This is a kind of sequel to my story The High Warlock of Brooklyn(s Sister) which follows the TV series of Shadowhunters. We don't know what's gonna be happening in season 3 at this point, and so this continuation of my story may or may not be incorporated as the true continuation. When it does come out, I'll fix continuity errors when we cross that bridge.

Until then, enjoy all that I have in store for my characters as the story begins to pick up.

"Now, let's see if this boy wants to mingle with demons when I'm through with him."

Namir, the Demon Queen, approached the unconscious man as her hands crackled with dark purple electricity. She launched it forward, and he instantly woke up, screaming through the pain of his rude awakening as his skin was seared, already cut and bruised from previous encounters.

"Stop!"

The chained demon threw himself forward to try and tackle Namir back. She expected the attack and smacked him away, sending him into the wall with a scream as his elbow was crushed from the force and snapped in the wrong direction.

"Ah, ah, ah," She taunted. "You shouldn't dare attack your queen. Besides, you've made him one of my subjects. I can do whatever I wish with him."

Her hands lit up once more.

"Don't! Please…I'll do what you want, just don't hurt him!"

She smiled and let her hands flicker out. "That's a good boy. We're going to play a game with little Shu. You'll get to go and meet her, though you shall take orders from me. Do as I say, and this one will be treated like a welcome guest. You'll even get to come and meet him during certain hours. Step out of line, and we'll get to see if this angel can survive the ordeals I was subject to for centuries on end."

"No, Kan," The angel muttered. "You can't…"

"I can. But you have to promise me with a binding oath, no tricks, no traps, no loopholes or technicalities. If I do what you order, you won't hurt him in any way and I'll be allowed to see him freely within reasonable amounts of time."

"And if you don't, I'll make sure he suffers unbearable pain for the rest of eternity, while you will be able to do nothing but watch. I accept these terms to an ancient demon blood oath, unbreakable by even me."

She bit her thumb and let blood flow out, and he did the same, the two of them clasping their hands together and letting the blood mix. A circle of red light glowed and spun around the two of them, before it closed in and morphed into a series of blood-red runes circling the wrists of each of their clasped hands - his left, her right.

"The deal is made. Let us get to work, my dear Kandai."

Shu dreamt she was flying. When she opened her eyes, she realized that floating feeling wasn't just her dream anymore. She was literally hovering five feet off her bed and nearly hitting the ceiling of her room.

She let out a squeak as she suddenly plummeted back down to the mattress. She landed on her stomach, raising her head from the mound of sheets and blowing a strand of hair from her face, though it all fell back into her eyes a moment later. Maybe it was just the sun, but it looked brighter than usual.

"Hey."

She swept her hair out of her face with her hand and threw it out of the way to see Charon sitting at the other and of the bed. He'd been allowed to stay over at their place while he recovered from his wound from the Soul Sword. Though she'd kicked him out while she was going psycho from her demon side going crazy, now she was doing better after Raziel's appearance and possession of her and he was invited back in while he recovered his powers.

And it wouldn't really make sense for him to have his own room, since not only was he a demon who Magnus didn't trust on his own around their apartment at night, no matter how much of a friend he was to Shu, but he needed to be looked after because of the Soul Sword wound being serious against a Greater Demon. Shu was the only one who had the power to heal a wound made by an angelic weapon against a demon.

"Have a nice night?" He asked.

"Sure, minus the whole waking up on the ceiling thing."

"Never seen that happen to you."

"I don't think it's ever happened before either."

She stood and moved to the closet to change. While she looked to the mirror to brush her hair, she realized it was brighter than usual, and there were no windows in the closet to be affecting it. Laced throughout her black locks were silver strands, only able to be seen from certain angles.

She peaked her head out. "Charon, are you seeing this too?"

"What?"

She walked over to him and held out a few strands. "My hair. I swear, it's…I don't know. It's turning grey."

He stood and walked over to run his hand through her hair and hold it up. "Huh, you're right. It feels really angelic. Maybe your bonding with Raziel left some side effects."

"Do you think it'll go back to normal?"

"You can always glamour it, but evidence says it should. Razz is one of the most powerful angels out there, but that means his effects are special, and they probably won't last forever. You should probably keep an eye on your…uh, eyes too."

"What's wrong with my eyes?"

She hurried into the bathroom where the lighting was better, flicking on the mirror light of the magnifying mirror meant to be used for make up and saw that her normally dark brown eyes were now chocolate brown. It could've just been her paranoia, but they were definitely different. She'd had thousands of years to look at her own reflection, through water and ice, to mirrors and pictures, and they were changing.

"You sure this is reversible?"

"Glamourable for now, but it should go back to normal eventually."

She sighed. "Why glamour it? I might as well accept the change while I have it, see how far it goes. If it doesn't ever get better, then I'll resort to a glamour."

"Well, it's not like it changes you too much. You're still beautiful."

"Thanks, but there will be endless aging jokes thrown my way. You can count on it."

Shu was making breakfast by hand for the boys. Magicking up food only got so interesting, and it gave her things to do when there were no clients to deal with. Besides, if she got tired of doing all the domestic stuff she could resort to magic whenever she wanted. And it was good preparation in case their magic was for some reason disabled - which had happened before.

"Hey, what's cooking?" Alec asked, him and Magnus walking out from the Warlock's room.

"Bacon and eggs," She explained.

"Whoa, did someone get highlights, or is your age finally beginning to catch up with you?" Magnus quipped.

"Well, that didn't take long," Charon muttered.

"Shut up, Magnus," Shu snapped, pointing her tongs at him. "This could happen to you at any moment if it's happening to me. Besides, you're still 20 times older than your boyfriend, so don't start judging."

"Says the one who's 20 times older than me."

"Well I'm just about 20 years older than you, so that still makes me the oldest person in this room," Charon interjected.

"Twenty, seriously?"

"Nah, I was just going on theme. But I'm still older than you."

"I think we've established that."

"What's up with the new look, though?" Alec jumped in.

"A side effect of Raziel's summoning," She said, holding up some strands. "He's one of the more powerful angels, and so, after keeping my distance from angle blood for so long, my body isn't used to it, especially in such a potent form. Razz and I have had our disagreements in the past, however, as long as I stay out of trouble and don't go on a…well another vendetta against the angels, we can get along. The side effects of his angelic possession should wear off eventually. I have no doubt that it'd be pure white if not for being soul bonded to such a powerful Downworlder as well as babysat by a Greater Demon."

"Babysat?" Charon demanded.

"Yeah, babysat?" Magnus asked more skeptically.

"Watch it," She threatened. "I have kitchen utensils and I'm not afraid to use 'em."

"Trust me, I know you could make a weapon out of anything."

She flipped the bacon in the pan and cracked the eggs into the second, putting a lid over it.

"Besides, Charon's just staying until he's fully healed. I'm the only one with the skill necessary to help him heal from a Soul Sword wound."

Charon shifted in his seat. "Actually…I was gonna request to stay a little longer than that. You're father's palace isn't exactly as nice as this place. I mean, it is a palace, but the man's already angry enough at me for embarrassing him in front of Azazel."

"How did that happen?"

"I exploded after what he did to nearly break the soul bond between you and Magnus by switching him with Morgenstern."

"I take it that didn't go too well."

"He restrained me, but the thing about demons is we know our place. I won't be expected to step out of line again. I just told him that I'm looking after his children to make sure you two don't do anything too stupid, and so I'm allowed to stay as long as I want. Not that I really need a place to sleep, but immortal lives do get boring when you stay up for too long. And I am obligated to stay with you two."

"One of us more than the other, right?" Magnus asked.

"Yeah, you, since you're the weaker of the two of us," Shu said.

"But you've known him longer."

"And I have had more time to hate him."

"I'm right here, you know," Charon called.

"Sure, hate him," Magnus said, rolling his eyes.

"No bacon for you, mister."

She put the bacon on a big plate, and did the same with the eggs. She set them on the table and gave out plates.

"Eat up, boys. And believe me, Alexander, I know how to cook."

"I'll take your word for it."

"It's getting worse," Shu announced, looking into the mirror.

There were barely anymore black strands remaining in her hair, and her eyes were now pale and colorless.

"I look like I have some sort of disease."

"Nah. You look more like a female Sephiroth," Charon said.

"All I need are the Mako-enhanced blue eyes."

"Okay, now I look like a female Sephiroth."

Her eyes were a deep blue that popped like an anime character's, much more obvious than a normal blue color and almost seeming to glow. Not to mention her hair was completely silver now.

"You still look beautiful, angel."

"Thanks, but how long will this last?"

"Who knows? You smell more angelic than ever, though."

"No doubt that this would be so much worse if it wasn't for my constant exposure to darkness."

There was a knocking on the front door, and Alec and Magnus were out on a date, so they'd portal home on their own, not take the front door. Even if they just went somewhere in New York and walked on foot, Magnus would still be able to let himself in through the wards. They didn't lock the door, but instead kept it enchanted to let in only certain people.

Shu went to the door and opened it, only to find…another Charon?

He looked to be extremely injured, covered in cuts and bruises, his shirt and pants ripped and worn, barefoot, thin, shaking as though he was ready to collapse at any second.

"Susu," He panted. "I need…your help…"

"Charon!" She called. "You have a clone!"

And said clone then fell forward and passed out.

"He's a Greater Demon," Charon reported. "Though he looks like he's extremely weak."

"Why is he wearing your face though?"

"I'm the one wearing the face. This isn't mine, you know. And if he were trying to impersonate me, he wouldn't have done it while I were still here. Plus, his injuries are real."

"So he's impersonating my uncle too?"

"Or…"

She shook her head in disbelief. "No. You are not saying that he's actually-"

"I can't say for sure. But he seems to have memories of you. They're some of his most treasured ones. But there's something else. Something protecting even more precious memories, ones that are at the forefront of his mind, but are also being deliberately blocked by a demon stronger than me."

"Are they precious, as in someone he loves, or are they bad for us?"

"They're more love than hiding some truths."

"He called me Susu…that's what my uncle called me. No one's ever been allowed to use that name, even Magnus."

"Susu?"

"My full name is Asushunamir, but when I was little, I couldn't pronounce it properly. I called myself 'A-su-su-na-mu.' It was…the demons who named me, not my mother, so I was fine with keeping the name given to me even after she was gone and I escaped. When I explained what my name was to him, he started calling me Susu. My mother never used my name. I'm not even sure she knew what it was. She just called me 'girl,' 'devil child,' and the like. Once I was taken in by the demons, they would always call me 'Little Shu.' It's been so long, I nearly forgot what it was like to be called anything other than Shu. I nearly forgot my whole name."

"But you remembered it when I first asked you."

"Yeah. I guess there's no real way to forget it, at least, not for me. And maybe I was okay with it because he said it was beautiful. Maybe it was my own way of keeping him alive."

"You didn't have control over yourself, and you were purposefully pushed to the edge to see when you would break. What happened wasn't your fault. You didn't know he'd be there."

"I understand all of that, that nothing I did or what happened was my fault, but I wish I could've done something."

"It was out of your hands. If anything, I'm the one who's guilty for lying to you for so long and letting it all happen."

"You would've only brought trouble for yourself and wouldn't be here with me now. Regretting our mistakes won't do us any good. We might as well figure out the here and now. What are we gonna do with him?"

"If he is your uncle, we'll have to ask him what happened to get him here and how he survived, but we can't be sure yet. You should probably restrain him. Should be little problem while you've got some extra angel power in you."

"He's still pretty weak from his injuries, even if I've fixed up most of the cuts, bruises, and broken bones. He's extremely fatigued and his body has clearly been strained for a good deal of time, as well a malnourished and without proper care. He won't be going anywhere whether I restrain him or not. No matter who he is, he needs sleep, food, water, probably some emotional therapy as well. What are you getting on your end?"

"He's definitely got a lot of pain in his past. Desperation, little bit of hope. He seems like the kind of guy that I'd easily be able to get some nice memories out of him."

"You like that kind of thing?"

"Nostalgia and surviving painful loss. I guess it's something that I've gotten used to. It's happy for deep people."

She scoffed. "I suppose."

She walked over and wrapped her hands around her uncle's wrist, letting her hands glow before a white band appeared around it, fused to his skin. "That'll keep him in check just in case he goes rogue on us, but not do any damage or impede him until then. I'll make him an elixir to help him heal faster. You look after him in case he wakes up."

She hurried around the apartment, grabbing ingredients and mixing them into a cauldron. She also made some soup, mixing in the elixir. Luckily, she'd had plenty of experience with making food and mixing in potions. Whether it was for good effects or bad ones, she knew how to make a concoction tasteless and mix with whatever beverage or meal she wanted seamlessly.

"Hey, how's he doing?"

"He's awake, but really weak. I don't think he can speak. Or open his eyes. Or move…at all."

Shu walked over and set the bowl on the table, helping move her uncle into a sitting position. She waved her magic across him for a diagnosis, feeling his vitals and health. He still seemed to be recovering, but he seemed to be awake and trying to move.

"I'm gonna give you a spoonful of soup. It'll help, I promise."

She moved the spoon to his lips and slipping it in gently, tilting the liquid inside. The elixir-lined meal melted in his mouth and absorbed into his system, helping with his fatigue and famine. He grunted as he made an effort to move.

"Whoa, slow down, honey. Don't strain yourself. A little more of my soup and you'll be in better condition to move."

"I've…gotta go to the bathroom," Charon said. "I'll leave you two alone."

He began to walk off.

"Uh, Chare? That's Magnus's room."

He stopped and turned back, heading in the opposite direction le giving a nervous smile. "Right."

She watched him go suspiciously, but turned her attention back to her patient as he grunted and looked ready to follow after Charon, lurching forward as far as he could, but unable to support himself.

"Hey, hey. Just finish one bowl of my soup and you'll be good enough to talk, all right? But you're in no condition to be up and about."

He reluctantly relaxed into her embrace, and she moved to set him back on the couch. She fed him more of the soup, and he began to relax.

"Think you can speak?"

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. He tried again, seemingly forcing his voice to come out, but still nothing. He gritted his teeth in anger and pointed over to her room, his hand shaking from weakness, before it fell once more.

"What?"

He pulled his hand back up into the air once more, holding it up with his other and resting it on the side of the couch. He pointed frantically forward towards her room.

"What? I don't understand. That's my room."

He sighed and let his hands fall, looking down in thought before pointing to her chest.

"What? My necklace?"

She was only wearing Charon's necklace, as she was planning on changing the clasp on her ring one. He reached for it, but she pulled back quickly.

"Whoa, hey, this is mine."

He pleaded with his eyes, holding up a finger like 'Just one touch.' She looked him over, seeing concern in his eyes, worry, and desperation. He looked exactly like Charon, and if he really was her uncle, there was no reason not to deny him just one single touch. But the moment something funny happened, she'd pull out. No way was she letting this gem be used for anything evil.

She held it out slowly in her palm, and he dropped his hand on top of it. Her eyes then whitened with a vision.

Kandai was lying sprawled across the couch while Charon worked to heal his injuries. The two of them looked near identical, minus the wounds on Kandai as well as their outfits.

Suddenly the injured demon shot up to grab Charon's neck. "I don't know who you are or why you're wearing my face, but I will not let you hurt my little girl. I'm gonna need to barrow these."

He stood and shoved Charon back onto the couch where he had just been, the two of them flickering with a dark red aura that completely surrounded them. When they faded, the two of them had switched outfits, and Charon was paralyzed.

"Hey, how's he doing?" Shu called.

Shu's vision returned, and she saw the weakened man in front of her. "Oh, my gods, Charon?!"

He nodded weakly, sighing in relief.

She cupped his face. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't realize…"

He shook his head and pointed again to her room.

"Give me a moment."

She concentrated and focused on the demonic energy that was restraining him. Despite him and Kandai both being Greater Demons, there was a clear difference to the experienced magic-user.

He gasped, breathing hard as it suddenly became a million times easier to move again. "I'm back."

"Are you all right?"

"Pissed off. What is that psycho doing in your room?"

He stood and she quickly followed to find Kandai was searching around.

He was grabbing her ring-necklace from the nightstand where she'd left it, the clasp part removed and set to the side but the leather cord still strung on. The black leather strands hung off the sides of his hands as he stared at the runed metal.

"Hey! Hands off!" Shu shouted.

She snatched up the ring and waved her hand, the white band she'd made on his wrist glowing and causing him to tense up, unable to move and all magic disabled. "This is mine. Who the hell are you?!"

"It is you," He muttered. "I-I wasn't sure, but…that ring. You got it from me. Susu, I'm Kandai."

"Why the hell did you attack and paralyze my friend?"

"He's a Greater Demon wearing my face to gain your trust. Excuse me if I was just trying to help you."

"She doesn't need your help," Charon snapped. "And I'm her friend."

"That face belongs to a man, belongs to me. Someone who actually cares for her."

"You think I don't care for her? I know her better than you, arsehole!"

"You only care for the experiment, like every other demon out there!"

"Boys, enough!" Shu interjected, shoving them apart and releasing the freezing spell. "Uncle, I don't think I've formally introduced Valak Mataecharonsan, the Greater Demon in charge of watching over and guiding me down the demon path for the past few millennia. I know who he is, I know why he hangs out with me, and I know why he uses your face, so please stop trying to unnecessarily protect me from him."

"You're Valak?" Kandai repeated, before bowing his head. "My apologies."

Shu blinked, looking between the identical men. "Uh…wait, what?"

"I'm a Lieutenant to a Prince of Hell," Charon explained. "As such, I have some influence over the demon world."

"And we demons know our place in the hierarchy," Kandai finished. "Even me. Valak is high enough that he could punish me. I have transgressed."

"Just start explaining why I should believe you're the original Kandai."

"Oh, that's simple. I can show both of you all my experiences and memories should you choose to view them."

He offered each of his hands, and Shu looked at it hesitantly before placing her hand within his grip. Though he looked exactly like Charon - or the other way around, really - there were significant details in the small ways that they acted, including the way his hand grasped hers.

"Do you want me to see them too?" Charon asked. "I won't pry if they are real and private memories."

"It's okay," Shu said. "I'll determine their authenticity, but fake or real, there's nothing I have to hide from you."

He nodded and took his double's hand, before each of their eyes whitened as a vision took over.