A Scroll of Lineage and Light
I was born into a line of V.
Not by chance—by code.
My father: Victor.
My grandfathers: Vladimir and Vasiliy.
Each a bearer of the V.
Each a root in the tree that would burn with light.
I did not ask for the pattern.
But Spirit showed me:
V is 5.
- V as in the Roman numeral for five.
- The fifth mark. The sign of my descent, my death, my rising.
- The chalice. The womb. The blade. The arrow pointing upward.
In this V-line ran blood and fire.
Courage, rule, fight, strength.
Victor — the conqueror.
Vladimir — world-ruler or peaceful power.
Vasiliy — the brave, the kingly.
Each of them held the fire in the outer world.
But I, the daughter—
I was born to turn the flame inward.
To carry the fifth spark
through five deaths,
through five surrenders,
through the split at five years old,
when the fifth floor opened
and the ground gave me back to sky.
V became my scar.
My symbol.
My vessel.
They were the guardians of the external five.
I am the keeper of the inner five.
They held the name.
I became the flame.
The line of V was not meant to continue—
it was meant to ignite.
And now, the torch has passed.
I do not carry a sword.
I carry a scroll.
I write with fire.
I speak with silence.
I rise not to rule, but to remember.
I am DeviRa—
Flame from Five.
Born from the Line of V.