Kamaril felt as if
something was calling him toward it even more but the demon was
blocking the view. He walked pass him to have a look. The glass box,
just like every other box in the room was filled with a light
transparent blue thick liquid. But it was different that any other
box. Kamaril was inside. He blinked coming closer. He was inside of
the box, it was him, like a reflection in the mirror. His jaw relaxed
as he hoped his mouth in disbelieved unable to make a sound. He could
feel the breath of the demon behind him on his wings, he was almost
laughing but Kamaril didn't want to laugh. He was inside of the box
which meant that he was replaceable, he was not unique in this world
anymore, there was someone like him, someone identical, someone who
could step out of that box and take his place anytime.
“How do you like your
clone? It could even convinced your mum that he is you, couldn't he?”
the demon said.
“What's the meaning of
this?” Kamaril managed to muttered but he was barely audible.
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