Reflection


The crown is lost. The queen remains. Buried beneath flesh that isn't truly hers. This human form is temporary. A cage, yes, but cages can be broken. An inconvenience on the path back to what she was, what she will be again. Mephistopheles will rise. When she does, her wrath will burn without mercy. Every insult. Every humiliation. Every moment spent powerless in this fragile body. They will all be answered. But for now, she waits. Plays the part. A little human vacation, she tells herself.

The throne will call her home again...

It has to.