The mirror was now in place, where it had once been missing from the vanity. And the reflection staring back at me wasn’t an unfamiliar one. My eyes, my long golden-brown waves, my black dress, the dips of my elegant curves. I was the same except it wasn’t me… or it was… but I had black and twisted horns protruding from the top of my head. Her. I’d seen her on Halloween after the Baphomet’s attack. She’d sat on a throne then, and she’d looked so sure, so like me but so not me at the same time…
