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Summary: "Fallen angels are made, not born." Belial smiled cruelly at Jace. "When Ithuriel's hatred eventually takes over your Parabatai, there will be nothing left of Alexander Lightwood." Visions of Ithuriel's rebirth is shown to the Shadowhunters, but can an Angel covered in scars truly be reborn?

PS: A/N at the bottom.

Prologue

Year 1904, Herondale Yorkshire Residence

Gabriel Lightwood was hardly someone you would call, a despairing person, regardless of the situation he was in. He was not one to crumble under pressure nor danger, even if it was his loved ones that were facing any dangerous kind of situation.

But this was different.

In the dark of the room, it would have been comforting if not for the fact that this job, this detestable job, had been left to the last person he expected it to be. Who was in fact, in this very same room as him.

It should have ended with him.

It was supposed to.

Collecting his thoughts, he took a deep breath before looking up from where he had buried his face in his hands earlier after he had dragged the boy up to the room with him.

"When did it happen?" it came out almost as a whisper.

"Two nights ago." Came the quiet reply.

"Why didn't you say no to them?" Gabriel's hands slammed onto the handrests of the armchair. "Do you know it means to accept this, James? You'll-!" Gabriel's voice quavered. "You'll…be a murderer."

"I know." James Herondale looked at his uncle with blank golden eyes. "I am prepared for it."

"This is not what your parents nor Cordelia would have wanted, James." Gabriel said, almost pleadingly. "Nor do I. You can't stain your hands with blood, James. It's not for you."

"Auntie Cecy would be heartbroken too if she knew what you had to do as well, Uncle Gabriel." James replied, sadness breaking through to show in those golden eyes. "It would kill her to know."

"No one can no know, James. No one must ever find out!" Gabriel said, fists clenching. Silence fell over the both of them before James spoke again.

"But I did it in part to end this line of hatred." Gabriel looked at him. "For Chris and Grace-"

"That girl will never marry into my family!" Gabriel cut him off harshly. "I will never approve of their marriage, ever!"

"But they truly love each other, Uncle Gabriel." James's tone barely betrayed his emotions over the woman he once loved, and still loved. "Even after what Auntie Tatiana did-"

"I'm not doing this just for you, James, it's partly because I'll never acknowledge Tatiana as my sister any longer." Gabriel snapped. "Grace may have been a pawn but it makes me no less not sympathetic to her. She nearly…" he took a deep breath. "It killed your parents to know what you tried to do. As much as I don't get along with your dad, we are both fathers. I have to answer to your father as well."

"I know." James said softly. "But the marriage will happen regardless. I've seen it." He cut in before Gabriel could interrupt again. "Few decades later, this chain of sadness will repeat again. That child will fall to darkness, just like us. I want to protect him."

"James…" Gabriel looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Dad was touched by an angel, and an angel protected mom. But that very same angel that protected mom lost his innocence, and he will need the child to return to his place. But if he is to fall to darkness…"

A loud banging on the door snapped them out of their thoughts.

"Oi! Lightworm! What are you doing in there with my son!?" Under normal circumstances, Gabriel would have rolled his eyes and snapped back a retort, but this time, he merely glanced at the door, then back to his nephew.

And his eyes fell to the rune blazing on his arm, visible only to those who bore the same rune.

"I want to protect that future, Uncle." James said it so quietly Gabriel almost didn't hear him. "I want to protect him. That child."

"Oi! Are you listening!?" This time, Gabriel did roll his eyes.

"You better leave and convince your father I'm not trying to intimidate you or something." A smile found its way to James's lips.

"Even if this is his study?"

"Yes." Gabriel answered flatly. "James." The younger man stopped in his action of turning the doorknob. "I truly wish you won't have to spill any blood."

He was given a tight but sad smile.

"I wish he doesn't have to, too."

Present day, New York Institute

It ripped like fire through him.

Burying his face into the pillow, he tried to muffle the screams as pain lanced through him, more acute with every wave since it began hours ago. He was surethat by now his bedsheets were soaked with sweat, and already he didn't have to turn to see the blood that was surely trickling out of his back and staining his shirt.

Blood out of wounds that he had no idea existed until three weeks ago when he had woken to an excruciating pain one night.

And as one last wave of pain passed through him that he let out a strangled scream, he collapsed back to the bed, shivering from both the aftershocks of the pain and the cold that was stinging at his pale skin.

"Why…? Why me…?" he whispered to the darkness.

Sleep eluded him even as exhaustion was covering him like a blanket, and he broke out of his clouded thoughts as the room to his door slammed open, and hazily he saw Shadowhunters swarm into his room, weapons drawn on their hands. Slowly, he sat up, trying to not wince as tiny stabs of pain went through him.

"…is something the matter?" he croaked, his throat raw from screaming earlier. The Shadowhunters each exchanged uneasy looks, until the sound of boots clopping against the floor turned everyone's attention to it. Maryse Lightwood and Jia Penhallow walked into the room, their faces stony, although Maryse's eyes looked like she was fighting an inner battle, more so obvious as she took in her son's weary state.

"Alexander." She started. Tired blue eyes looked at her in confusion.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood." Jia Penhallow's voice cut through the tension in the room, her voice sharp, barely giving away any form of emotions that was surely coursing through her. "As of now, you are under arrest by the Clave for the murder of the criminal Jonathan Morgensten and the attempted murder of Jocelyn and Clarissa Fairchild."

A/N: So after being jammed for a long time, I decided to combine two of my story ideas together andddd…this rewritten chapter is the result. Thanks to all those who reviewed earlier, and to those of you who favorited it as well. It's a pretty short intro for now, but I assure you the drama will be incoming soon.

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