Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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.

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

effort to prevent my twin from killing even more innocent children that God healed all my wounds and gave me one

twin. All of a sudden, I was alone. Demons and angels

care who my twin was. They saw me for who I was, mostly because Jasper's demon said I was

the same woman as their souls are

We didn't know who she was or where she was, but we knew that she was the one

ride. We can't even talk to our humans,

it was for me. I liked Mose from the moment I saw him. His calm

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

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

and the others found Olivia in the forest. Her soul was in such agony it took me weeks to

Olivia.

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

or so I hope. If I'm going to succumb to the madness brought on by the dark whisper of Hell