City of Mortal Sins

by Digitialwriter92

After CoHF. One year after the Dark War and the Shadowhunters aren't yet up to they're former power. However evil never sleeps for long and the arrival of a familiar face has struck everyone with terror but what is truly terrifying is the news this man brings. Darkness shrouds light, Shadow draws blood, Fear captures courage and when alls good in the world is gone...Then what.

1. Prologue

Prologue: Sin Returns.

Out of the maddening vortex of flashing gold and spinning darkness. A young man was tossed on to the wet green of Central park. Breathing hard and covered with nicks and cuts the man lifted himself up with effort as he could feel the demon poison in his veins do its work. He looked upon the portal he had just come through and hoped it would close soon...but nothing was ever easy for one of the last survivors of the Shadowhunters. He saw with his farsighted Rune burning with use, that black twisting shapes were coming ever closer and finally the portal was closing. Closing to slowly that two of the demons had entered the realm and took corporeal forms. One was a shaggy mess of black hair with two large yet bony arms that almost could be mistaken for whithered tree branches, and a single red orb in the center of the black mass that leaked a fluid that burned the grass. The other was a what looked more like a overgrown snake with tanish skin that gave off a distinct shine that made it easy to guess that the thing was coated in a poison, but no eyes and instead of fangs it had grotesque looking teeth that looked more like shards of broken glass.

The young shadowhunter was battered and exhausted but he could not let this final mission fail. He pulled his silver broadsword decorated with falling stars from its sheath. The snake demon attacked first, slithering killing the grass and replacing the green with a dead brown in its wake, attempting to bite down on the warriors shoulder. He jumped back and prepared his broadsword. The demon launched itself again as the shadowhunter spun to the left using his momentum to swing his sword across and through the giant snake cutting it in half from its mouth to the tail. The other demon wasted no time to move in and smashed one of its rooted like claws against the hunter. His silver broadsword escaping his grip and landing several feet away from him. The black mess of hair then leaped on top of the winded man dripping acidic fluid from its pulsing red orb. Knowing he has no other choice the shadowhunter makes a desperate move to the hilt of a shortsword strapped just above his waist. The demon sees it and shudders in fear but before it can do anything the hilt of the shortsword is pulled and the demon flickers out of existance in a blinding radiance.

Sheathing his holy weapon the worn out warrior slowly makes it back to his feet and takes a long look at whats around him. Making his way through the park, all the lively green had surpised him but what caught him most was what he saw next. Cities. People. All alive and bustling with there own lives unknowing about the hunters in the shadows that protect them from the ever looming darkness. He was in awe at what he saw. Never had he been so happy to see so many people walking around and have nothing to do with demons or the fear of dying at a moments notice. He looked up and saw a night sky filled with sparkling lights, a sky not scorched nor a moon broken, if only it was daytime. How the shadowhunter would love to see the proud brillant sun, a sun that is not a mere pathetic cinder of fallen ash and smoke.

As the man made his way to the sidewalk he noticed two young men in black leather outifts. He could tell in a instant what they were. They were like him but not battered and beaten survivors of a lost civilization no they were harden warriors, proud and in they're prime. However the young man was starting to lose what will he had. standing was becoming more of problem for him as the world was spinning around him and kept spinning as he was certain he had fallen to the hard cemented ground. The two shadowhunters came to him one with black straight hair and blue eyes, the other was all gold hair, eyes, even his skin seemed to have some gold in it. They removed the hood of his cloak and jumped back in surprise and almost fear of the mess of white hair. The Gold warrior grabbed the wounded man by the neck of the cloak harshly and between clenched teeth he hissed."Who are you!?"

Taking the last of his strength the shadowhunter whispered. "Jonathan...Fairchild."