A/N Yay a cebriel fan fiction. I will tell it from two different points of view. I don't own the characters they all belong to the magical Cassandra Clare

"I can t believe you Gabriel! You could of stopped this from happening." Father said his hands raised in disgust.

"I had no control over it father and as a matter of neither do you. There is no stopping love." I said my eyebrows furrowing . This whole argument started when Benedict Lightwood came to check on his boys progress of training the shadowhunters at the London institute, to be greeted with the news of Gideon's and Sophie's engagement.

The lash out of his hand was quick and deadly and I felt the sting across my cheek.

"Don't you ever speak of that filth again!" Benedict seethed through clenched teeth
My eyes flashed with a glint of aggression as my fingers stretched to my belt.

"don't you dare pull a sereph blade little boy. You may be a trained hunter now but I won't hesitate to send you back to the angel himself." Benedict said standing again
Regrettably I width drew my hand.

"Then consider this the last time you will ever see me. I do not wish to live here. As far as I am concerned ," I said standing to my feet walking to the door. "I have no father." I said spite dripping from my tounge.
I stomped down the hall the anger rolling through me in waves, I stopped long enough to grab my duffle bag from my now empty room and head out the door never wanting to see this place again.