Demons in the Mirror - Chapter 120

“When this whole play end, I will take Axel back.” Demon Kiaran added confidently, smirking at him.

“We’ll see who take him back first- wait, no.” Blue-eyed Kiaran returned the smirk with a mocking grin. “-he’s already mine.”

“Yours is gone, demon.”

The winged demon flared open his wings and stared at his counterpart with a challenging look for the last time. He got ready to take off and sent a kind, knowing smile at him.

“We’ll see.”

He flew away, knowing that he had gotten Axel back from the beginning. Right when he saw that boy in the mirror, Kiaran made the perfect play he could ever create.

He smiled as his red eyes glinted, the kind of glint of someone that he knew he had won.

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Kiaran was desperate.

The demon had been desperate to get Axel back when the boy had died. He searched for answer upon answers, trying to seek how to bring a dead person back to life.

So when he received an opportunity to actually get him back, he gave everything he could to restart everything.

And so he saw an opportunity. At first, he was blinded by the urge to only take him back. He did not care whether the boy was human or had an entirely different memory about his family.

And that was the problem.

He realized it as he planned to kidnap- uh, take the boy back. He needed something to modify the boy to be their Axel. To be perfect.

Lord gave him a second chance, and he would kill the lord if he hadn’t given him one.

Kiaran was not in the right mind. He realized it after he changed Axel to be a demon like them. He was kind of expecting wings, but maybe that was enough.

And so he realized it was not enough.

“You were afraid to lose your Axel, so you tried to ask someone or maybe something for power to change me,” Axel stated that day, catching Kiaran off guard.

“But I am human, I am not a demon.” Axel grew tired looking at Kiaran, so he looked away to the window, looking right to the moon.

“You loved him so much that you tried to make me something I am not.” The boy kept talking, slapping facts within the air as his eyes wandered off outside.

“A demon.” The words felt bitter for both of them.

Kiaran finally realized that being a demon was not enough. Because no matter how much he tried to believe that the boy was his brother, he wasn’t. But he needed something to deny. He needed him back.

He always needed Axel back.

He did not care if this was not actually a second chance. Kiaran would make it into one even if it meant that he would burn the entire world.

“Don’t be Zeus.” The boy specified, squeezing the eyes shut, then opening them wide in an effort to stay awake. “You’re jealous of the human world, and you wanted to change it.”

Axel tilted his head, making his fluffy black hair bounce to the right a little. “What makes you different than Zeus, Kiaran?”

Zeus was jealous. But he failed to get the thing he wanted to get. And there he was, sitting beside Axel’s bed. He got the boy back.

He was not Zeus. He was better.

He finally understood, right then and there. Various plans went along his mind. By keeping Axel here, it was still not enough. He still needed another plan.

You see, here was what his human counterpart did not have.

The pain of losing his little brother. That made him more superior than the human. Because his human counterpart only wanted a glorious play.

And he wanted a rewritten play. A second chance. Because he had reached the end of Axel’s story, and he would turn it to be longer, he would refuse an ending by rewriting everything.

Kiaran realized that his counterpart was the exact same thing as his old self. He was the same as the demon back then when he had not experienced the pain of losing something impossible to lose.

Kiaran also realized that Axel would meet his end, too, no matter what. Then his human counterpart would finally go through the same thing. If it was the other way around, he knew the human would snatch the demon Axel away.

A plot twist is the most important thing in a play. But what if you had a plot twist to cover another twist that contained the core twist?

Oh, how great the play would be.

“Are you Eos or Zeus, then? Tell me.” Axel breathed roughly. His red eye glazed with heaviness.

“Tell me a story.”

Oh, Kiaran would not only tell him a story, he would make him a story.

So finally, the demon realized yet again. He would make the best story, the best play for Axel.

He knew his human counterpart’s plan. He knew the witch’s plan. He just had to put two and two together. He would go along with the human, he would go along by being the Kiaran who had lost his touch, who didn’t have any plan because he was blinded by the thought of having Axel back.

Then he met the mysterious man. He did not know who he was, he did not know the man’s identity. But apparently, he wished for the downfall of the human counterpart of his family.

Kiaran calculated so many things. He could not put the mysterious blindfolded man into his plan. He could not ‘play’ the man, making him his marionette.

Kiaran had always hated things that could not fall under his control. Except for the knight boy, he was annoyed but then it became a challenge to face Valerian.

But he found out that the blindfolded man was a great threat. Because the man knew all his plans, it was as if he was his third counterpart or even a better version of him.

Though, he would take the chance to work with him. They had the same yet different purpose. The blindfolded man knew that the arrow that he would shoot at the boy would not kill. Because the boy had become a human and a demon at the same time.

The human part of the boy would wither away within time. The death only stopped his human heart, and he would wake up with some cracking skin, but he would still be ‘alive’.

The blindfolded man did not want to kill the human family. He just wanted them to feel despair.

Kiaran took the plan because he gambled about the blindfolded man. He knew the man was dangerous, but then again, he knew the man had future plans. Their meeting would not end like this.

But Kiaran had better things to do. So he came to Zack, staring at the awkward naive man with things in his mind. The two pairs of red eyes stared at each other, one with black hair and the other was a brunette with freckles.

Zack had said one time that his power was about memory. He could see other people’s memory if he wanted to. But Kiaran knew better.

“I want you to manipulate my brother’s memory,” Kiaran said without giving Zack a single greeting.

“I- what the fuck?” The brunette stuttered. It seemed like he was surprised that Kiaran knew about his power.

“Dude. That’s-” He paused, wrinkling his nose before staring at the taller guy again. “You changed him into a demon, and now you want to manipulate his memory? What? You want to put the memory of your brother into that human?”

Zack was only joking. But when Kiaran did not answer and only deadly stared at him, the brunette sighed.

“This seems fuck up, not going to lie.” Zack brushed his hair back, frustrated. This was going too far.

“So can you do it or not, informant?” Kiaran tugged his brow, wings shifted a little.

“It’s not easy to rewrite memory. You, Adreanna, and your father have to be there, being his core memory. I need three of you’s help.” The brunette fiddled anxiously with his fingers.

“You have to endure it.” He continued, explaining to the Vergessene even more, trying to tell the risk. “You have to repeat everything if it doesn’t work.”

“Until it works. A cycle to make the human believe it’s where he belongs.” He tried to explain more, simply to make sure if the Vergessene was insane enough to do this.

Which Zack knew that of course, he was insane enough to do it. The person in front of him was a mad man, a Machiavellian.

“It could take so many tries. Hundreds, thousands.” He glanced at the man again, trying to shove down the headache of knowing that he would possibly faint for using this big of power.

“-because we are rewriting a memory.”

Kiaran’s eyes were unwavering. The blood colour eyes gazed at Zack as if the demon hadn’t heard the risk and Zack’s explanation. The sun gave the Vergessene a spotlight, shining behind him as the brunette blindly stared.

“I can take one million or billion tries.”