Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
274. Mose/Demon - The twin I

For a long time, I stood beside Lucifer, unseen, unheard. It had been like that from the moment God created me. I wasn't perfect like the other angels, so I was ignored, forgotten, and deemed unworthy of taking care of worlds like other angels did. Behind my back, many mocked me. I kept quiet, not wanting to give them more reason to laugh.

After Lucifer fought Michael and created Hell, I followed him. Having white or black wings was the same for me.

Lucifer understood what it meant to be hated, not because he wasn't perfect, but because he was too perfect. But just as in Heaven, Hell was another place of torture for me. I didn't mind because my twin was with me.

I loved my twin with all my heart. He was everything to me. My rock in my darkest time, my friend, my savior when I needed one.

My twins quickly rose in rank while I was happy with being invisible. Being a Behemoth or a Paymon were titles that meant nothing to me. I didn't need to prove my strength to anyone.

When my twin secretly started plotting with Michael to kill Lucifer so he could rule Hell, I stood by his side and helped him when needed, even if I knew it was wrong. I never hated humans, as they were imperfect, like me.

I never saw how twisted he was until he stabbed Lucifer from behind and cut his wings. Not even then. When he attacked the children, I knew he was not my brother anymore. I tried to stop him, to reason with him, but he stabbed me in the chest. He missed my heart by a miracle, but he broke it; all the love I once felt for him was replaced by...hate and rage. How could my own twin turn on me like that after everything I've done for him? During the years I waited for my mate's arrival, I thought of what went wrong over and over again. Until, one day, I made peace with the idea that I never truly knew my twin, that the love and affection he showed me were never genuine. He only wanted me by his side so the others would never see how twisted his soul was, how he was just like Ophyr-full of hate and jealousy. Ophyer wanted to destroy everything God created; my twin wanted to be above everyone.

After the Garden of Eden was destroyed, my twin tried to escape, and I grabbed his wings. He fought me with all his force, but I didn't let go of his wings, not even when I almost ripped them off from his back. They never healed properly-part of his punishment for what he did that day.

How I managed to hold him in place while my life was slowly slipping away from me, as God delivered his justice, is still something I wonder about to this day. It was due to my effort to prevent my twin from killing even more innocent children that God healed all my wounds and gave me one chance to redeem myself from all my sins and live peacefully in the Garden of Eden with my mate.

Waiting for the woman who would lead to my salvation was hard. My existence had always been lonely, as for a long time, I found solitude in my twin. All of a sudden, I was alone. Demons and angels blamed me for what happened in the Garden of Eden. They blamed me for their mistakes, for listening to my twin. I was shunned wherever I went.

Eventually, I encountered three demons who didn't care who my twin was. They saw me for who I was, mostly because Jasper's demon said I was one of the good guys. Befriending them wasn't easy, but they were patient with me. They became my friends, my brothers, my family.

The little divine power we still have fused together, forming a link between us even before our vessels became blood-brothers. This is important for the demons who eventually share the same woman as their souls are forever connected. Links can be created between a large group of demons or a small one. Jasper's demon had one with the two demons that belonged to his first blood-brothers, Samir and Iago.

One day, we felt a female enter this world. Her soul, strength, and purity resonated with us. We didn't know who she was or where she was, but we knew that she was the one for us. Soon after that we chose vessels for us. That's when we lost track of her.

Being inside a human doesn't mean we can control our vessel's body. It's more like entering the bus and enjoying the ride. We can't even talk to our humans, but at least we can express our emotions through sounds. We get to see, hear, and feel everything our humans do.

At least, that's how it was for me. I liked Mose from the moment I saw him. His calm demeanor mirrored mine.

Choosing a vessel can be a complex process. It might take years until we find the right one. Because of that, we risk not finding the female that felt perfect for us, and we have to choose another instead. Most of the time, our vessels are stupid, stubborn, selfish assholes who think only with their cocks instead of their hearts and souls, and they choose the one with the best pussy. Or that's what they claim.

I don't get what's so great about fucking. Sure, I felt that rush of pleasure whenever Mose was fucking a woman, but I still don't understand what's so great about it. Maybe because I never fucked someone. The connection between an Outcast and his mate is spiritual, while the vessels take care of the physical aspect. The only time a demon gets to be intimate with his mate is during the Piercing Ceremony.

I still remember the night Mose and the others found Olivia in the forest. Her soul was in such agony it took me weeks to recognize her.

Olivia.

Having her in my arms and touching her skin feels like a dream. Except for my twin, I have never touched another being. Her skin is soft compared to mine, and her lips felt perfect against mine.

Technically, it is Mose's body, but he...knew the risks when he let me take over. The bond with Olivia came too late for him, but not for me or so I hope. If I'm going to succumb to the madness brought on by the dark whisper of Hell it's only a matter of time to find out. It's Lucifer's punishment for being betrayed by his demons, for allying with my twin, killing humans, and destroying the Garden of Eden.

For me, that's not the worst punishment, but the one given by God. He not only left us without tangible bodies, but he also removed our names.

Like Lucifer, Michael, and so many others, I too had a name a name I no longer remember. I am called a demon, and that's not fair.

A grunt of pain comes from the floor I've just been on. It's not fair that my twin got to keep his name just because he was Lucifer's right hand while mine was stripped away from me.

My twin betrayed Lucifer's trust. As I did. But while his name is known to everyone, mine is like I never existed.

Azael.