Moonaisy

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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

"What?" Alea croaked. The woman deepened her frown, staring at the two counterparts back and forth with a stiff posture.


She warily looked around, quickly shielding her best friends' bodies. Her dark brown eyes, which almost looked like black, widened. She needed to do something.


"I've handled your counterpart, don't worry." Demon Kiaran smirked and threw the witch hat from his coat to the ground. "You really do think I'd let your counterpart take my mother's body willingly like this trash?"


"I'm your counterpart, demon. If I'm trash, you're the worst version of it." Human Kiaran chimed in and raised his head without looking at the demon.


"How am I the worst version again?" The demon croaked and flared open his wings in irritation.


"Because I'm superior to you?" The mercenary easily answered and shrugged. Before his counterpart managed to talk more, the blue-eyed teen quickly continued.


"Anyway, old lady. Here's how it's going to go. You'll-"


Another World Burn : Part 7