I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)

There are certain things you don't expect to wake up to.

A rooster serenading your window in falsetto? Weird, but manageable.

Your demon daughter levitating six inches above the couch and muttering ancient curses in her sleep? Worrisome, but it's happened.

But waking up to the distinct sound of divine chanting and the smell of burning incense wafting through your front yard?

Yeah. That one's new.

I bolted upright on the sofa, nearly toppling the half-dozing Rhea from my lap. Her small body slumped against my shoulder, still warm, her tail wrapped around my arm like a safety belt.

The front door was glowing.

Glowing.

And not in the warm, "I baked cookies and used fire magic again" kind of way.

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No—this was divine glow. Clerical. Righteous.

The oh-no-the-holy-temple-found-us kind of glow.