Lash reflection

I looked up from the drawer into the room's mirror, and found myself facing not my reflection, but Lasciel's image instead, angelic and lovely and poised. "The perverted little creep has a point, my host," she said.
I jabbed a finger at the mirror and said, "Bob is my little creep, and the only one who gets to call him names is me. Now go away."
"Ah," Lasciel said, and the image faded to translucence, my own reflection appearing to replace it. "Fascinating, though," she added, just before vanishing, "that boyfriend Nelson bears quite the striking physical resemblance to you."
Then she was gone. Dammit. Stupid demons. Always with the last word.


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