I've been thinking about colours.

Most colours have a meaning, like white is purity, blue is sad, red is love, purple is royalty, black is death.

Well black and white are a little different to Shadowhunters.

Anyway, I made my own meanings. Each colour has a reason and a story to go with it.

First is pink.

Last week I was out hunting, the moon was out its light dimed by the clouds that hung over the Manhattan skyline. I was watching a pack of werewolves; they seem to be racing through the streets for fun. After about twenty minutes, I saw something following them. I watched it for several minutes before I realized what it was. A demon.

I had never seen one like it before, but I could tell it was hunting; the werewolves seemed to be its prey for the night. Cutting through an ally way the demon ran ahead of the werewolves.

I looked to the wolves and noticed they were about to run by the demon as it hide in an ally way just under the bank roof I had chosen to watch from. The demon saw them coming and slid into the shadows.

I jump down from my perch and run toward the demon as it retreated further into the shadows. If I didn't know it was there I could have run right by it.

It somewhat reminded me of a velociraptor the long tail, long sharp claws and powerful body made for jumping; but it was silent when it moved, it's mouth almost invisible, just a small line and it eyes huge and black as soot, its whole head covered in slime. I reached out to rip its head off, but it stepped aside, fast as lightning, and kicked me to the ground. Running towards me I waited till it was right on me, before kicking it with my heels, as it fell back I jump onto it as the demon tried to stand up. I pulled out my blade I sliced its head off. Then it vanishes, leaving only its bright pink blood all over my heels, jacket, and blade.

Pink is the colour of evil.