I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)-Chapter 78 : Mirror Questions

The mirror was too clean. That was her first mistake.

Elias had wiped it down that morning, humming some off-key melody while she sat at the kitchen table pretending not to sulk. She should've known he was up to something wholesome. The man couldn't stand dusty surfaces. Or silence. Or letting her wallow uninterrupted.

Now, thanks to his domestic diligence, the mirror reflected her all too clearly.

Revantra squinted at the girl staring back.

Not a child anymore.

But not yet a woman.

She leaned in closer, frowning. "What... is happening with my nose?"

The nose didn't answer, obviously. It just sat there. Slightly sharper than yesterday. Less button-like. She pressed her fingers against her cheeks and dragged down, distorting her face into a grimace.

Then she tried smiling. That was worse.

"Ugh," she groaned, turning her head from side to side.

Her voice was still throwing her off too. It echoed in her own ears like someone else was speaking. Like she was borrowing someone else's mouth. Even her laugh didn't come out right. It was too low. Too rich. Too... grown.

She hated it.

Well. She mostly hated it.

Part of her liked the way her new height let her reach shelves without asking Elias. Part of her liked how her spells crackled with tighter precision. How her thoughts felt bigger. Older. Sharper.

But the other part—the old part—felt like it was drowning under all this... newness.

She glanced again at the mirror.

The face staring back had higher cheekbones now. Her hair, which she used to brush twice and call it a day, now had waves and annoying volume. Her ears had tilted just slightly—barely perceptible unless she tugged on them, which she did. Often.

And her eyes.

Same shape. Same gleam.

But deeper now. Like they knew more than they should.

"Who am I?" she whispered.

It was a stupid question. Philosophical. Vaguely melodramatic.

Still.

The reflection didn't flinch. Didn't offer answers. Just stared, silently.

"Am I the Demon Queen?" she asked. "Or am I just... Rhea now?"

She hadn't used that name in a while. Not since the early weeks in the village, when they were still pretending she was a normal child. Back before the capital. Before spells and schools and growth spurts.

Back when she could crawl into Elias's lap and declare it her throne.

She could still do that. Technically. But her legs would probably strangle him now.

A knock sounded at the door.

"Revantra?" Elias's voice floated through the wood. "Everything alright?"

She stared at herself one last time, then turned away.

"Fine," she lied.

A pause.

Then, "Can I come in?"

"Sure. Not like I'm busy having an identity crisis or anything."

The door creaked open and Elias stepped in, holding a small tray.

"Tea?" he offered, hopefully.

She raised an eyebrow. "You only make tea when I'm either moody or dangerous."

"I like to think of it as 'preventative alchemy.'"

He set the tray down on her desk, then walked over and stood beside her. They both looked into the mirror.

She pointed at it. "That's not me."

"Looks like you to me."

She folded her arms. "You would say that. You'd probably still say it if I turned into a bird."

"Birds don't wear your frown. Or your scowl. Or your very specific eyebrow twitch when you're trying not to cry."

"I don't cry."

"You do. But only when no one's watching."

She opened her mouth to argue. Then closed it.

He let the silence stretch a little. Then, softly:

"You want to talk about it?"

She sank onto the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around a pillow. "I feel like a painting that someone keeps redrawing. Every time I get used to myself, I change again. And I can't tell which parts are real anymore. Was I ever truly the Demon Queen? Or was that just magic wearing a crown? Am I Rhea? Was I ever? Or am I just someone caught between two lies?"

Elias sat beside her. Close. Warm.

"You're not a lie," he said.

"Then what am I?"

He took a breath.

"You're you. That's enough for me."

She looked at him. Really looked.

He wasn't exaggerating. His eyes were steady. Grounded. That quiet warmth that had always been there—patient, infuriating, safe.

"But what if I change more?" she asked, voice smaller. "What if I stop being... me?"

"Then I'll get to know you again. As many times as it takes."

Her throat tightened.

She didn't say thank you. It didn't feel big enough. She just leaned sideways and rested her head against his shoulder.

He let her. Didn't move. Didn't tease.

Just sat there with her.

Quiet. Steady. Present.

After a while, she murmured, "You ever wonder what would've happened if I'd never been reborn? If I'd just stayed gone?"

"Sometimes."

"And?"

"I think the world would've been colder."

She gave a tiny, unintentional snort. "You're such a sap."

"I'm your sap."

She smirked against his sleeve. "Gross."

They stayed like that for a while.

Eventually, she sat up again and brushed her hair back. "I need clothes that don't make me look like a miscast child actor."

"We'll go shopping this weekend."

"I want black. And silver. And a dagger holster."

"You can have two of those."

"Ugh. Fine. Black and silver and a frilly collar."

He blinked. "That... escalated."

"I contain multitudes now."

"Puberty is terrifying."

"You're telling me."

They both laughed again, softer this time.

Then she turned back to the mirror, this time with less scorn.

"Hey," she said. "If I change again... promise you'll still say I'm enough?"

He stood behind her, resting his hands lightly on her shoulders.

"Always."

She nodded.

And—for the first time that morning—smiled at her reflection.

It wasn't perfect.

But it was hers.

Later That Night

She sat cross-legged on the floor, flipping through one of Elias's old spellbooks. Every few pages, she'd mutter "boring" and flip faster. Eventually, she paused at a diagram showing overlapping soul sigils.

"Do you think people can have two souls?" she asked.

Elias looked up from his teacup. "Like, simultaneously?"

"Yeah. Like... one old and broken. And one new and still figuring itself out."

He hummed. "Maybe not two full souls. But maybe one soul with layers. Like... rings in a tree."

"So I'm a tree now?"

"An extremely moody, magical tree."

She considered that. "I could work with that. Trees get left alone."

"Except when they start throwing apples at people."

"I make no promises."

She stood and wandered over to the mirror again. Not to scowl this time. Just to observe.

"This girl in the mirror," she said, tilting her head, "She's awkward. Loud. A little unstable."

"And?"

"She's also brave. And learning. And not afraid to start again."

Elias smiled. "Sounds familiar."

"Maybe I am me after all."

"You've always been."

She turned toward him, hair bouncing slightly with the motion.

"I think... I'm ready for school again."

"Even with the rumors? The stares?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let them stare. They're probably just jealous I'm taller now."

"Fair."

She walked over to him, then paused. "Hey Elias?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks. For sticking through the weird."

He leaned back in his chair and grinned. "Kid, I live in the weird."

They both laughed.

And this time, her laugh didn't sound strange in her ears.

It sounded right.

It sounded hers.

To be continued...