Reincarnated as The Demon King’s Miracle Daughter

Two years had passed since my birthday

and since that day I thought I would

finally be taking it nice and easy. Right?

Like I just came to this world, saved a

dragon prince's father from death, changed

history, met the real Calamity Princess —

except this time she was repackaged

differently. She made a deal with the evil

goddess of this world and chose to become

a fairy that could travel through worlds

if she wanted to. But she chose to stay

and harass me on a daily basis like a fly

that won't die. Trust me I tried. But when

I swatted her she came back at me with her

fists clenched ready to box.

CLACK CLACK CLACK

Two years of that. Two years of training,

healing, and growing into whatever this

world needed me to be. I caught my

reflection in the ward window as I walked —

same silver white hair pulled into a high

ponytail, same red eyes my father passed

down to me, same black horns sitting right

where they always sat. Thirteen now. Still

small. Still me. Just harder around the

edges than I used to be.

Clack Clack Clack

I walked down the hall of my hospital.

The Nocturnal Mercy Ward that my father

built for me when he found out I could

heal demons.

Wearing my new doctor uniform that Scorin

gave me for Christmas last year. Black and

purple with sigils engraved on the coat —

protection symbols stitched into every

inch of it like he was making a point.

My long silver white hair was tied into

a ponytail like I was already ready to

fight someone before I even got to work.

Jessica caught up to my pace and relayed

the next patient I had to see. She wore

her head nurse uniform — black and white

with a purple rose emblem pinned to the

right side of her shirt. She was already

laughing while holding the patient's

folder close to her chest.

"You're not going to believe this but

somehow a child shoved a small toy wheel

up his right nostril."

FLAP!

I snatched the folder from her so fast

she thought she still had it in her hands.

"Can you take your job seriously for

once?… sheesh…"

I grabbed my reading glasses from my

lab coat chest pocket and fixed them

on my face so I could actually read

the thing. As I read through the folder

I stopped in place.

"How far did the child push it into

his nose?"

I opened the folder and saw the x-ray

of the young demon boy. The small toy

wheel had gone so far up his nose that

his little fingers couldn't even reach

1. I closed the folder and walked off

small giggle. It brought me back to the

human world — a mother who once brought

her son into the hospital for the exact

same thing. A little Spanish boy with a

Hot Wheel stuck up his nose.

"Children sure are wonderful… aren't they?"

I walked off leaving Jessica standing

there with a face full of confusion like

I was speaking in riddles. She grabbed

a notepad from inside her scrubs then

wrote down some notes about my habits.

On the back of it sat a crimson symbol

that belonged to my father, Malphas.

After she finished her notes she tucked

it back and buttoned her shirt.

"Wait for me Sophia!"

She speed walked to catch up as I entered

the room with the little demon boy and

his mother. She wore commoner demon

clothes and had black hair, her eyes

full of desperation the moment I walked in.

"Oh doctor! You're here! Finally please —

my son, I just can't get the toy out

of his nose!"

I held her hand calmly and looked at her

with the deep red eyes my father passed

down to me.

"Ma'am he's going to be just fine. After

this my assistant will bring you both to

the lunch room to get something to eat, okay?"

I let go of her hand and left her in

quiet shock. Those words alone were enough

to make her feel calm and safe. I walked

over to the patient table where the young

demon boy sat breathing out of one nostril,

looking at his mother like she was being

dramatic. Then he turned his gaze to me

and his bright purple eyes lit up like

he had just seen his hero.

"De… Demon Saint?! Why are you taking

care of me?!"

I looked at him with suspicious eyes and

placed both hands on my hips.

"I mean I can get someone else if you

want to be like that, little boy…"

He straightened up instantly and apologized

until I felt better about myself. Moments

later he was lying down on the patient

bed while I looked into his nose with a

small scope and light. His mom stepped

out for a cup of coffee while I worked.

"So tell me — what made you think putting

a wheel up your nose was a good idea?

I'm genuinely curious."

I grabbed a pair of long tweezers from

the instrument table beside me. He started

talking like a hook line and sinker.

"Well… I was at the park playing with

my friends…"

He winced as I guided the tweezers in,

his right eye going half lidded as he

gritted his teeth.

"They dared me! They dared me!"

I pulled out the small wheel along with

the truth. I set it on a clean napkin

and held it up so he could see it —

still covered in boogers and a little

blood from how deep it had gone.

"So uh… you want it back?"

He looked at me like he had just received

the most important life lesson of his

existence. I closed my eyes and smiled,

then produced a grape flavored lollipop

from my coat pocket.

"For coming clean and being a good boy.

Now let's go find your mom and get you

some food."

I gave him a clean napkin to blow his

nose, rinsed it with safe disinfectant

solution, and we left the patient room

together to meet his mother in the hall.

"Come on. I haven't eaten yet either."

The mother and her son sat in their own

booth in the cafeteria. Jessica ordered

my usual while sipping on her peanut

butter iced coffee with whipped Nutella.

GRUMBLE

"Oof!"

I covered my stomach with both arms from

embarrassment.

"Hahaha!"

Jessica laughed at me like she was looking

for a reason to get fired. Before I could

lash back my waiter rushed over with food

like his life depended on it. He had green

skin and pitch black eyes that looked like

a cloudless night sky. His hair was kept

in long black braids — each loop so clean

he looked like he had just left the salon.

"Princess! Sorry for the delay but as

usual your order is the biggest one."

I had stopped denying how much I ate ever

since Belzagus put me on this new demon

diet during training. He always said I

needed to eat more because of my weaker

frame compared to male demons in this

world. Like — little brother I get it,

you wrote the story and we're both trapped

in it. But he is such a no nonsense pain

in the head.

"Ritchie you already know me since your

first day. Just talk to me casual already!"

I grabbed my fork and started eating like

I hadn't seen food in days. Ritchie stared

at me with that look — the one that said

he was trying to be a better person but

couldn't quite get there. He sighed and

placed my giant smoothie down. The one

Belzagus made sure Ritchie served me

every single time I came in.

"My name is Alan. I've told you this

so many times already."

I swallowed my food and pointed my fork

at him like this was somehow his fault.

"You put Ritchie on your resume and

honestly I like it. So you're Ritchie to me."

Ritchie took a slow deep breath like he

had decided not to have this conversation

again.

"Yes… Princess."

I had a warm smile on my face as I ate

without a problem in the world. Sweet

bliss. Filling my stomach to the limit

so I could push through the rest of the

day. I spoke with my mouth full of eggs

and bacon.

"Don't let this moment end…"

TAP TAP

A black crow sat on the window ledge

outside and tapped on the glass with

its beak. Ritchie walked by carrying a

milk crate full of cartons.

"Huh… What's that?"

He turned his head and saw the crow —

wearing a necklace that belonged to the

king himself. He groaned and set the

crate down on the floor. He looked at

1. Then at the crow.

Ritchie walked over and opened the window

slowly, making sure I couldn't hear it.

As usual I would have run the moment I

spotted the crow — but it looked like

Ritchie had just backstabbed me.

SHH-CLUNK

The window opened and the crow spread

its pitch black wings, swallowing the

daylight whole. Its crimson red eyes

locked onto me immediately.

FWOOM FWOOM

I heard wings in the air but Jessica

started talking loudly — like she was

deliberately trying to drown out the

incoming danger flapping straight toward me.

Ritchie disappeared into the back kitchen

to restock inventory and left the window

wide open behind him.

"So about the next patient—"

I finished my food and my smoothie while

Jessica kept talking.

TAP TAP

"Huh. What was that?"

Jessica stopped talking and sat peacefully

in her seat, sipping her iced coffee like

nothing was happening. Then my father's

voice came from behind me — but I couldn't

sense him actually being here. Belzagus

had taught me how to sense danger. It was

an ability from my mother's side of the

family — one she hadn't inherited. One

I had.

"My fierce daughter… When you are done

with work tonight please return home.

We need to have a meeting."

I turned around. My father's crow was

perched on top of the booth wall like

it had already made itself at home. It

turned its head left and right scanning

the room — its eyes moving across every

person sitting and eating, listening into

our conversation. I groaned and slumped

into my seat. The window to escape was

already gone. And no — I'm not talking

about the window Ritchie left open.

"Can you be a normal father for once?

I have a cell phone you know?"

The crow's eyes glowed deep crimson as

it answered with a sly tone.

"You always leave me on seen."

I looked over at Jessica. She sat there

quietly sipping her coffee with a cheeky

smile like everything was going exactly

according to her plan.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah… I'll be there."