for herself. Kaos sighed, moving over to her, sitting next to her and sliding an arm around her shoulders. To soften the blow, of course. After who knew how many centuries of time together, she knew his little quirks.

"Anubis is not of our clan. You are the only one left to carry the staff of the Ancient." He pulled her in closer to his side, "You must guide them, and defeat the demon lord that eyes this world for his own."

Sen threw her pillow through him, pulling away. "Bite me, Uncle Kaos. I'm not playing your little supernatural games." She pushed a hand through her hair, "I just got my life the way I want it, without staves or guiding or, heaven forbid, world-eyeing demon lords."

"Sen-"

"No." She held up a hand, "I revoke your invitation to my house, spirit. Return from whence you came…" A soft glow surrounded her hand and the Ancient disappeared, with a bitter smile on his face.

She picked up her pillow, sitting on her bed. Sen sighed, looking at the clock. Three ten. She set her pillow on the mattress, making her bed before walking into the bathroom. Pulling her nightshirt over her head, she looked at her shoulder in the mirror. A small kanji pulsed on her right angel-wing. The kanji for Life. She closed her eyes, turning away as she turned on the hot water.