I bump into a wall... or at least something hard. Great. I'm already making progress here.
I catch a glimpse at the wall, and my face turns pale.
A guy.
A hot guy.
I BUMPED INTO A HOT GUY ON MY FIRST FRICKEN DAY.
"Going somewhere, sweetheart?" He whispers while holding me from catching me because I fell.
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"You can sit in the 3rd row, next to the window," Ms Carson said as I walked over to my seat.
I look at the guy sitting next to me and look at his face. But instead, I am met with a pair of pretty green orbs.
I think the guy caught me staring because he suddenly starts to lean over.
"Something wrong, princess?" He whispers while smirking and I blush. 
Why can't he smile properly?!?
"No, I was just thinking of something.." I reply while covering my face and facing the front.
"You look cute when you blush,"
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Alison Barlow. A nerdy 16-year old tomboy girl with ten annoying brothers. When she was 7, she had to go to a private school to better her manners. For a girl who has been in a private school for most of her life; how will she do at a public school with her four popular brothers?
Zackary (Zack) McConnel. A friendly, caring guy who plays Soccer. Other than a broken family, his brother coming out of jail and his only other family being his Aunt, how bad can it be? His view of Alison is a friend,  but can it become something more?
Hunter Kings. He's a complete Bad Boy, who plays Basketball for the school, looks after his little sister because his dad is never home and his mum has to work; he just happens to live next door. Hunter views Alison as a nerd who likes to have fun and enjoy herself, but he still can't figure her out.
Both boys enter her life at the same time, but when the time comes, who will she choose?
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I POST AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK

What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

Raia felt a prickling sensation on her forehead as soon as she stepped inside the house. Others seemed to have experienced it too by the way the last two people who entered before her—Dean and Lester—were unconsciously touching the center of their brows. No one was speaking about it so maybe they'd already dismissed it as something unimportant. 
 She couldn't blame them. The welcoming ambience of the interiors was distracting. It smelled of aged wood and floor wax. Everything was clean and impeccably arranged, the polished floors would've passed as mirrors themselves. One could stand in the doorway and get a clear view of every essential facility in the first floor. 
 White curtains hung over the two huge jalousie windows in the living room, their fabric was thin enough to allow a good amount of sunlight to stream through. The set of furnitures were pretty basic, but that only made the entire space seem completely breathable and relaxing.
 Her heart leaped as the door closed behind her like a thunderclap. For a moment, she felt as though she'd left a piece of her outside.
 "Mister Rudy's wife will be here in a few minutes to prepare our dinner," Sarah said, referring to the old man from earlier. "You guys want to go upstairs now? I'll show you the rooms." She motioned to the curved wooden staircase beside the hallway connected to the dining room.
 "You girls just leave your bags here. We'll take care of them," Dean offered, from which Michael had grumbled, "Wait dude, we will?" 
 They all shuffled their feet, dragging their travel bags and suitcases near the foot of the stairs, their wheels skidding across the wooden floor.
 A crease formed between Raia's eyebrows. Her shoulder bag was one thing, since she'd been carrying it with her the whole time, but how come she couldn't remember bringing her suitcase in? Come to think of it, she couldn't recall the others walking through the door holding their bigger bags either—just the ones already strapped around their bodies.
 Did the caretaker bring the rest of their luggage in all on his own? But she didn't see him. And it was as if these bags had magically appeared under their grasp. 
 "Oh thank you guys," Rachel and Trisha said at the same time and they both giggled.
 Raia ran a hand across the side of her neck, confused, but she still scooched her suitcase next to the others. She stepped away and threw a befuddled gaze at the door. Just how exhausted was she?
 "Rai, let's go upstairs. Let's leave the boys here." Trisha called out, waving a hand in the air.
 "Since when did the girls lose their two hands?" Michael muttered in sarcasm as she walked past them. 
 Lester slapped Michael's arm. "Stop whining like a babe, Micks. Carrying bags won't kill you." He bent over to grasp the handle of the two biggest suitcases, and Raia failed to resist feasting her eyes on those biceps.
 "Dude, my back will."
 "How old are you?" Lester looked up, scrunching up his face. He caught her staring at him and her cheeks burned hot in an instant. She looked away and hastened toward the stairs. Her heart raced like crazy as she made it upstairs. She seriously needed to learn how to control her reactions, otherwise, one of these days, people would figure out her silly crush on Lester.
 And that would be freakin' awkward for sure.
 A long narrow hallway greeted them upstairs, floorboards squeaking underfoot. Raia's eyes widened in astonishment. Sarah's grandmother surely had some sick fetish here. Rows of mirrors hung on either walls, all in various shapes and frame designs. There were flat and concave ones, and most of them were retro style. 
 "Is your grandmother a collector? I feel like I'm in an art gallery or something." Rachel said with amusement. 
 "No offense, Sarah, but this kinda creeps me out." Trisha wasn't wrong about that, considering the goosebumps racing up Raia's arms. These mirrors felt like they were trying to steal a chunk of her soul.
 "Oh it's fine." Sarah waved her hand dismissively and leaned against the unoccupied portion of the wall. Rachel and Trisha went ahead and examined the mirrors closely as if they were precious artifacts.
 Raia wouldn't touch any of them.
 "It's her obsession, back when she was still normal," Sarah added.
 "Normal, huh?" She winced as her gaze swept around the hallway. "I surely wouldn't want to meet her other version." 
 Sarah stepped toward her and patted her on the shoulder. "Raia dear… you actually remind me of her sometimes." 
 Raia glared at her and Sarah chuckled before ushering them into their rooms. 
 Raia was relieved the room assigned to her hadn't been turned into a mirror museum. She expected she'd be getting a smaller one, but this was surprisingly spacious. The cream-colored canopy bed situated in the middle could easily fit two people. Thank God there were three pillows on it. Anything less and she wouldn't be able to sleep. 
 A tall hardwood cabinet stood next to the doorway, and close to the window was a round table with two wooden chairs. A fan was mounted to the wall opposite the bed and under it was a vintage-looking dresser with an adorable stool shaped like a marshmallow. A white cloth shrouded the dresser's mirror which she would've yanked off if she wasn't already sick of seeing mirrors. 
 She walked over to the open window, warm and fresh afternoon wind pouring through the gaps of the black curved grill. Her fingers ran along the edge of the windowsill, its wooden surface wide enough to be sat on. She could get a partial view of the backyard from up here, spotting a fish net hammock hanging under a massive tree. 
 "Are we really gonna do this now, Babe? We might miss dinner." 
 Raia froze at the clear sound of Trisha's voice as if she was just standing behind her. 
 "A quickie, then?" That was Lester. What the heck? Smooches and giggles filled her ears and she turned, grimacing at the wall separating her room from Lester and Trisha's. How thin is this wall?
 She was about to knock on the wall to check its integrity, but Trisha's loud moan made her stop. 
 "Please tell me this isn't what I'm gonna hear during our entire stay here," she muttered, pursing her lips.
 "Ohh, Babe…"
 "Oh for God's sake!" She threw her hands up and before she could turn her back, she glimpsed traces of figures moving underneath the cloth covering the dresser mirror.

In the late 1990s, a group of spiritual dimension explorers attempted to access the Akashic Plane, the place where all thoughts and events of reality are recorded: past, present, and future. Something went terribly wrong with their quest and they were pulled deeper into the Dark Plane. They had been trapped, bound to the worst demon of all. Now the next generation must find a way to liberate their guild from the eternal curse. Even if it means sacrifices and tragedies in exchange for finding the true Soulbound Breaker.

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WARNING: Multiple Arcs. Multiple POVs. R-18 (sexual content, strong language, sensitive topics, dark/disturbing scenes). I do not intend to preach or offend anyone's beliefs with some of the viewpoints discussed here. The story is set in the Philippines but I’ve tweaked some elements to better tell my story. 

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The characters, plot, settings, and concepts used here are all works of fiction. COVER PHOTO NOT MINE.

FOR OLD READERS: I decided to broaden the scope of the narrative and move the timeline since the story I want to write is more complex than I realized. The arc you've already read and some characters will be edited to better fit the plot. The Blackout premise will be covered within a different timeline.

"Tch."
Mira clicks her tongue as she forms a triangle with her palms after which yellow beams begin to fire out of her mirrors to counter the blades.
The collision between metal and the energy attacks rocks the arena continuously as the participants begin to get riled up by the rather intensifying stakes of the match.
Dan uses the clash as a distraction to move in on Mira's position with the latter seemingly oblivious to that fact as she concentrated on taking out the blades heading towards her.
Dan quickly circled around her with his eyes on the prize but before he could get close a massive beam shoots from the sky and blows up the earth in front of him sending the latter crashing back due to the blast.
Dan turns his attention to the sky to find six distinct mirrors aimed at him.
"I guess she is better than I thought."
Dan thinks to himself with a smirk.
"I'm not like the other fighters you have faced before now. I will not be losing this round."
Mira remarks as she turned all her mirrors in Dan's direction seeing as she had taken care of all the knives shot towards her.
"That is very good."
Dan remarks while nodding his head as he got to his feet.
"Your offense is quite formidable. But then, what about your defense??"
Dan asks as he snaps his fingers after which all the knives that Mira had shot down began to rise up again, floating in mid air due to Dan's manipulation.
"Tch, seriously…"
Mira clicks her tongue as she realizes that she was completely surrounded by the knives.
"How do you plan on evading this??"
Dan asks as he goes on one knee.
"By taking out the source of the attack before he strikes."
Mira remarks as she quickly tries to blast Dan away but then….
"No, you go on the defense."
Dan retorts as he snaps his fingers and the knives immediately shoot towards Mira at supersonic speeds.
"Oh shit."
Mira quickly bends low with her mirrors coming around her to from a protective dome.
The knives smash at the mirrors and the barrage of blades continue with no end in sight.
"Shit he has got Mira pinned down."
Killian thinks to himself as he watched the match with a worried look on his face.
"How do you plan on getting out of this??"
Dan asks as he watched the mirror dome crack under pressure from the incessant knives attacks.
"I can't let him beat me. He has got me pinned just like that crazy girl in the last round. Unfortunately unlike the crazy girl, he doesn't seem to be planning on falling unconscious anytime soon. I need to fight back."
Mira mutters to herself as she tried to keep her mirror wall cohesive so as to prevent any knives from getting through.
"Fine then, I'll do that."
Mira remarks as an idea comes to mind.
"Hopefully it works."
Mira mutters as she slams her palms on the ground.
"Mirāāto : Rifurekushon ( Mirror art : Reflection )."
Mira says.
Just then, the rays of the sun falls heavily on the mirrors surrounding Mira causing Dan to put up a brow.
"Hmm, what's going on??"
Dan thinks to himself as he noticed the rays falling heavily on the mirrors.
Soon after the rays of light are reflected back out twice as strong in an omni directional wave of light that caused everyone in the arena to cover their eyes due to the intense brightness.
Dan is cut off guard by the exceedingly bright glow causing him to release his technique with the knives after which all the knives falls to the ground.
"Shit, what the hell is that??"
Dan thinks to himself as the continues to obscure visibility.
"Nice, it worked. He isn't attacking anymore. Now…."
Mira trails off as she quickly moves in Dan's direction with her mirrors around her.
"I can't see anything."
Dan mutters to himself as he staggered back.
Mira comes within meters of him and places a mirror on his chest after which she yelled in a loud voice.
"Mirāburasuto ( mirror blast )."
The mirror placed on Dan's chest pulses incredibly after which a powerful beam is shot out of it.
The beam slams straight into Dan and sends him flying all the way back into the arena wall, causing a huge explosion that rocked the entire combat arena on impact.
The reflected light soon dims with the spectators looking down to behold a rather wondrous scenery.
The attack Mira had used on Dan had carved up a part of the earth on it's path.
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"Yes. That's my girl."
Killian celebrates mentally with a smile forming on his face.
"A rather amazing strategy. She used the reflected light to blind her opponent and used that to land a decisive hit."
Jeroam remarks while nodding his head.
"This is looking to be a rather wonderful affair between fighters."
Roman remarks while nodding his head.
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Mira was watching the area Dam had crashed through with a keen eye.
"If Killian is right about his assessment regarding this guy then that means that attack wouldn't have taken him out completely. I need to stay on guard."
Mira thinks to herself.
"Damn… that one did a number on me. I don't think I'd be able to withstand one of those."
Dan mutters to himself as he stared at Mira standing at the middle of the arena with her mirrors faced in his direction.
"She broke the metal plating I was using. I even sustained considerable damage."
Dan remarks as he inspected his body while still stuck in the wall.
"Do you plan on mumbling to yourself all day or are you coming out of there to finish this match."
Mira yells out in a provocative manner.
"Hmm." Dan squints his eyes as he struggled to pull himself out of the Raza sized crater he had created with his body.
"I need to take him out before he steadies himself."
Mira thinks to herself as she quickly dashes forward.
"Tch, not even giving me a chance to recover properly." 
Dan mutters as he sights the incoming Mira.
Mira quickly fires a barrage of beams at Dan's location with the latter moving out of the way to avoid the blast.
"I can't just stand on ceremony and wait for her to blast me to oblivion."
Dan mutters as he slams his palms together and forms a sword between them after which he dashes forward.
"I can take him."
Mira remarks as she stops in her tracks and forms a gun with her fingers after which she makes a shooting gesture with all mirrors around her firing at Dan at a rapid rate.
"Tch."
Dan quickly moves to the right to avoid the barrage and began to circle around Mira with the latter following after him with her continuous assault.
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"She is actually pressing Dan back."
Ilara remarks vaguely astonished by the match happening below.
"I told you not to put Mira aside. She maybe be rather annoying at times but that doesn't stop the fact that she has been training for this for a while now. She isn't a pushover."
Okoye remarks with Sai scoffing at her words.
"What is it??.. Do you still think Mira is a pushover??"
Okoye asks.
"Oh please, it's clear to see that she is scared."
Sai remarks while rolling his eyes.
"Huh… Scared??... That's not true."
Okoye retorts as she alternated her gaze between Sai and Mira.
"Look at her. She is scared that if she lets up for even a second, Dan would take advantage of that window. It would seem she and Killian have analyzed Dan well enough to understand how he fights."
Sai remarks.
"Hmm." Okoye doesn't reply as she turns her attention back to the match below.
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Boom!!!
Boom!!!
Mira doesn't let up in her assault as she continually blasts Dan with the latter narrowly avoiding the incessant attacks as he looked for an opening.
Dan pauses for a brief moment and hurls his sword towards Mira with immense force. Mira doesn't let up as she casually shoots the sword down.
Dan uses the blade as a distraction as he quickly flicked his finger with all the knives scattered around the arena floating into the air.
"Trying to repeat the same trick again won't work."
Mira remarks as she releases her fingers and crosses her hands with her mirrors forming a circular covering around her.
"I know how you fight. You don't know how I fight. This match is mine."
Mira remarks in a menacing tone as she bends low and slams her palms into the earth after which all the mirrors light up and begin to fire in every which way around the arena.
"Let me see you dodge this."
Mira mutters to herself.
"Hmm."
Dan puts up his palm and an iron shield quickly forms in front of him though it was not fast enough to block all the beams that moved in his direction with some of them burning his sides. 


A twist of fate or more like an unexpected turn of events send four individuals on a journey across the realms of Ra'as, a world of superpowers and extraordinary individuals. 

An adventure that will put them against powerful foes and will enable them uncover the secrets behind the real origins of their world is about to begin.

Unknown to our protagonists though is the fact that the threat of war looms over the Planet Ra'as with several factions getting into a struggle for the possession of the omnipotent device known as the Spirit orbs.

An epic tale of love and loss, pain and suffering, despair and revenge awaits all those willing to embark on this adventure with our protagonists.


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"Double bed?" Angel asked with a smile. Actually, on Ragnihotri's bed, you could arrange a row of Angel, uncle, Longsdale, his hound, and still there would be place for Margaret.
"I hope at least you will lie quietly on the bed for a while," she grumbled, seating the mentor on a snow-white bed in lace. His knees buckled at the last moment, and he did not so much sit down as fell on the blanket, grabbing the girl by the hand. Angel's eyes drifted. Margaret hastily laid Redfern down on the pillows, and he finally allowed himself to breathe and close his eyes.
"How emaciated..."
His head sank into a lush pillow, and this made his face look quite thin; the black stubble only accentuated the hollows of the cheeks and the tight skin on the nose, chin and jaw. As soon as the burning dark eyes were closed, he became an exhausted, mortally tired man, as if the fire that supported him had died out.
Margaret poured lemon water from a carafe in a steel holder on the wall into a cup and lifted Angel's head to touch the rim of the cup to his lips. With an effort he opened his eyelids, saw the water and began to drink greedily. There was a tray on the carpet, soft crispbread around it. The girl's stomach rumbled hungrily.
"More!.."
She poured him more water. Angel drank to the bottom and dropped his head on the pillow.
"Tired," he muttered under his breath. Margaret wanted to get up to find food and pain relievers, but the mentor suddenly squeezed her hand.
"Forgive me," he whispered. "Margaret?"
She gently ran her hand through his hair. Redfern pressed his cheek to her hand, tingling it with stiff stubble.
"I shouldn't have let something like this… happen to you."
"Angel..."
"I had to protect you... and I could not... What the hell am I good for, if I can't even do it!" he hissed angrily and suddenly added: "You despise me. You have the right. Now."
Margaret hugged him and kissed the dark curls of hair behind his ear. Angel shuddered weakly and looked into her eyes in disbelief. The girl's head was suddenly dizzy with weakness, and Margaret, trembling tiredly, stretched out next to him. Angel put his good arm around her and touched the top of her head with his lips.
Lord, he couldn't protect me! She thought. What would have happened to me if he hadn't… - he clung closer to her mentor.
They lay there, not moving, until Miss Sheridan mustered enough strength to rise. Her legs buckled, the weak rocking of the ship instantly responded with nausea and dizziness, but Margaret stood up, holding on to the canopy pillar.
"We need medicine and food. I'll look now."
"I'll have enough of that loaf from the floor over there," Angel said a little indistinctly. "Be careful."
"Yeah," the girl bent down for soft bread, fell to her knees and swallowed sour vomit with difficulty. Margaret pressed her forehead against the side of the bed. She could not remember the last time she ate, and with horror thought that Angel hadn't had a crumb in his mouth for God knows how long, either.
- Margaret! - an alarmed exclamation made the girl straighten up and smile. She picked up the loaves from the carpet, wiped them with the edge of the sheet from the nap and sat down next to the mentor to share the meager food.
They ate in silence. Margaret surveyed the cabin. The rolling sent all the loose things flying across the floor, but there was nothing interesting among them. However, the door to the right of the bed looked promising. How can she open it?
"How are you feeling?" Angel asked.
"Passable. We need still search his quarters. I'm sure there is a lot of useful stuff here."
"You don't look too good."
"It depends with whom to compare," Margaret grunted. She felt such a brutal hunger that even leaden fatigue would not have prevented her from breaking down the door with a chair, if only the smell of food from the other side was.
"What do you think is there?"
Angel didn't answer. He propped himself up on one elbow and turned towards the door through which they entered. Margaret, too, heard footsteps, turned around and saw the witch. Jen looked as if she was first soaked to the skin, and then instantly dried. She stared at the girl and her mentor with glazed eyes; suddenly a blush flashed on the witch's cheeks, her eyes lit up greedily, and she stepped into the cabin.
Angel sat down with a jerk and pushed Margaret behind his back, but the girl managed to feel the power of the witch's gaze: it stuck into her like a sting, drawing out the pain - but with it the strength, leaving only emptiness and stupefying weakness.
"Get out, you creature!" Angel hissed. The witch stopped in front of him, held out her hand and...
"Jen!"
She jumped away from the bed, turned to Commissar Brannon and blurted out:
"I did not want!"
"Go upstairs," the uncle ordered dryly. "Gather the sailors and bring them here with Longsdale."
The witch nodded and run out of the cabin. The Commissar walked over to the bed. He looked stern and unfriendly.
"How are you?"
Margaret put Angel on the pillow. He was so white, as if the witch was drinking his blood and not the pain.
"As you see. What's up there?"
"The storm is coming. One mast was cracked, so it was not safe to stay on the ship, and I decided that we would lead all the people through the mirrors that Ragnihotri used."
Angel lifted his head and stared at Brannon.
"Do you even know how to use them?"
"We have the consultant. Will you survive the crossing the trail?"
"Who do you take me for?" Angel asked chilly. Well, when will they finally stop scratch one another for any reason?!
"For a man who will die of spitting," the commissar grumbled. "Do you know how shitty you look?"
"I guess," Angel said through set teeth. "Do you still care about me?"
"People do that sometimes. Take care of each other, you know."
Longsdale entered the cabin, ducking to avoid crashing into the low bulkhead. THe hound followed him with dignity.
"Can you do something?" Uncle nodded at Angel. Margaret felt the mentor turn to stone with tension as soon as he saw the consultant.
"Do not try! Don't you dare touch me!"
Longsdale sat down on the edge of the bed, took his wounded hand and squeezed it lightly. The last color faded from Redfern's face.
"Now you cannot adequately perceive reality," the consultant gently admonished, unbending his fingers, twisted with pain. "Do not be afraid, it is completely painless."
Angel gritted his teeth so that the muscles protruded under his skin. Margaret put him on her chest and hugged him, although now she more wanted to hit him well on the brilliant head for his donkey stubbornness. The consultant bent over Redfern's palm and muttered incantations, drawing marks over the wounds with his finger. Angel glared at him with jealousy. Margaret sighed. The reason why a grown man behaves worse than a five-year-old boy remained a mystery to her.
Uncle, meanwhile, examined the door, which so excited Margaret, and exchanged glances with the hound. The beast sniffed at the lock and the gap in the floor, took a few steps back and jumped. The door collapsed inward along with the jambs. Inside were rows of shelves and bookcases with transparent doors, three large mirrors bolted to the floor and sides. Angel stirred in the girl's arms and leaned forward like a cat on the scent of valerian.
"Shuh," Miss Sheridan purred softly in his ear. "Or I'll strangle you with a pillow."
"That's where he let them out," Brannon said; the flasks behind the doors tinkled threateningly in time with the rolling of the ship. "What do you think, Snappish, will we have time to get everyone to Blackwhit? Twenty-two sailors and six of us."
The hound glanced sideways at the porthole. Inky darkness thickened behind it, and the ship rocked more and more.
"It's ready here," Longsdale let go of Angel's hand: the scars looked terrible, the mentor's face returned to its pale, but lively colors, and he breathed much more evenly.
The consultant reached out to the burns and met Angel's gaze. Longsdale froze for a moment; suddenly a light lit up in his eyes. The consultant got up on one knee and loomed over Redfern. Longsdale's hand clenched into a fist, his face darkened with rage. Angel struck first - with the edge of his hand in the throat, knee in the stomach. The consultant dodged, caught his arm, twisted him behind his back and knocked Redfern face down on the bed.
"What the heck?!" Brennon snapped.
"Hey!" Margaret shouted and grabbed Longsdale's shoulders and elbow. His muscles were just stone, and the girl squeezed between him and Angel. "Stop it! What's gotten into you?!"
Longsdale turned his gaze to her - and looked steadily, as if afraid to look away, with such tenderness that Margaret's heart sank. Letting go of Angel, he put his arm around her and touched the clotted wound on her cheek with the other. He whispered a spell; a pleasant warmth spread across her cheek, and the pain disappeared. Margaret touched her cheek and involuntarily touched his hand. The consultant's gaze trembled and began to scatter.
"No, no, no!" The girl screamed and clutched at Longsdale. Again! As last time! "Where are you disappear?!"
Suddenly Angel grabbed onto her and hissed:
"Leave him!"
"You three!" Brennon yelled; on the right, it was as if a fist had struck the ship, and the ship tilted sharply to the port side.
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The hound darted to the side, plowed the smoldering furrows in the floor with its claws and stretched out along the side. The commissar was slammed into its soft side with such force that all the air was blown out of his chest. Longsdale, Margaret and Redfern rolled past him almost in one ball. A decanter, rashly forgotten by someone on the table by the bed, slammed against the wall, followed by pillows and bed linen. A tray of food whistled past Nathan, leaving a trail of Mazandran spicy stew and spicy bread in its wake, and adorned the porthole with a long crack.
- Commissar! Sir!
Brannon propped himself up on his elbows. A witch hung in the doorway, clutching the lintel with both hands and resting her foot on the doorframe.
"We are fine! Are you all right?!"
"Yes! Started! Storm!"
"Where are the sailors?!"
"On deck! They're coming down now!"
"Bring everyone here!"
The Commissar turned to the mirrors. They, thank God, were intact and working: nothing was reflected in them, except for the blue sky with a scattering of stars. He scratched his hands on the floor, trying to get up, and quickly acknowledged the futility of all efforts. The ship rattled terribly, lurching steeper to the port side.
"Hurry! Leg here, leg there! Lonsdale, for f***'s sake!"
"Here!" cheerfully, albeit somewhat strangled, the consultant responded from under Peggy and the pyromaniac.
"Get busy of those damn mirrors! While they are still intact!"
The consultant obediently pushed Redfern and Margaret aside and moved to the mirrors. Fortunately, all cabinets and shelves were bolted firmly to the floor and walls, and the doors were locked. They withstood with honor the hail of books and flasks that fell on them from the inside from the sharp tilt of the ship. Bur now something was swirling and bubbling in the shelves. Longsdale muttered a spell over the first mirror, and Nathan turned to his niece.
"Peggy, are you okay?"
"Relatively," the girl answered a little hoarsely. "And you?"
"I'm too. Redfern, can you help Longsdale?"
"No," the pyromaniac said irritably and raised his hand with the bracelet. "As long as we have this rubbish on us - no magic."
"And if we saw it? Longsdale somehow got rid of chains with similar drawings."
"Oh, damn you!" Angel snapped. "Similar drawings! These are absolutely not similar drawings! Defoe applied runes to the first object that came across, and this," he shook his hand, "a specially made thing, with mehndi integrated into its composition, which..."
"Don't yell, I already understood," the commissar cut him off  thinking that this was a very useful thing. You caught the sorcerer, put this on him - and forward, into the cell, for interrogation, to the court...
"You don't have to talk about what you don't understand," muttered Redfern, but much more calmly. Maybe it was about Margaret, who gently huddled under his side. Angel groped her carefully and whispered something in Ilarian. The ship shook like a drunken man, and Brennon remarked a little enviously that the pyromaniac, with rare serendipity, had settled in the only corner in that was least bumpy. Even the hound tenaciously dug its claws into the floor to stay in place.
"They're tuned in to the theater," Longsdale said. Already the crack run on one of the cabinets next to him and smoke is oozing out of it.
"Still?"
"Yes. Apparently Ragnihotri has not used mirrors since that day."
"Okay, let's not waste time. How many people can pass through each mirror?"
"Optimally - two at a time."
The commissar scratched his beard. The water was gushing in the porthole, and the crack in it was rapidly widening. The ship leveled off, but with each shock of the waves it seemed as if it would crack like a nut. The menacing hiss and gurgling in the shelves were also not pleasing. The hound moved over to them and sniffed tightly.
"And if more?"
Longsdale considered.
"Maximum - three. But then there is the possibility of breaking the path. The ship is extremely unstable, and I still wouldn't risk it."
"Okay. Then two at a time. When they will be ready?"
"Already," the consultant said calmly. "The path has been laid."
"Then let's start with these," the Commissar jabbed a finger over his shoulder at Angel and Margaret. The pyromaniac somehow got to his feet and, holding on to the wall and Peggy, made his way to the mirror. The girl supported her mentor, looking anxiously first at him, then at the path.
"Can you handle it?" Nathan asked. Angel nodded.
"Hurry up here," he grunted grimly. "An unpredictable reaction from mixing potions has already started in the cupboards."
"Will it blow, or what?" Brannon was worried.
"Best case scenario."
The Arandhati lifted her nose and screeched up to the crest of the wave. The porthole glass cracked loudly, and water poured into the cabin. Nathan was thrown backwards, but Longsdale managed to grab onto the frame of the mirror, which was bolted tightly to the wall and floor, and grabbed Angel's arm. Margaret hung on the pyromaniac, clinging to him with all her might. The ship froze at the very crest of the wave. The consultant dragged Angel and Peggy to the mirror and threw them inside. The shiny surface closed behind their backs.
"Now you!" Longsdale shouted. Nathan shook his head. The ship balanced on the crest and plunged down. The Commissar was hit on the floor. The hound's teeth closed on Brennon's shoulder, and only because of this, Nathan was not washed out the window with a stream of water. The Arandhati again soared to the top of the wave. The Commissar barely had time to spit when Gunther burst into the cabin, followed by Jen, and the sailors.
"Where are the others?!" Brennon croaked, the sea water burning his throat unbearably.
"There's everyone who's left," Gunther said: water flowed from him in streams, and from the other twelve sailors too. "The mast has already fallen apart." 
"We're all gonna die here!" One of the Dorgernians spoke grimly.
"We won't make it," the commissar said. "We'll leave here along the mirrored path. It leads to Blackwhit, a town in the Riada. You will be safe there."
"Through these mirrors Ragnihotri released his creatures," Gunter hissed. "How do we know which ass you're driving us into?"
"Well, you can stay," the commissar said dryly.
The ship shook, and it plunged down. On deck, something screeched and fell apart with a crash. Water gushed through the porthole, and the cabin quickly turned into a pool. Gunther gave the order abruptly in Dorgernian; the sailors approached the mirrors uncertainly.
"Two by two," Longsdale said. "Follow the path strictly and do not turn off anywhere."
The first six sailors disappeared into the mirrors. Casting a glance out the window, Brannon blinked at the lightning that split the sky to the sea. But, on the other hand, the water seemed to dampen the reactions in the cupboards, where all kinds of potions from broken cans continued to mix into an unpredictable brew.
"Next!" the consultant announced. Jen exchanged a worried look with the hound and, as soon as the Dorgernians entered the mirrors, touched one of the cupboards. It flared up so that the commissar's clothes were instantly dry. Gunther staggered back, cursing. At that moment, the ship spun, and it capsized on the starboard side.
The impact on the water was so strong that one mirror broke with a crash from the wall and shattered into smithereens against the window frame. Shrapnel rained down on people drowning in the water.
"Hurry!" Longsdale shouted. "Commissar and you, Herr Gunther, in the left mirror, me and Raiden - in the right!"
"Do not forget Snappish!" Brennon responded. The water was rising rapidly, and Nathan and Gunther had to dive to step over the frame. The commissar held the boatswain's hand tightly and for good reason - as soon as they were in the mirror, the path abruptly returned them to a standing position. Brennon staggered with dizziness, but resisted, but Gunther almost flew off the path.
"Go!" the commissar snapped: it was cold here, and he almost chopped off his tongue with his teeth, they chattered so famously. Nathan dragged the boatswain with him to the door at the other end of the path. A few minutes later, Brannon spilled out into the real world with relief. It was dark, dusty, but warm and safe. In the light of the moon, the Commissar recognized the foyer of the theater. Angel, hugging Margaret, stretched out on the surviving couch. The sailors sat on the floor and looked like people who survived the collapse of the familiar world.
"Well, are you all right?" Nathan asked.
The Dorgernians responded with a deaf discordant chorus. Jen jumped out of the mirror next to him, followed by Longsdale, and last, the hound. Brannon took a deep breath. Never before had he felt such an ardent, deep and strong love for Blackwhit as he did now.

If vampires do not burn in the sun, then somebody needs it. The search for a mysterious sorcerer who practices Mazandran magic will lead Commissar Brennon and Consultant Longsdale, first to an enchanted ship, and then to forests in the north of the continent. Angel and Margaret are also under threat - the sorcerer seeks to solve the mysteries of the Redfern family...

Tang Luo entered the third floor.
He had only just stepped off the stairs, the flashlight in his hand not even in time to shine at the surroundings yet when a black shadow flew out of the darkness and attacked him in the head.
It moved lightning-quick, so much so that people couldn't react at all.
In fact, they wouldn't even be able to get a clear look at what exactly it was before they took the hit.
Well, in the case of regular mortals anyway, not Tang Luo.
Tang Luo reached out and grabbed it.
As though it had sent itself right into his hands, he easily caught the black shadow that was assailing him.
It began to struggle furiously. The amount of strength it exhibited was practically as though what Tang Luo was holding was a vibrating pump.
"A bat?"
Tang Luo looked at the true form of the black shadow in his hand. It wasn't some kind of strangely-shaped creature but an ordinary bat. Apart from the blood-red sheen in its eyes, there was nothing special about it.
He tossed it aside casually. The bat in his hand was sent flying at an even higher speed than earlier. After crashing into the wall, it turned into a pile of bloody mangled flesh.
The renovation work on the third floor was basically complete. Not only were there rooms, but even the doors had been installed.
However, there was rubbish everywhere. There was construction debris left behind from renovation works in the past, as well as quite a lot of household waste.
Homeless people had probably lived here before.
Tang Luo noticed a few people who were lying motionless on the floor. 
He went over and glanced at them. These were dry and shriveled up corpses whose skin stuck to their skeletons. The clothes on them were very new, however.
"They've been sucked dry."
Tang Luo squatted down and checked their bodies. There were two obvious bloody puncture marks on each of the corpses in places such as their necks and limbs.
Their blood had probably been sucked dry by that bat earlier.
The identities of these people didn't require much elaboration—they were naturally the members of the supernatural enthusiasts' group, Wang Shuishui's companions.
"A bat spirit? Doesn't really look like it though."
Tang Luo looked at the splotch of blood on the wall.
A tiny bat like this couldn't even count as a wild mountain spirit.
"Ahhhh!"
Before Tang Luo could make any further discoveries, a scream came from downstairs. It started out strong and then weakened.
Tang Luo took a couple of steps back. Then, he stepped on the floor with his right foot, creating a large hole right through the thick and solid floor.
Together with falling rocks, he landed on the second floor. 
Upon landing, the form of Wang Shuishui and an unknown man hugging entered Tang Luo's sight.
The two of them were locked in a passionate kiss and hug.
The way that the man was exerting so much strength, it was as if he wanted to knead Wang Shuishui's entire self into his body.
The exposed half of Wang Shuishui's face was contorted and filled with shock and fear. Her eyes involuntarily rolled up.
Tang Luo took a step forward, reached out, and grabbed the man's head. He pulled him over, as though he was catching hold of a little chick.
After bringing him close, Tang Luo took a glance and said, "He's dead. He can't be saved anymore."
Then, he applied force in his hand. The man's head broke into pieces. There was no blood at all, as though it was just an empty shell.
A wisp of black aura rose from him and swiftly disappeared.
The corpse that had fallen onto the floor also visibly shriveled until it reached a state of erosion by wind.
In just a few short seconds, it turned into a pile of ghastly white bones.
Wang Shuishui laid limp on the floor, her eyes tightly shut.
Tang Luo helped her up and shook her a few times, waking her up.
Wang Shuishui opened her eyes, which were now dull and murky. Then, a foolish smile appeared on her face and drool dripped down the corners of her lips. 
"Yin energy has entered her brain and turned her into an idiot. She can't be saved anymore either." Tang Luo reached out, gripped Wang Shuishui's neck, and pressed on it, rendering her unconscious.
Then, he went back upstairs to check out the area.
Apart from the corpses there, he didn't find anything else.
"The headcount doesn't tally. Where are the others?" Tang Luo wondered.
Compared to the number of people in the group who had confirmed their attendance, the number of people Tang Luo had seen was a few short.
'It's unknown where they currently are. Or were these the only ones who came? All of them are already here?'
Wang Shuishui had already turned into an idiot. She naturally wasn't able to answer Tang Luo's questions.
He expended a bit of power of virtuous merits and woke the woman pretending to be an animated corpse up in advance. 
A few minutes later, Tang Luo walked toward the neighboring villa.
According to what the woman pretending to be a ghost said, they had set out in two teams.
One of the teams stayed in this particular villa to do the setup while the rest were stationed at the other villa.
The villa at the other side was actually the true main course that they had spent a significant amount of effort on.
This one here was just an appetizer.
The other villa's degree of completion in construction was even lower than the first one. Even the enclosing walls of the courtyard were only half-built.
It was a bare-bones house where only the structure was fully constructed. All the doors and windows were in place, though.
When Tang Luo pushed open the main door of the villa, he unexpectedly saw a figure standing right in front of him. There was even a hint of a smile on his face.
At the same time, resentful and accusing sobbing could be heard coming from the corner.
This figure wasn't anyone else but Tang Luo himself!
A full-length mirror capable of showing a person's reflection from head to toe stood right opposite the doorway at an area not too far off.
There was even a red candle that had already burned considerably lit up in front of it.
It felt as if some kind of horrifying ritual[1] was being held here.
Tang Luo ignored the mirror and the candle and walked over to the corner. A black audio player smaller than the size of a hand sat there.
It was even blocked from sight by other things. Evidently, it was one of the elements of the so-called main course.
What a shame that they had run into Tang Luo, someone who was here to subdue and vanquish demons to earn merits, instead. This was equivalent to making eyes at a blind man.
"Is anyone there?" shouted Tang Luo.
The place remained silent. No one answered him.
His gaze swept across the surroundings casually, but he didn't see anyone on the first floor. Tang Luo headed to the second floor.
He had only just reached the intermediate landing of the stairs and turned when he saw another figure.
To his surprise, it was yet another full-length mirror.
In the darkness, Tang Luo's blurry form was vaguely reflected in the mirror.
Tang Luo continued his way up and checked out the whole villa.
Mirrors had been placed at several turning points and other similar corners.
Had they probably wanted to set up a mirror-themed haunted house?
Apart from the mirrors, Tang Luo didn't make any other discoveries.
He didn't see anyone, nor did he spy any backpacks. Oh, other than that tiny music box.
"Where did they go?"
On the top floor, Tang Luo shone his flashlight at the mirror in front of him and stared at it.
In an environment like this, even his own face in the mirror felt terrifying.
It made people's hair stand on end.
Stories of supernatural incidents related to looking at the mirror in the middle of the night were pretty widely circulated.
After staring at it for a while, Tang Luo turned and walked over to the window. He pushed the stuck window open and looked out.
In the distance were the city's lights, while sparse black vegetation could be seen in the vicinity.
Behind him…
Within the mirror that no longer had a source of light pointing at it, Tang Luo's form, however, didn't turn in tandem with his action of turning around.
It maintained the pose where it faced outward, as though… there was a real person inside the mirror.
The corners of the lips of the Tang Luo in the mirror curled up bit by bit. At the same time, he leaned forward with a weird smile and fully pressed his face against the mirror's surface.
Ripples, like waves of water, appeared on the mirror's surface, as though someone slowly surfacing from the depths of a pool.
The Tang Luo in the mirror walked out of the mirror soundlessly.
He raised his arm and aimed it at the "I'm on the top floor admiring the scenery" Tang Luo.
When his palm was ten centimeters away from Tang Luo's back, it suddenly sped up and became a lot more forceful, shoving Tang Luo on his back violently.
And yet he didn't even budge an inch!
The incident of someone falling off from a building didn't occur.
Tang Luo didn't even look like he was about to fall forward.
The person in the mirror paused in his movements.
Tang Luo slowly looked behind him and cast a glance at him through his peripheral vision. Then, his palm went smacking toward him.
Crash!
A crisp crash later, the person in the mirror flew through the air.
Upon landing on the floor again, cracks appeared on its body. Then, it broke into pieces like a mirror.
It turned into black aura again and vanished.
"So it really is a Mirror Demon," murmured Tang Luo.
Mirror Demons, simply put, were demons that formed when mirrors merged with things like vengeful spirits and ghosts. 
Strictly speaking, they weren't actually considered demons but ghosts.
Objects such as bronze mirrors, portraits, and whatnot were considerably easier for vengeful spirits and ghosts to possess and merge with.
God of the Portrait and Demon of the Mirror were terms that the common people used when referring to ghosts like these.
Most ghosts possessed abilities such as possession, consuming the essence, energy, blood and spirit of humans, and other similar kinds of abilities.
The bat and the man who couldn't be saved in the other villa earlier were examples of this.
In the case of Mirror Demons, they possessed other kinds of special abilities too. Some powerful Mirror Demons could even create mirrors-in-mirrors and pull someone into it.
This particular Mirror Demon most likely couldn't, however.
The 'Tang Luo' in the mirror was just a reflection of the most superficial level.
Now that he had determined the identity of whatever was making mischief, things were a lot simpler from here out.
He kicked the full-length mirror in front of him. It broke into pieces and fell onto the floor. 
"It's not this one." Tang Luo walked over to another mirror.
He reached out and gave it a push.
The person in the mirror similarly reached out—outside of the mirror.
It hit against Tang Luo's palm and broke into pieces, starting from the palm all the way to the mirror too.
"That's two down."
Uncertain which of the mirrors was the main body, Tang Luo broke all the mirrors in the villa.
There was a total of seven to eight mirrors anyway, so it wouldn't take him much time and effort.
When the typical human was up against a Person in the Mirror and other similar creatures, even if they were lucky enough to survive, they would be maimed nonetheless.
But to Tang Luo, this was a piece of cake. Even another hundred of them wouldn't be able to stop him from destroying all the mirrors.
The sound of mirrors breaking resounded in the villa.
In just a few minutes, Tang Luo had broken all the mirrors.
He was left with only the one that he saw when he opened the door. Standing behind it, Tang Luo kicked at it as usual.
The mirror even knocked the candle over and put it out when it fell.
"Alright, it's all over…" A smile spread across Tang Luo's lips. "Did you think I would say that?" 
He had indeed broken all the mirrors, but the Mirror Demon wasn't dead yet.
None of these mirrors were the Mirror Demon's main body.
The mirrors had been brought here by Wang Shuishui and the others.
If the Mirror Demon's main body had been hiding in them, Wang Shuishui and the others wouldn't even have had the chance to do any filming.
Therefore, the Mirror Demon's main body was likely a mirror in the villa.
Besides, no matter how weak the Mirror Demon was, its main body wasn't something that just a light push to the floor could break. Most importantly, he hadn't received any power of virtuous merits, proving that the Mirror Demon wasn't dead yet.
Tang Luo didn't know how the Mirror Demon in the villa had come to be. He guessed that all the mirrors set up by these fellows had activated the pre-existing Mirror Demon, thereby leading to the incident of tonight.
"Let me see…"
Tang Luo raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
During his search earlier, he had basically already combed through the whole place. 
The only place he left out was above him.
As expected, an old bronze mirror slightly larger than a person's hand was hanging right above Tang Luo.
It was roughly ten centimeters away from the ceiling.
If one didn't deliberately look up and happen to shine their flashlight across it, it would be extremely difficult for anyone to discover it.
Tang Luo leaped up and reached out to grab the mirror.
At that moment, four people were squeezed out of the mirror in an instant as well. They had deathly pale faces and crimson red eyes. Their original faces were already distorted.
Tang Luo neither recognized their current selves nor knew what they used to look like.
However, he could hazard a guess based on the headcount. These were the remaining few missing people.
After switching from a grabbing stance to a palm stance instead, Tang Luo's arched fingers suddenly straightened. All five fingers spread open, and he dealt an Airy Palm Hit right out!
[1] The red candle is used in a lot of traditional ceremonies and religious worship purposes in Chinese culture


After transmigrating to the ‘Journey To The West’ as the monk Tang Seng and successfully retrieving the scriptures, Tang Luo goes into seclusion to cultivate, only to “wake up” to a completely different world.
All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens have disappeared and only the concrete jungle of towering buildings stand tall and straight around him. He has actually returned to the contemporary age!
Except that he is now a player of The Game of Gods and Demons, weaving through various mission worlds as spirits and demons run amok.
Heavily injured? Barely any vital energy in the real world for cultivation? No problem, with his trusty Jade Lotus of Virtuous Merit, all will be fine.
Follow Tang Luo the Victorious Fighting Buddha as he clears missions in the Game, meets old friends and makes new allies, and punishes evil and advocates good to earn power of virtuous merit while he tries to find out what exactly had happened back then!
Demonic aura detected!
“Step back and let Master here handle it.”
Tang Luo reveals a “kind and benevolent” smile, just like in the past.

She was pretty, black long hair – the only feature she was proud off. But she wasn't the prettiest.

Her mind screamed at her conscious of her flaws... constantly reminding her of every little bad detail. Her will was not strong enough to ignore, she was not all strong. It hurt to believe the voices, it was internal torture to her. It killed her slowly – she never realises this.

Truth be told, she was not the prettiest. The fact never settled comfortably within her.  There were far more 'ugly' people than her anyway. She hasn't walked the earth... But it was a thing of the mind. Things of the mind aren't explainable to common persons, because even of they understand, they don't understand.

Slumping down her lush bed made with light blue bed cover and eleven pillows of the different shades of purple, she sighed and gazed up her ceiling. The artificial starts pinned on it, around a rectangular mirror almost the same size of her bed, each with a dream of a seven year old girl.

She straightened her body and pushed out her chest slightly. The voices fizzled inside her head, clearly invited by herself unconsciously.

Her bust was too large for her as compared to her ass, a '9' shape. She wanted more of an '8' figure, an hour glass figure. A tiny waist only seen in cartoon characters.

Picking the small mirror laying on her side, she examined her face. The pimples were there, not one or two but uncountable. So painfully clear now that she had washed her face and had no make up on.

Mia angrily threw the mirror across the other side of the room, an act that left her a little breathless. The hand mirror with wood edges survived the fall, saved by a plush soft, purple carpet.


It was either purple or mirrors in this room, looks like Mia couldn't get enough of both.

She flipped to the wall and pouted, immediately frowning at the image. Pouting was supposed to be cute, it made her look like an angry animal. She made a small smile and frowned once more.

"Not perfect."She whispered.

She tried smiling once more,this time biting the inner ends of her mouth to make her lower lip look plump.

"Better."

Her iPhone coater in a glittery purple case gave a small chime. It was actually orchid purple, not a plain purple case.

She jumped up from the bed, excitement bubbling in her veins and walked infront of the closet mirror with her phone.

Her nails were well done, in a fancy way, the colour being eggplant purple. She carefully positioned them around the icon ready for her daily dose of snaps.

This is to be the twentieth beauty app she would be installing, and probably deleting later when it lacked the desired effect to her eyes.

Only about thirteen beauty apps survived. Plus three different body shaping apps.

She took a mirror selfie, mirror selfies, sixty one to be exact. Seating down on her white beanbag facing the window as she scrolled through the images.

The wall with the window was also the only one lacking a giant mirror on it's surface.

It actually looked fancy, mirrors here and there... But hers was an obsession... It went past normal to abnormal.

She had a mirror app on her phone. One in her bag. The inside of her closet. Ceiling. Walls. You can't blame a girl in need of constant approval, which she generally lacks.


Mia picked four photos out of the many and deleted the rest. She proceeded to use the new downloaded apps. This takes her about an hour.

•|•

Mrs.Anna Groscow was a rich successful woman. Really beautiful and charming too, leaving to wonder where she got Mia. Everyone would ask, and she was secretly carrying out an investigation to find out what really happened during her labour  delivery.

She barely associated with her daughter, leaving her to the care of nannies and money. There was no reason such as: 'She had no time.' Good thing it came in handy. 

Birthday. Money.
Christmas. Money.
School meeting. Money.

Mrs.Groscow slumped on the leather seat and threw her handbag down, kicking her heels off and undoing her bra. Her eyes fluttered close for a brief moment as she sank into the couch.

"Grace!"She shouted lazily  and a maid came rushing in.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Get me a drink."

Grace nodded and walked to the glass table at the side of the living room. There was an alcohol cabinet beside it and it was always white wine Wednesdays, so she poured her a glass and placed three ice cubes.

Always three.

"Is my husband home?"She asked Grace sipping her wine.

"No ma'am."

"What about the girl?" She proceeded to ask.

"She is up in her room."

"She missed school again?"

"Yes miss." Grace did not like telling on Mia. She sympathised with her. After all everyone found her quite a sore thumb.

Having a mother as beautiful as that, ending up that way.

"Go get her."

"Excuse me."Grace mumbled politely before bowing away. She walked up the clean marble staircase to the first floor, the last door to the right. She gave the door a slight knock waiting for a response.

"Miss Mia, are you there?"

"Whaaat?" Mia voiced sighing. She rubbed the back of her neck fondly to ease the pain that came up with the strainous activity of slouching on the same position.

"Your mother asks to see you miss."

"Tell her am not coming."

"Well... I don't know miss." She replied uncertainty laced in her voice.

"Tell her Royal Highness that I'll be there when I feel like it."

"You shouldn't talk to your mother that way." Grace found herself commenting before coughing. "Just see what she needs."

"Alright am coming!" She huffed  uploading her newly edited photo in her social media accounts before standing up from her earlier slouched position.

Now, all she thought about was if she would get as much likes as Jana Tetrazzini.

Beauty can be overwhelming sometimes. Mia punishes herself for being what the society calls 'ugly' striving to create a picture perfect image. She builds up an odd obsession to mirrors.

But no matter the clearest mirror she'll get, she's still the same old face. This time however, the mirror is not only the clearest, it's the scariest... She ends up being thrown into a world belonging to the dark forces, and she has no choice but to choose survival, that is until she is able to escape and claim her old life and stolen identity back.

Charming Luscious, a demon in training has other plans and so does a few who come to learn of a mortal in their world.

MIDNIGHT 
Darkness filled the sky like a black sea, the light that shone from the blank was the crescent moon and star light silvery seen from the window open by the bed.
Perfect the day seemed from hanging out with Amber to seeing her sister and brother again they really were a support system she was going to miss them. Finally finishing her year as a 3rd year student, she had worked hard to excel in her studies a business degree, what lay ahead she had in her future, she had no idea but she was ready to live again.
In her child room which was pink Dora the explorer theme throughout the years had now transformed to an adult wonderland of plants in vases, interior design layout of a neat purple bed in the center of the room.
Few posters of her favorite band crush on the wall to the left- side, desk and chair to the right side and the closet hidden in wall built with the lined white door closed. The room was brought to life, beautified by personal items mirrors, make up kit's brushes, stationary, diaries and few books.    
Changed into her night, from the comforter and getting into her cover shifting before finally setting on rest point and switching her phone to do not disturb returning it to the side night table. The tole of the day causing to stretch and yawn as she replayed every notion of her day into a carousel of thoughts that caused her eyes grew heavy after blinking a few moments she shut them out close and going off to venture in the starry of dream realms.
Pitch- black the recess of being lost, where was she? ...NO! ... not again! Goosebumps' appeared on her skin, tension in her body rocked a wave of stiffness, "l…. have to live" after the horror of the dream, blood soaked her dress, was dying in that dream years ago. A flash of light struck in the darkness, shining on the surface circular squinting her eyes to see clearly "A talisman ring?" it looked old, ancient it seemed like one of those rings King's ring in medieval times and floating in mid-air reaching out to touch it.
"He needs you! come quickly, he is in trouble" a voice said in urgency with a firm tone.

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Orel ! l thought we had time, my soulmate... Until she vanished in front of me.

I still remember..

The vision

The man tall in scurfy hoody and dark jeans a shadow more like, running off down the street, steps heavy and stealthy the black boots pounding on the ground “clomp! Clomp!” loud in her ears until they become faint sounds gone with the cold night air, further away from her.

Orel Lanett stared in a blank blinking trance before slowly turning her head facing the night sky which was a cover of dark clouds. There was wetness, soaking her dress. Orel was on the cold concrete pavement lying flat glancing up the sky and she couldn’t move.


On his way rushing his pace towards her, Neil thought, he would make it, but it was over body going still momentarily in panic, she was matted in blood from her chest where the man stabbed her.

Quickly kneeling and leaning in gathering her to himself “You can survive it!” said Neil.

“l am so sorry if l came earlier! l should’ve have run out …….”

“It’s nnnot …not your fault …. you came Neil, it couldn’t be evaded, could it? … he came for me again!”

“Hello 911 someone is hurt here! please hurry in Beckley Street!” voice fast toned in a panic and immediately hanging up on the phone……

“Orel with your strength alone…. do not …. Don’t die one me, my love the ambulance is on is on its way” Face crumbled, lips trembling and his heavy figure shaking with sobs Neil was in hysteria.

“Neil! … Neil take out the knife... ...please, it’s extremely excruciating ……. l can’t …. aaaah looking up into his eyes darkness of pain clouded in them. Orel ‘s voice gave out her last breath

“l don’t have time Neil” she was sobbing tears which was sprawled over her face in droplets and unfit to talk intelligently.

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