HEY! This a new story ( yes, I know I still have that zombie fic, to complete and work on, upss) and it is about angels and demons. As mentioned in the summary, Clary is Valentines daughter and Valentine is basically the devil, and Jace is Stephen's son, and Stephen is the kingdom of angels or something like that. Hit me with a review and tell me what you think!
Good to know: Angels are beautiful creatures. They have feathered wings with colours that reflect their personality. They have powers some powerful and others weak. The king of angels, Stephen Herondale, who is only under god, rules heaven with grace and gentleness. But if an angel, is caught in wrong doing, they fall, down under earth, beneath humans God's second creation. There they are ruled by Valentine, merciless and evil, causing chaos and death for humans. Every angel and demon also have soulmates, and when they meet their soulmates gaze, a rune appears near their heart.
Prologue
"Valentine Morgenstern, you are brought here to be judged upon the crime of experimentation, of your family and kin. Do you have anything to say before we start?" The whiteblond Man with broad shoulders and muscles noticeable under his white t-shirt, spread his wings and answered the judge, head on.
" I plead guilty Stephen. I am not ashamed of my experiments, neither should I be. You angels have become weak, unable to see the truth before you." Valentine gave Stephen a smug smirk. "Do with me what you want I don't care."
A young redheaded girl stood behind him watching him, tears running down as she knew her fate would always be with her husband. She put her hands on her belly, thinking of her second child, who more than anyone else was innocent.
"You, your wife and your child, will be cast out from heaven. " The judge ended the trial. Guards led Valentine, his wife and son, out to the outskirts of the kingdom.
They bound their pure white wings together, making them unable to fly as they soared though the skies down to earth. Then they fell. But they survived. They looked back, their wings no longer white, but midnight black.
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8 months later
Jocelyn screamed out in pain, as her body contracted, so the baby could be born. Valentine was pacing outside the room, hoping, for a tiny little piece of evil to be born, to fulfill his legacy. The screams of his wife were cut of, by a piercing cry of a baby. Valentine hurried in unable to process his thoughts as he saw the bundle in his wifes arms, stretch out pure white wings, the only white thing in the room.
"What are we gonna do, Val? If the others find out we have an angel child, they will use her, hurt her. I won't allow it." Jocelyn protested, while holding their problem in her arms, looking at it with a ki d of love she never thought she would experience.
"We will find something to do, a spell maybe to simulate her falling." Jocelyn turned her gaze abruptly towards her husband. "NO. Falling hurts. It could kill her! I won't let you do that to her. There must be another way."
At the end of that sentence, a soft knock was placed on the door. The door opened to reveal a glittering man. The only sign he was a warlock was his eyes, that shone a green colour and had cat pupils. "Magnus." Valentine greeted. Magnus bowed and raised himself to look confident.
" My Lord, excuse me for interrupting but I have a suggestion to your problem." Jocelyn raised her gaze, interest showing, while Valentine kept his gaze cold and uncaring. "Go on" He prompted. "I could cast a very powerful spell on her wings, making them appear black. The spell could last forever, but there will be one person who can see through it." Valentine appeared interested, and asked " Who is it that can see through this?"
Magnus shifted position. "Her soulmate"
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Time jump to: Clarys 5th birthday.
Clary awoke to the sound of banging on her door meaning one thing. Today was the day. She could finally begin to train, so she could ruin some mundanes life, and angels all the same.
Her father always told her she could use her womanly powers to seduce angels and mundanes, but when you are 5, you don't really understand what he means. She darted up, ran over to open the door, only to nearly trip on her pitch black wings. Clary got up, and opened the door to reveal her brother Jonathan.
"Its your big day today, huh Sis?" Jonathan was 4 years older than her, and he never missed a chance to tell her. "Come on, I will show you to the training room, but dad doesn't what me participating today." Clary doesn't mind Jonathan not being there on her first lesson. He was unnaturally good at fighting.
Her and her father trained to the best of the 5 year olds energy. After 3 hours of fighting, the little girl nearly fainted, which resolved in Valentine hitting her. In a fit of anger he draged her by her ear down to the bottom of the fortress, far down, where no one can hear her scream.
He whiped her, beat her. And when he was done he left her, bleeding out. The last words she heard that day was cut into her mind. "This is the only present you get this year, daugther mine. Think twice before you disobey me. After all, To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed."
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Jace's 5th birthday:
The sun was shining in through the windows of the Herondale manner, which was placed on the highest point in Idris, the angels heaven and home. Little Jonathan (Jace) Herondale was playing in his room, waiting for his parents to come say happy birthday to him. It was his 5th birthday, but he had never been more excited. He would start training to protect mundanes today.
Time went by, hours flew. At some point Jace's friend Alexander had come to play, with his little sister Isabelle. They left at sundown, but there was still no sign of Jace's parents.
He went to bed, giving up upon the hope that his parents would come, when the door opened, to reveal his father, with his big white wings with blue highlights. Stephen sat down on Jaces bed, and began to teach him one thing.
" Demons are cruel. Never trust one." That was Jace's 5th birthday present, and he always follows it.
Hey again! Tell me what you think and give me some ideas both for this one and the zombie fabric I have. Please REVIEW!