Moonaisy

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!



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Demons in the Mirror

The door burst open as a man in a messy suit ran inside. His face was full of panic as he stood before Alfred's desk. With a face as white as snow, he tried to compose himself in front of the president.


"What is it?" Alfred looked up from the paper in his hands with disinterest. His hazel eyes coldly stared at the man as he continued. "If this is about you trying to interrogate my daughter for befriending Axel Vergessene, I will fire you."


The man looked startled at his statement before clearing his voice. "N-no sir, it's about your wife."


Alfred's grip on the paper tightened to the point that his nails turned white. The edge of the sheet crumpled when the man tried to stay calm at the mention of Isabella.


"What about my dead wife?" He asked tautly. He deepened his gaze at the man like a blade that would cut the man's head off.


A Payment : Part 1