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Demons in the Mirror

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! __________ Want to be friends? Discord: Moonaisy#4684

Moonaisy · Fantasia
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141 Chs

Just Like Their Fathers : Part 2

Cain jerked away, eyes twitching as he felt the hand on his wrist tighten. He became aware of his surroundings. The night had befallen the world. No sounds were surrounding them; it was too quiet.

The forest rustled as his little brother pulled the older one along with him. Sweats started to form on Cain's forehead, dry heaving as he tried to follow the teen.

"Where are we going, Raziel?! Stop it!" Choked the older Vergessene, labored breaths went out of his mouth.

"Raziel, stop! Where are we going? Please, stop. You are bleeding." Cain begged. He did not know the person in front of him. But then again, did he ever know his little brother at all?

They walked and walked and walked. Cain did not know for how long. It could have been hours, and it did feel like it. He did not know how deep they had been in this forest and how the atmosphere around them changed.