Moonaisy

{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.



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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!

Demons in the Mirror

"Hey, ugly assassin!" A young teen rushed her way to a certain assassin wearing a red porcelain mask.


"Wait for me!" The teen yelled again, trying to catch up with the said assassin. Her long bob hair, which was the same colour as the assassin's, bounced around as she ran.


Round glasses with a bright pink colour adorned her eyes that had pupils as deep as the void. The colour of her glasses matched her leather slit hooded dress. There was an attached darker pink studded arm wrap and hoodie alongside a black waist clincher.


It was quite flashy, but don't blame her taste.


Her over-the-knee black boots clanked with the ground when the teen breathlessly ran to the assassin.


"How the fuck is she so fast-" She paused for a moment before continuing to try to catch up with the assassin again.


"Ugly assassin! Hey!" She finally managed to catch up with her who had already stopped walking for a while.


A Debt : Part 3