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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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It's Family Day : Part 1

Kiaran stood on top of a hidden building within the forest in silence. The wind fought with him, blowing his dark hair and black trench coat. A mask adorned half of his face as his sapphire eyes stared down at the dancing leaves below him.

The half-moon was in sight, watching the mercenary standing alone on top of a rooftop. It shined through the night, high up in the sky as the world went to sleep. It just stood there, stalking the humans with its beauty.

The mercenary looked up to the moon for a second, letting his blue eyes meet with the beautiful white light that it stole from the sun. When he diverted his gaze, the teen who was often mistaken as an adult jogged his way to the edge of the rooftop.

He looked down at one of the windows and scanned it. A sideways smile tugged on his lips behind his black mask as he took out his rope gun. The mercenary took a few steps behind slowly before sprinting to the edge and jumping into the air.