Return of the King

Finishing cleaning the floor I looked at my reflection. Two small horns protrude from my forehead with a small edge. My horns are stark white and the length of half a pinky. My skin has a pinkish hue and my lips small and ample. My hair sways back and forth from the middle of my back. My stature small but lean making me seem young and innocent. My clothes are simply designed maid uniform. This is me a small girl who is supposed to be leading a war. Unable to because of ignorance youth and weakness. That's mean ex Demoness. Someone who was supposed to lead but cannot. Damn, why can't I even look my age?

Looking down ad my nonexistent curves I scold myself while mumbling, "short no curves and supposed to be an adult. I look like a child or a giant doll that supposed to look like a little girl." Shaking my head I grab the cart that is behind me throwing the rag into the cleaning solution. With that, I reach into the stack of poles in the hamper and pull out a vacuum. *BANG*...*BANG*...*BANG* Looking up from what I was doing I knew at once I had to hurry and make myself presentable.

The reason why. It's obvious all because of one thing or should I say, person. The Demon King has returned from the frontlines. Hiding the cart in an area where the maids keep all the tools when the king arrives. I closed the door and straightened my skit making sure there is no speck of dust on it. then I stand up straight for a moment when I saw him. The King ruler of all our demons. As soon as I saw the king I bowed. My back felt stiff as a board I almost thought I would accidentally do a toe touch with My face if I fell. I didn't though and maintained that stance.

That's when the king saw me and did something that surprised me. The king looked at me and stopped in his steps. He spoke with his voice that made me feel the need to hide, "Raise your head Mortem Himmel Puso Tanin." Mentally screaming don't say my name it is stupid I'm not any of it. The reason why it is stupid in all four languages for my name it if translated to one language it means death sky heart dragon. Who names their child that. I hate my name it sucks. Raising my head I wanted to die in that instant sense the king knew my stupid name. Why does he know my name in the first place? Yes, he pays me but the person who chooses and hires or even fires us is not him but someone else. Why does he know me?