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{On Hiatus} Everyone had the exact replica of themselves in the mirror. It was just the shadow of yourself, a shape of a person imitating your every move. What if I tell you, the mirror was just a barrier for another world- for another copy of you? Another copy you would be terrified to see. A demon version of you. Every people in this world had a counterpart. Everyone had a demon of their own, living freely of their will in the world inside their mirror. The exact replica, yet different stories they were living. Different conflicts, different choices, and different endings. The Vergessene family always had been the strongest of both worlds. The family of the strongest criminals in the human world and the family of the strongest anarchists in the demon world. Different yet the same. Both of the worlds weren’t supposed to be aware of one another. Both worlds weren’t supposed to cross with each other. But the demon version of the Vergessene family lost their youngest one. He died at an early age, too young to leave the world; he never made it past seventeen. Until they found out their youngest one had the exact replica of himself and snatched the human version of him away. __________ Take notes that this is a slow-burn novel, so it's going to be slow :D Also, this novel is really dark. This is a found family with forced adoption. You can clearly see from the synopsis that the family is really messed up. Trigger warnings for manipulations (A LOT of them), blood, body horror, graphic fighting, unhealthy relationships, panic attacks, anxiety, PTSD, depression, dehumanization, suicide, and swearing. Anyway, enjoy your stay in this book!
There were two different worlds with the exact same faces. One was human, and the other was a demon.
They were meant to be separated, never crossed with one another, living their own life with choices of their own.
Each world had its own story, tragedy, and calamity. Mirroring their own movement with each other and ironically separated by a mirror.
Humans would look at the mirror for its reflection, unaware of what was on the other side. Demons would ignore the mirror for its futile, unaware of what was on the other side.
Corruptions, manipulations, and wars danced with the two worlds, surrounding them with the music of tragedies and deaths. Everyone was hungry for power and thirsty for blood just to vomit them and yearned for them more.
Though some were just trying to live in the bitter world they slept through, watching their own world with the colored glasses of a rainbow to ignore the red of blood and the black of corruption.
Humans fought with their minds and with their dirty hands covered with clean expensive gloves. Men with positions would win, and those who had no power would obey. The rich became richer, and the poor stayed poor.
Demons fought with their power and with their bloody hands covered with those they killed. Demons with positions would win, and those who had no power would obey. The strong became stronger, and the weak stayed weak.
That was when the Vergessene family stepped in.
Oh no, no, you were wrong. They were no heroes. They were the living nightmare of those with positions and the monster of those without power.
In the human world, they were criminals. They operated behind the scene, hidden from the world.
The head of the family, the father, was a hitman. He killed anyone for a lot of money, going blind for those he killed. You would be fooled by his kind smile and gentleness, finding warmth within his presence.
The oldest child, the only daughter, was an assassin. She killed the important people of the society, taking down the governments. You would be fooled by her beauty and coldness, finding yourself staring at her without knowing.
The second child, the first son, was a mercenary. He was hired to take part in an armed conflict, fighting for money just like his father but never got his hand bloody. You would be fooled by his charisma and sweet words, finding trust in his lies.
The youngest child, the last son, was a murderer. He did the dirty job for his brother, killing the people his brother ordered him to. You would be fooled by his nervous smile and clumsiness, finding naiveness inside him.
In the demon world, they were anarchists. They operated on the scene, exposed to the world.
The head of the family, the father, was the leader. His presence would make anyone tremble in fear, fluttering open his wing, and he would send people miles away. You would see his kind smile and gentleness, knowing how deadly those façade was.
The oldest child, the only daughter, was the fighter. She killed for the family, showing off her beautiful wing just to devour you. You would see her beauty and coldness, knowing how you would die staring at her beautiful presence.
The second child, the first son, was the brain. He planned their attacks for the family, hiding his wing just to show up unexpectedly. You would feel his charisma and sweet words, knowing the manipulation of each word he spoke.
The youngest child, the last son, was different. He ran away from his family, hating his wing because it reminded him of them. You would see his nervous smile and clumsiness, knowing the fragile heart inside him.
Different worlds, different stories, different choices, and a different ending.
The demon world lost the youngest child of the Vergessene family. The family mourned. They kept mourning and mourning every day, every second. They would do anything to get him back.
Mirror was perfect, showing your true self within it. The thing was, no matter how perfect a mirror was, you would always find a crack inside.
The demons found them,
And they became the demons in the mirror.
