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

Elias dreamed he was drowning in laundry.

Socks wrapped around his neck like constricting snakes. A button-up shirt tried to strangle him with one arm while the other pointed accusatorily at the laundry basket. Somewhere, a demonic sweater cackled as it grew five sleeves and declared itself king.

Then came the scream.

He bolted upright, tangled in his blanket, heart hammering.

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"ELIAS!"

It was barely past dawn. Light filtered in through the crooked shutters of their shared apartment in the capital's student quarters. Outside, the street was mercifully quiet—save for a distant rooster already regretting its life choices.

Inside, chaos.

More specifically: a fourteen-year-old girl having a full-blown identity crisis.

Revantra burst out of the small bathroom in a swirl of towel, flailing arms, and pure existential horror.

"I HAVE HIPS!"

Elias squinted, still bleary. "What?"