There are exactly three reasons why I hate Tuesdays.
First-period calculus with Mr. Sato’s voice that sounds like soone boiling socks in a rice cooker.
The cafeteria serves sothing called "Mystery Egg Surprise" which should be a felony.
My dad got remarried... to a woman who may or may not be the Queen of Hell.
Let’s start with number three.
[Scene: Kitchen – Present Day – 6:32 a.m.]
The morning was quiet. Too quiet. Like that creepy stillness before a horror movie jump scare, or when your mom checks your browser history.
I shuffled into the kitchen, half-asleep and fully regretting my existence.
Then I saw her.
Lilith.
My new stepmother.
Standing barefoot in the middle of our cramped Tokyo apartnt kitchen, wearing one of Dad’s button-down shirts. White. Oversized. Just barely long enough to be legal.
Her skin practically glowed, like it had its own soft light filter. Long black hair curled down her back like a villainess from an ani. And she was staring at the toaster.
"Is it dead?" she asked softly.
"Huh?" I blinked. "It’s... a toaster?"
"It offended ," she said flatly. "It dared to insult my eggs."
"What—"
Before I could blink, she raised her hand. Her fingernails shimred like obsidian. A tiny fla flicked to life on her fingertip.
FWOOOOOSH.
Our toaster exploded into a ball of magical fire. Crumbs rained down like demonic ash. The smoke alarm scread in terror.
Lilith didn’t flinch. She smirked, then casually sipped from a teacup.
I stared at the smoldering ruins of our once-loyal kitchen appliance. "That was... excessive."
"Your mortal technology is insolent," she said with a shrug. "And those eggs were disrespectfully undercooked."
That’s when I rembered.
I live with her now.
The woman my dad married last week. The one he t on an "international dating site" that looked suspiciously like it was run by warlocks. She was gorgeous. She was charming. She slled like lavender and doom.
And—small detail—I’m pretty sure she’s a demon.
[Flashback: One Week Ago – The Wedding]
"Dad, are you seriously marrying soone you’ve known for three weeks?" I whispered.
My father, the ever-optimistic engineer, bead like he just invented microwaved sushi.
"Son, when you know, you know! Plus, she makes amazing spicy pancakes."
That didn’t explain the way birds dropped dead when she walked past them, or how her shadow sotis had horns.
She wore a black wedding dress that sparkled like a dying star. When she kissed him, I swear I heard Gregorian chanting and a goat scream in the distance.
[Back to Present – Kitchen]
"You can’t just incinerate appliances," I muttered, pouring myself cereal. "This is a rental. The landlord’s already suspicious about the glowing pentagram in the hallway."
"I was cleansing the threshold," she said sweetly. "So many human germs. And curses. And unpaid Netflix bills."
I sat down, ntally preparing myself for another normal, definitely-not-magical breakfast. Lilith placed a new plate in front of —perfect sunny-side-up eggs shaped like a smiley face.
"Here, Kazuki. Eat. You’ll need strength."
"Strength... for what?"
She leaned in close, red eyes glowing faintly. Her voice dropped to a whisper:
"School."
I nearly choked on my milk.
[Scene: Kazuki’s Internal Monologue – On the Way to School]
Okay. Let’s summarize.
My dad is blissfully unaware he married a magical being.
My new stepmom is either a demon, an ancient sorceress, or a very committed cosplayer.
She keeps calling "beloved son," but she says it like she’s mocking in Latin.
And worst of all?
I think she’s trying to help.
Yesterday she summoned a floating eyeball to "watch over " at school. I spent thirty minutes trying to convince my classmates it was a new model of drone. One girl scread and dropped her bubble tea.
The worst part?
She’s hot.
Like, villainess-who-definitely-steps-on-people kind of hot.
And when she calls "darling," I forget basic math.
[Scene: Later That Night – Kazuki’s Bedroom]
KNOCK KNOCK.
"...Who is it?"
"Your loving mother."
I opened the door a crack.
She was standing there in a satin robe, holding a cup of sothing glowing purple.
"I brewed you a sleep potion. It’ll help with your nightmares about the flaming raccoon from last night."
That wasn’t a nightmare. That actually happened.
"I’m good, thanks," I said quickly, avoiding eye contact.
She leaned in, whispering just loud enough for to hear.
"If any imp tries to haunt you, tell them you’re under my protection. That should scare them off."
"Imps?"
"Yes. Your school is infested. Honestly, I should co with you tomorrow."
I slamd the door gently but firmly.
Then locked it. Twice.
[Scene: Lilith’s POV – Outside the Room]
Lilith smiled to herself.
"He’s blushing. That’s progress."
She turned and vanished into the hallway, the shadows curling behind her like smoke.
[Scene: Kazuki Lying Awake]
My life used to be normal.
Wake up. Go to school. Pretend to study. Avoid embarrassing nosebleeds when cute girls sat too close.
Now?
Now I live with a forr demon queen who thinks school cafeterias are "feeding pits for low-tier goblins."
I have no idea what tomorrow holds.
But sothing tells ... this is just the beginning.
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