Page 12 of Taken By the Twins

As though they feel kinship with my twin, they follow him wherever he goes.

But we are the doppelseers. Though we’re such different visionaries, together, we became the most well-respected and revered seers in Sombran history. The same is true of our magic. Combined, we can accomplish anything.

Take our home. We built it ourselves, with magic and with our claws. But when the creatures would come and sit outside the back of it, stirring around the edge of Sombra’s shadows, wordlessly inviting Damien to join them… we enchanted it. Now it moves wherever we wish, protected from all those we’d rather hide from.

Over time, we’ve journeyed far and wide over Sombra, visiting villages and larger demon cities, speaking our visions and earning a reputation that endures to this age.

Inside the cabin, we are its masters. With a wave of my hand, and with Damien’s will, we can add rooms, add floors, summon steaming water from the ashfields for our baths, even create furniture. Food is easy enough. So long as we’re near a village full of demons, we can conjure it from one of the local hunters, bakers, and growers who perform miracles of their own, creating fruits and grains out of the ash, little rain, and a few seeds.

They’re more than happy to share with the doppelseers. Especially when we give our prophecies and visions away in exchange for their hospitality, we’ve existed this way for nearly three millennia.

It’s been a single moon that we’ve had our mate with us, and already I feel as if we’ve always basked in her beauty.

Tandy isglorious. I finally understand why the color red has haunted my twin and I all these years. As a Sombra, my skin is red. I’ve never seen another creature with hair the same color—until Tandy. It frames her oddly pale face and her strangely dim eyes, but I know those are human features. Like her rounded ears and flat, ridge-free brow. We had seen and met other humans before, so we were prepared for the differences in our mate.

Prepared for them, and immediately aroused by them.

The moment she called Damien and I into her quarters, using the matefinder spell to open a portal and bringer us to her, my cock immediately knew that she was ours. It twitched and hardened beneath my shadow coverings; knowing that humans are more… delicate in these matters, we’d agreed to conceal any sign of how badly we ached to claim her before she understood that the gods had given her to my brother and I.

She does now.

Damien refused to tell her. Hurt by the way she initially rejected him after he approached her first, my twin has decided to let me take the lead on handling our female until she recognizes that she is ours.

She must.

Tandy let us take her hands after we told her in Sombra that she was our one true mate. She has to know. Even before we’d finished materializing in the human world, she was already giving us the mate’s promise. She didn’t guard her essence as we held onto her during the quick trip back to Sombra, allowing it to fill both Damien and I.

Now it is ours.

And so is this stunning little mortal.

I tried to explain it to her after we brought her to the quarters designed specifically for her in mind. The essence exchange gave me a little insight to Tandy—to our dear little one—and I knewin an instant that she was as lonely as Damien and I. She was in search of a male who would love her, stay true to her, and be there always.

She has found them, whether she understands it yet or not.

She will. We might not have any visions in regards to her, the gods telling us in our own way that we must find a way to convince Tandy to accept our essence and our cocks without their help, but I have faith in my brother and I.

We will claim her, and we will do so before the next gold moon.

Otherwise, if the prophecy we foretold to Haures all those millennia ago comes to pass first, then all of this would’ve been for naught.

Time is running out. The three of us—Damien, Haures, and I—have known for more than twenty centuries that once the human world of legend mingled with Sombra, it could lead to the end of our realm as we know it.

Damien saw the prophecy first, and he explained it as this:

The child born of two worlds,

belonging in both, belonging in none,

will bring with it rain,

and the firsts of Sombra will be forever done.

It took us decades to understand exactly what the prophecy meant, despite how seemingly straightforward it might appear. I had multiple visions myself, and they all end the same: a tiny half-mortal, half-demon who manifests rain in Sombra when it cries, manifests flooding when it’s separating from this realm, and manifests whipping storms when it is separated from its mother.

The child itself is cloaked in shadows, similar to how the visions about my own future are; most likely because the end of Sombra affects all of us. It was clear from the start, however, that it is part human, though I could never see the identity of the parents, either. To keep the prophecy from coming true too soon, Haures put into place his first law: no contact between the human realm unless a true mate summoned their demon partner to them.

It was essential. Both Haures and my brother and I knew that we were fated to mate human females eventually. Haures would be first, Damien and I last to find them, but so long as a demon male refrained from mating his female during the gold moon, we could keep the prophecy held at bay.

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