A Modern Day Demon King

The city's morning sounds were a dull hum against the backdrop of Reyn's quiet apartment. Blue-green eyes, heavy with sleep, fluttered open, betraying a flicker of something ancient and weary beneath their surface. A sigh escaped her lips as she reached for her glasses on the nightstand, the familiar weight of them settling on her nose.

"Time for work," she mumbled, the words feeling foreign in her mouth. She was Reyn Mephistopheles, CPA. Not Reyn Valerius Maximanious the IV, Demon King. Not anymore.

She slid out of bed, the cool floor a stark contrast to the warmth of her sheets. The scent of coffee from a neighbor's apartment drifted through her window, mingling with the faint, metallic tang that only she could detect – the scent of dormant mana in the concrete jungle. It was just another day, another performance of normalcy in a world that had forgotten magic.