Okay, here's my deal. This is a complete test run for my story. I want to know if I suck at writing multi-chapters, so flame me up or do whatever. Hell, send me your own ideas, I could use them. If you like, review so that I know to continue. I don't read these little author notes either, so if you don't, I won't cry about it. Just let me know what you think.
Disclaimer-I have no rights to Mortal Instruments. If I did, many different things and people would be alive or together.
Prologue
Valentine Morgenstern walked down the long, marble-floored corridor, the rythymic click of his shoes on the polished stone a familiar presence. He could just barely hear it, the faint wails of a newborn child; his deceased second-in-command's newborn child, to be specific. Nathan's wife, Jessamine, had just given birth to their second-born son merely a few hours ago, giving her own life for her child's. This would be the man's first chance at seeing him.
His own eldest son, Jonathan, walked by his side. He had just turned three today, but looked much older, his growth enhanced by the Greater Demon blood coursing throughout his veins, that small adjustment courtesy of Valentine himself; but he couldn't linger on the boy's impassive face and dark, nearly black eyes now. He had more important matters to attend to.
The cries were much louder, and he could clearly hear them, now, as they stopped in front of a simple wooden door. When opened, it revealed a plain room. The walls were blue, a midnight blue, the same shade as the ceiling, which held sprinkles of gleaming white and silver and gold, a pathetic imitation of the real shining slivers of heaven that littered the night-time sky outside. Few pieces of decor were placed about the room, except for a crib, dresser, and a lone rocking chair, looming in stillness beside the crib...almost like a guardian to the precious thing held inside it.
Valentine approached the structure and felt a smirk of pride involuntarily curl one corner of his lips upward as he carefully picked up the bundle that lay inside it, the babies screams only muffling slightly; but as he kneeled and Jonathan peered at what was laying inside his father's arms with instinctual curiosity, the child silenced altogether, blinking iridescent blue eyes at the older boy. Slowly, a wide grin spread over his face and he giggled.
Valentine whispered to Jonathan,"This is Gabriel Octavian Herondale. He's going to be your parabatai."
Oddly, Jonathan seemed entranced by the sight of the newborn. A patch of ink black hair was littering the top of Gabriel's smooth head. Stretching a hand out cautiously, he gently brushed his fingers along the top of it, finding how the soft whiskers tickled his palm awe-worthy. "Would you like to hold him?"asked the man.
Jonathan seemed unusually hesitant, before he nodded and Valentine slowly passed Gabriel to his son. Jonathan found a small smile tilting up his mouth before he murmured,"You're a little thing, aren't you?"
The playful tone of voice he held surprised the boy's father, but he pressed it back, watching with slightly widened eyes as Jonathan allowed Gabriel to grip one of his index fingers with a shockingly tight hold. Valentine muttered to Jonathan, and partly to himself,"You'll get along just fine...just fine..."