Mirror Demons Novels & Stories

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

Her eyes seemed to bore into her own reflection as she spoke, "Do you think he is on to us?" The mirror seemed to ripple, like the surface of a pond, and then Mrs. Iyama's reflection responded, its voice low and menacing. "That fool didn't suspect a thing." But it was clear that this was not Mrs. Iyama speaking; her reflection had taken on a life of its own, revealing a dark, demonic presence lurking beneath the surface.

The room didn't just turn amber; it turned "Cold." From the Mirror, a figure began to emerge—not an Architect, but a "Reflection." It was a man who looked exactly like Silas Thorne, but his eyes were two solid pools of liquid silver. "The Mirror is not a looking glass," the reflection said. "It is a 'Peer Review'."

Something like grief reflected in his eyes and my body shuddered, trying to take me away from delirium, however, I was held by that network of thoughts and Miguel said: "There is an artifact called a water mirror in the dungeons of this castle, it was made as a perfect mold of the same that exists where I live. In the world I live in," he clarified, quickly looking away to see if his friends were still oblivious to all the dialogue that only Miguel could hear. “Go to the mirror. Its waters are healing." "I can't move," I replied, and our eyes closed for a second when I returned to my own body abruptly, losing the strength of my own consciousness.

He disappeared into the adjoining room, the beaded curtain rustling behind him. My thoughts went to Zevarion. I had already made my choice, I would stay by his side, no matter what, but I needed to know. I had to know what he truly was. The man returned moments later, cradling a black mirror with edges that shimmered faintly like the surface of still water under moonlight. “This is an obsidian mirror,” he explained. “Drop your blood onto it, or into water mixed with silver dust. When a demon looks into it, their true form will be revealed.”

The entire room was like a small apartment, she thought then she gasped and facepalmed upon remembering that she's actually in an apartment complex. She saw that there was a door beside the wall wardrobe, about a few inches away from it. She sauntered to it, curious what lies behind the mysterious door and she squinted her eyes, lifting her free arm to cover them because of the gloriously gleaming treasures hidden behind the door. It was a bathroom, a dignifiedly neat one, with marble-like restroom fittings and fixtures. Even though she was a few feet away from them and she has quite the bad eyesight, she thought she regained her 20/20 vision and could easily see and recognize all the neat s

He surfaces, snarling. Lila tuts. "Rude. And here I've been so hospitable." She flicks her wrist, and the water parts, revealing a pit of writhing roots. Nestled within them is the First Mirror's frame, now caked in fen-muck. The Voidmother's presence surges. *"She's been busy."* Lila traces the frame. "Mirrors are such fragile things. But feed them enough pain, and they become... *windows*."

Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.” The mirror flickered once… then rippled like liquid mercury before stabilizing. A scene came into view, a real-time image of one of the brothel rooms. Baevera Eldareth and her first client. They had already begun. Or, rather, he had. Baevera lay beneath him like a corpse. Heavy-lidded, desire-filled eyes watching him as he worked himself into a frenzy. The Moonmirror had no sound, but it did not need any. The image was clear enough.

"The Reincarnation Mirror?" Vexon nodded, regret and helplessness evident in his eyes. "The Reincarnation Mirror complements the Reincarnation Record. While the Record logs the tracks of reincarnation, the Mirror reflects the past. It reveals a being's former lives and the secrets of heaven and earth. "Unlike the Record, the Mirror shows everything directly. One glance is enough to reveal the whole truth." He paused before continuing, "The Reincarnation Mirror is a top-tier artifact formed from chaotic energy. It was born alongside the Reincarnation Record, guarding the core of the hall. But centuries ago, an accident shattered that balance."

"What does that mean?" "It means the dead have started introducing themselves." The basin cracked. A sound like lake ice breaking split the chamber. Light poured up through the seams in the floor, silver and blinding. Every mirror in the room reflected a different version of me. Me older. Me bloodied. Me crowned in light. Me gone completely dark around the eyes. Me smiling when I wasn't. "No," I whispered. Mirabella looked at the mirrors, not at me. "You do not have much time before the city remembers the shape of this."