So this is my first fanfiction on this user! Yay! It's address to Julian Blackthorn about how he deals with killing his own father after Andrew Blackthorn became an Endarkened. Julian is seventeen in this fanfic so this is set during the events of Lady Midnight.
You see them pouring in. The doors were only designed to keep fairies out. Not them. They were, after all, Shadowhunters. Never mind the fact they had drank from the Infernal Cup.
The Endarkened.
You don't recognise many of them as they threaten to endanger the Nephilem young. As they cut diwn the guards and children. Some make their way toward you. You, Livvy, Ty, Dru, baby Tavvy and Emma. Being the eldest, you try to herd your siblings into a group and shield them.
That's when you recognise the Dark Shadowhunter infront of you. Tangled hair exactly the same shade as yours. Same blue-green eyes you painted onto you siblings' portraits- except these pair were bloodshot.
"Ty? Tiberius. Come here,"he calls out with violent hunger explicitly moulded into his eyes.
"Dad?"your brother steps forward. Livvy pulls onto his arm but to no avail.
The monster who had stolen Andrew Blackthorn's face grins treacherously and you glimspe into it's deadly soul. You see into the evil and darkness that had haunted your father's body. You see the squirming destructive horror and chaos injected into the man who had one gave you life.
When Ty takes another step forward towards the enemy, you don't care that is is your dad's face. All you care about is to make sure your siblings are safe and sound.
You thrust the short sword from your belt toward Andrew Blackthorn's chest. Maybe the gods blesses that throw, even though they now hate you.
You know the monster is long gone before it hits the marble floor of the Accords Hall. The others did too.
Patricide.
No one says it, but the unforgivable word is your only thought.
"I hate you!"your ten year old brother lunges at you, with anger dominant on his rear-stained face. All you can do is thank the Angel he is safe and alive. "You killed him, I hate you, I hate you!"
Your realise Ty really does mean it as his twin pulls him away. You're grateful they're alive. Livy with her soothing words and gentle hands. Dru looking up with tearful, wet eyes. Two year old Tavvy with his unstoppable tears.
But Emma...
You will never forget the look on her face...
You awake with a jolt. Your nose feels red and eyes puffy. Tears streak down you face, courtesy of yet another reminder of that horrid day. That was when you were twelve. You're seventeen, now.
But you will never forget.
That was it! How was it? Please review and tell me what you think.
Thank you!
~InfinityDreamer