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"Satan was God's favourite child, they say,
In shadows he danced, both night and day.
His laughter echoed through the abyss,
A twisted love, a celestial kiss.
But when the stars wept blood, the heavens sighed,
For even angels fear the devil's pride."


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Mr. Whiskers, his loyal stuffed bear, clung to his chest. Its button eyes mirrored Seojin's fear. The wind howled, rattling the windowpane.

Was it just the wind, or was something more scary lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce?

The trees had transformed into big, shadowy figures resembling giants. They reminded him of the slender bodies of those tall men from the circus. Seojin hated them.

Those branches reached out like the gnarled fingers of the wicked old lady from Snow White, beckoning him to come closer. He quickly ran inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

With eyes closed, he counted, reciting the numbers he knew by heart now.
One, two, three, four, five... ten, eleven, twelve.

That would help, right? Numbers would reach hundred and everything will fall back into place.

Eighteen, nineteen, twenty.

Seojin hated this. Hated being sent out alone while his parents and Uncle Mason remained safe and warm inside. His usual bravery had deserted him, leaving only a quivering shell in its wake.

Forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight.

"Leave me!" A scream pierced the cold silence.

Fear gripped Seojin's heart. He had already exhausted himself - crying, blaming, biting - yet nothing changed. Maybe if he went to his mother, everything would be fine.

Seojin crept towards the basement door, his small frame trembling as he gazed down into the dark, musty abyss. The air up here felt heavy, oppressive, like a physical weight bearing down on his frail shoulders. His eyes darted anxiously between his parents and Uncle Mason, who stood huddled together, their expressions twisted into masks of unimaginable horror.

"What happened eomma?" Seojin's voice quivered, barely audible over the howling wind outside.

"Seojin, honey, you need to go back upstairs," his mother said gently, ushering him away from the open cellar door. But her concentration remained for mere seconds before she turned to her husband, almost demanding something.

However, Seojin remained rooted to the spot, his curiosity piqued by the muffled screams and frantic thrashing emanating from below.

"Leave me!" The wail cut through the night again.

With a final burst of courage, the 5-year-old peered over the edge and down the rickety wooden stairs. There, bound and gagged in the centre of the dimly-lit room, was his identical twin brother.

Older by mere minutes, Sejin had always felt second-place compared to his more charismatic, more confident doppelganger. Seeing his brother so helpless and vulnerable filled Seojin with a confusing swirl of emotions - pity, guilt, and fear.

"Let him go!" Seojin demanded, his small fists balled at his sides.

Mason shot him a warning look. "This isn't for your eyes, son. Now run along before you get hurt."

But instead of leaving, Seojin sneaked behind the staircase, not wanting to leave.

Sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one.

"Don't do this to him! He is not possessed," Dani kept pleading to her husband.

But Jonghin paid no heed, and the chants kept growing, incinerating the outrage beaming from the basement in a vile cry, "Eomma!"
The dark prophecy continued to torment and distort the young boy's fragile frame from inside.

The windowpanes rattled more and more, their fragile glass threatening to shatter. However, it was not the wind; it was an unidentified presence lurking in the shadows. Something unseen yet undeniably present.

Mason had been standing there, trying not to interfere as his friend and wife talked but he couldn't help feel bad. He too had a son same age as Sejin and could very well understand what Jonghin and Dani were going through.

Jonghin's paranoia was in full swing as he found himself caught between being a father and a scientist who trusted his eyes. With his home turning into hell for an entire week, he had no choice but to put his faith in the unseen. The continuous spread of rumours had been bombarding his ears nonstop, pushing him into this absurd situation.

And he had known how Satan had often been a better deity than their timid god.

"Jonghin, please. He is your son," Dani was on her knees, her hands shackled to his feet.

"You are blind in his love; open your eyes or he shall end us all," he growled through clenched teeth, tossing insults at the poor little boy in the most merciless, unfiltered way possible.

As the last syllable escaped his lips, something strange happened. He felt as though something unseen grabbed him and pushed him up against the large windows. The weight of its rage made the glass quiver and almost break. Without any hesitation, another phantom arm slammed on his chest and launched him into the ceiling.

"Jonghin!"

Seojin could feel the fear coursing through his veins as he watched Mason swiftly grab his father and pull him towards the other side of the room. Chaos echoed through the air. The pounding in his chest matched the rush of urgency propelling them forward.

"Father Morris!"

He screamed in fear as he looked over at Jonghin being hurt over and over again.

"Close the door and tie him up," the priest commanded as he turned to look back at the mess. His hands gripped the worn edges of his Bible tightly.

Mason and Jonghin loosened their holds, taking up the rope in an attempt to keep him seated, and the priest started chanting again.

"Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies,
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in our battle against principalities and powers,
against the rulers of this world of darkness,
against the spirits of wickedness in the high places."

The kid's head snapped back in a bone-chilling display while his eyeballs bulged with pure horror. The shrill cries that escaped his tiny mouth grew louder and more piercing, reaching a spine-tingling climax. And then, out of the blue, his little body spasmed abruptly, collapsing onto the chair in a horrifying puddle of cinders.

And before anybody could blink, a strange smell invaded their environment, seeping into their nostrils and creating a lasting imprint. This awful smell didn't merely tease their senses; rather, it hit them in the nose. Like an overwhelming, disgusting smell, it wrinkled their nostrils like a foul mixture of rotting materials and horror.

Ninety-four.

But it was undeniable that the stench was from a mystery mound of soggy, decomposing tissues. As the dampness clung onto it, promising a gradual decline, a single question lingered in the air: What on earth was that ghastly thing?

Was there a dead body nearby? They had their eyes racking, searching for one little entrance or a blink of some horror. Had Sejin slipped into a rotting corpse? But why?

To feed, or perhaps to sacrifice.

They promptly covered their mouths and noses as the overwhelming scent wafted through the air. The little flickering of the lights added to the foreboding atmosphere they were already giving off. And when their senses defied all other contraptions, they stopped themselves from screaming.

"It is him."

He hadn't brought in any dead carcasses; he was himself that rotting corpse. And this was what a dead creature smelled like. Fear, horror, and cold cruelty

"Eomma!"

"God, whose nature is ever merciful and forgiving, accept our prayer that this servant of yours, bound by the fetters of sin, may be pardoned by your loving kindness."

Muttering those words, the priest walked up to Sejin, and with his bare hands, he drew a cross across his chest and then another cross on himself.

"Eommmaa-Agghh!"

His pitiful wails put a serious dent in the exorcist's second attempt; the holy cross meant to bestow blessings upon Sejin was hurled haphazardly across the room, yet the determined priest refused to press pause.

"Depart, then, impious one,
depart, accursed one,
depart with all your deceits,
for God has willed that man should be His temple."

"Gaaaah-"

"In the name of the Father, and the Son, and of the Holy Spirit..."

"Stop it, please. Sejin is hurt; he is crying." Seojin cried. He had been hiding quietly behind his mother but couldn't keep quiet anymore. His twin was in extreme pain, and this was his limit of tolerance.

But Jonghin was quick to tape his palm on his son's mouth.
"Don't say a word in between Jin-ah; he is your brother. Any breath, or even a whisper, will ruin both of you in an instant. His suffering, my son, will become your burden. Stop it!"

Seojin's lips trembled, and he dared to peek at Sejin. His twin's eyes were fever-bright, pleading for release.
"No, Pa... He is my twin. He is good; he is good.

"No! He is cursed! He is cursed! This is something I had to do. And if you speak in between, you shall bear his curse... Jin-ah ple-"

But Seojin was dragged in to be devoured like the classic moth to the flame.

"Let it be if he takes me to heal Sejin. I would trade my soul for my twin."

Hundred.

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"The distinction between the past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion. The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once".

Quote unquote we all know him, his name, his presence, the famous theoretical physicist Albert Einstein and these few words are known by one and all.
But today I am not here to tell you who he was, or what he achieved in his greatest deeds and credible fortunes.

I am here to tell you the tale of the man who defied laws and intangible theories, who brought life and death together into the mystic apprehension of scarred errors.

I am here to tell you about him, about his Twin Paradox.

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Finally updating the edited version of the story. Be ready for a few changes and a lot of adrenaline. Welcome to The Twin Paradox.

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