Demon Lord, we...well...kind of Lost your Body...
The Demon Lord to a sight that he was still having some trouble dealing with, that sight being a rather large bedroom with lots of pink and stuffed animals that seemed as if they had multiplied like tribbles from Star Trek. Of all the bodies that might have been used, he was stuck with that of a high school girl who obvious held on a little too much to her childhood. He knew it was not entirely his subordinates fault, after all he needed a body which had lost its mind and as she was the only brain-dead and alive patient at the time, well it could not be helped. Of course it was still his subordinates fault for not finding his body before his mind-keeping jar was about to break from holding his esteemed countenance for so long.
In any event, he had to get used to the fact he was now a girl, who had had a life, family, friends, and lived in this very different modern day world full of devices and contraptions that often put even the best of magic to shame, such as the cell-phone, quite a marvelous device for communication meaning he no longer had to take up necessary mental capacity to have mind connections with his key subordinates like in the old days. There were many other things too such as cars, computers, and institutions such as the school Irene was required to attend, and therefore he had to. There were so many things he had to catch up on just to function normally in this strange new time, but his vast intellect at least had stayed with him and already he had become proficient in most modern things.
The Demon Lord slipped out of the over-sized bed which he had to admit, was more comfortable than any bed he had slept on during his reign, and stood in front of a full-body mirror with silver edging. "Oh yes, the perfect figure to strike fear in the hearts of my enemies..." He sarcastically commented as stared at Irene Kingsley's body, not caring that she was only in her underwear. It was such a, sheltered body really, smooth skin, almost no calouses on her hands or feet, frankly it almost appeared as if she had been kept behind a glass case like a porcelin doll. She had quite well endowed proportions for a young girl, people sure grew up different from when he reigned, people became adults much faster for one and it did not take long to loose one's youthful features, it was truly a different time period. He was fairly certain Irene Kingsley was what one would call, exceedingly cute, which was mos certainly not a demon lord's trait but since he was in hiding, he supposed it was actually a bonus, though he had been nearly overwhelmed when he first 'returned' to school and he, or rather Irene, had been crushed under the weight of tearful guys and girls who welcomed Irene's return to life, ironically not realizing that they were congratulating the return of the Demon Lord.
Of course now was not the time to enamoured with the current age's ability to produce beautiful females and he had to get ready. Irene took a shower, ate breakfast, brushed her teeth, combed her hair, etc. There was a certain ritual young females had to go through each morning it seemed and he had to do his best to fit into that norm. There were several good things about his situation, first off, it appeared that the Kingsley family had quite a bit of money which was useful, but there was a limit to the amount of money Irene could use, no doubt it was the parent's way of trying to get there daughter to be smart with her money for the future, but thankfully it did appear that he could save up the money for something big later, though often his weakness for sweets made him 'loose' a few bucks every so often as he devoured yet another outlandish sweet, of which the current world seem to have no limit to.
Another advantage was that both of Irene's parents were quite busy, meaning that he was forced to interact with them only so often, though the times they did spend with her could be quite suffocating, obviously trying to make up for time lost while she was in a coma. By the way they acted, there was little doubt that Irene loved her parents quiet dearly so it was not like he could just ignore them when they wanted to have some family time. There was also a very useful third advantage to this body, Irene Kingsley had kept a diary.
Having access to her diary was a gift from the heavens, so to speak. As he had to take over a body which no longer had a mind or personality, the only real things he got from the previous mind was muscle memory, and skills of a more reflexive nature. Thanks to her diary, the Demon Lord was able to reconstruct a fairly good image of what Irene had been like, what were her likes, dislikes, relationships, friendships, and so on. He could still blame certain 'memory loss' to the shock of the accident and the brain turama but could still seem at least somewhat similar to the Irene from before and fit back in with her classmates.
Of course, there was also the problem of finding out where he body was, as there was school and schoolwork, his time was limited to after school and the weekends to effectively search. There was thankfully one very special advantage programmed into the various 'clues' that were scattered about, and that was to search out the demon lord. Of course this did not mean that he could just sit around and wait for the clues to fall into his lap, but they were have a tendency to at least get close enough to his current location for them to be viable to search for, heck even the Demon Lord did not know exactly how it worked but it would not doubt make it possible for him to be Irene Kingsley while searching for those clues.
Soon Irene Kingsley was out the door, with school bags in hand. Today was a nice sunny Friday, which meant a shorter school day a prelude to a hopefully great weekend. The school was a bit far from where she lived so she had quite an expensive looking street bike to ride to school. It would not take her long to arrive, then she just had to get through the day so that she could meet up with her subordinates to plan their next search, until then though, it was time to live as Irene Kingsley would.