I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)-Chapter 59 : Her True Name

The air inside the ruins was thick with history. And possibly pollen.

Elias sneezed.

Loudly.

"Sorry," he sniffled, wiping his nose with a cursed-looking handkerchief. "Whatever ancient demonic power lives here, it's definitely not hypoallergenic."

Rhea was quiet beside him. For once, she didn't laugh at his misery.

That alone was enough to make him pause.

She walked ahead, tiny fingers trailing along the obsidian walls. The runes carved there pulsed softly, like they recognized her. Welcomed her. Or maybe feared her.

Elias stayed close. He tried not to stare at the flickering glyphs that resembled weeping eyes or open mouths, or worse, tax paperwork.

"You okay?" he asked.

She didn't respond at first.

Then, softly, she said, "It feels like I left a piece of myself here."

"That... could be literal," Elias muttered. "Knowing your past life, it might be in a jar somewhere."

That earned him a small smile. But it faded fast.

"I remember blood," she whispered. "And fire. And voices shouting my name."

He hesitated. "What... name?"

She looked up at him. Her eyes weren't red or glowing, just wide and uncertain.

"I don't know yet," she said. "But I think I'm getting close."

The corridor they followed branched off into three tunnels.

Elias held up his hands. "Alright. Logic puzzle time. Do we: A) follow the one with creepy laughter echoing down it, B) take the tunnel that smells like burning feathers, or C) choose the one with absolutely no sound, light, or visible end?"

The general (who had returned to his preferred shadowy lurk position) pointed to the third option.

"Of course," Elias sighed. "The one that screams 'bad idea'."

"Demon architecture," the general intoned, "is built on deception. The loud paths are illusions. The true road is silence."

Rhea took Elias's hand.

"I like silence," she said. "It's easier to think."

"...Is this that 'more mature' thing kicking in again?"

She smiled faintly. "Maybe."

"Great," he muttered, squeezing her hand as they stepped into the void. "I'm raising a fire god with emotional control and dramatic timing. What could possibly go wrong?"

The silent path was worse than he expected.

No sounds at all. Not their footsteps. Not their breathing.

Even his thoughts felt muffled.

Elias waved a hand in front of his face. Nothing.

"Oh no," he tried to say. "Am I—"

Rhea reached out and pinched his arm.

"Ow!"

He stumbled.

"You're fine," she said.

"You pinched me!"

"You were spiraling."

"...I appreciate it. Slightly."

She looked around the hallway, gaze distant. "This was my throne passage."

"Wait—you remember it?"

"Yes." Her voice was steady. "This is where I walked after my coronation. Alone. Always alone."

That hit him harder than it should have.

He walked beside her now, slowing his pace to match hers. "You're not alone anymore."

"No," she said, almost smiling. "Now I have a man who makes bad soup and sneezes a lot."

"I'm deeply honored."

At the end of the corridor, the darkness peeled away like mist.

They entered a chamber vast enough to hold a mountain.

Obsidian columns rose around them. A massive dais stood at the center—black stone inlaid with crimson veins that pulsed like a heartbeat.

Above it, suspended mid-air, hovered a crystal—jagged, humming with energy. From within, something shimmered.

A crown.

Or what was left of one.

Rhea froze.

Elias almost bumped into her.

"You okay?"

She didn't respond.

She walked forward.

Slowly.

Like the air was thicker around her. Or like her body remembered something her mind hadn't caught up with yet.

The general remained at the entrance.

"She must do this part alone," he said.

Elias frowned. "But—"

"She must remember."

Rhea stepped onto the dais.

The light from the crystal turned red.

She didn't flinch.

Instead, she lifted her face and whispered: "I remember now."

The chamber shuddered.

"My name is..."

A pause.

Elias held his breath.

"...Revantra."

The word echoed.

Through stone. Through air. Through time.

The crystal cracked.

Light poured from it.

Elias shielded his eyes—and when it faded, Rhea stood before the broken crystal, her hair lifted slightly in a breeze that didn't exist, her eyes no longer glowing but wet.

"I was Revantra," she said, turning toward him. "I burned kingdoms. I shattered faith. I wore the lightless crown."

Elias stepped forward slowly.

"And now?" he asked, soft.

She blinked.

And then she smiled.

"I'm Rhea."

She ran into his arms.

They sat on the dais for a while.

Rhea leaned against him, picking at a loose thread in his sleeve.

"Do you hate me now?" she asked quietly.

"What? No!"

"But I was... I am her. That monster."

"You're you," he said. "You were her. You remember her. That's different from being her."

She didn't answer.

He tried again.

"Look, people change. You've changed. You've helped people. You've rescued animals. You made a whole bakery cry with that apple tart you invented."

"That was a really good tart," she muttered.

He nudged her. "Exactly."

They sat a little longer.

Then she whispered, "Thank you for not being afraid of me."

"I am afraid of you. You have fangs and trauma and possibly ghost minions."

"...But you stay."

"Of course I stay. You're mine. And I'm yours."

She leaned harder against him. "I'm going to cry now."

"That's allowed."

The general approached later, as the light from the crystal faded fully.

"You remembered," he said to her, voice unreadable.

Rhea nodded.

"And you still choose him?"

She glanced at Elias, then back at the general.

"Yes."

"...Then the bond is true."

Elias frowned. "Wait, was this all a test?"

The general didn't answer.

Elias groaned. "I hate ancient ghost tests."

Rhea giggled. "But you passed."

"Barely," he muttered.

"I'm proud of you."

That shut him up.

They made camp near the back of the ruins.

Rhea fell asleep curled next to the old throne pedestal, hugging Doom the stuffed cat.

Elias sat beside the general, who was maintaining a silent vigil with all the charisma of a brooding gargoyle.

"You knew she'd remember here, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Was it dangerous?"

"Extremely."

"Why not warn us?"

"Would you have still come?"

"...No."

"Exactly."

Elias sighed. "You're the worst mentor figure."

"I have no regrets."

As Elias drifted to sleep beside Rhea, he heard her mumble something.

At first, it was just nonsense.

Then...

"Revantra... Elias... apple tart..."

He smiled.

And whispered: "Sleep well, Rhea. Whatever your name used to be, I love the one you chose now."

She squeezed his hand in her sleep.

To be continued...