"Die, Demon! Die!" The man pushes the child down into the water, eyes red and angry. Underneath the surface of the water the boy smiles, completely comfortable with the fact that he's being drowned… or getting a free bath. After all, he's immortal. The water can't hurt him

It isn't until his father begins to shake him that he realizes that it's starting to get cold. The sun has set, making way for the moon and its millions of tiny stars.

"Father."

The man stares at his son, not quite believing that he's still alive.

"No. No, I must have imagined it." Even so, he doesn't release his grip on the boy, instead digging his nails even deeper into the small arms.

"Father, you'll catch a cold."

"Die!"

"I can't! I would, but I can't! I. Am. A. Warlock!"

The man screams, shaking the young Warlock even harder.

I have to get him to stop. The boy thinks, watching as three figures appear at the edge of the forest. Their fangs catch the moonlight, scattering tiny beams of light across the ground. Vampires. But what do I do? What beats water that I can control?

The answer comes to him as quickly as he had thought the question, seemingly out of nowhere.

Fire…..

A lone spark shoots from his fingertips before he can react.

"No, wait! Fire can't help, water puts OUT fire!"

But it's too late. The flame makes its way to the surface, growing and expanding once it reaches the open air. Almost immediately the Vamps shrink back, glaring at their almost-prey. But the fire doesn't stop there, instead moving to the boy's father and landing on his jacket. He lets go of the boy and screams, ripping the coat off. Strangely, though, the fire has soaked though the fabric and soon his whole body is covered in flames. He reaches a hand towards the Warlock, still screaming.

"You monster! I should have dumped you on the streets as soon as I found out what you are!"

"And what am I?" The boy asks softly, dangerously, not sounding at all like the innocent 10 year old that he was only moments ago.

"A filthy Downworlder whose existence PROVES that the Shadowhunter's world should be destroyed! Now get rid of this fire!"

"No." The baby Warlock turns and walks away, ignoring his former father's angry shouts. The flames probably don't hurt much. He thinks as he makes his way back to the house. After all, it was one of my first spells and I didn't even mean to do it.

"Mother!" No reply. He pushes open the back door, hand hovering over the candlestick. Something isn't right Warlocks can pick up on a human presence at least 10 feet away... even a new one. But there's no indication that anyone alive is inside the house.

A small flame escapes form his left hand, traveling down the table and stopping on a note, clearly written by his mother.

Goodbye, my dears.

John, I hope you can love our son even though you now know why he's different.

~Margaret.

That's when everything begins to make sense. A Warlock's powers can be accelerated by the death of a parent. The boy runs outside, cat eyes scanning the dark forest. The only light is coming from inside the barn, and the door is open, bathing the grass in an orange glow.

"Hello?" The boy steps inside, ready to set anything that moves on fire. Two streams of electric blue flames swirl around his arms and neck, keeping him warm despite the snow piling up just outside the window. "Is anyone there?"

"Meow…"

A cat steps out of the shadows, small and white with gray stripes down its back. It rubs itself against the boy's leg and he bends down to scratch behind its ears, allowing a little bit t of his fire to dance around the cat's paws.

"Hey there, Chairman Meow. Have you seen Mother?"

The cat meows again and runs to the hay loft, not paying any attention to the fire on his paws.

"Wait!" The Warlock runs after his cat, bare feet slapping painfully against the cold, hard ground. When he reaches the ladder, pauses. Again, something isn't right.

"Mrrrow!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Stupid bossy cat. The boy climbs up the ladder, staring at the scene at the top. Chairman Meow is curled up underneath the feet of his mother, who is hanging rom a rope and dangling about two feet off the ground. She looks like a doll, pale and lifeless, but with a face as beautiful as an Angel's.

"Mother…?" A gust of wind rushes through the window and the fire goes out, leaving them in complete darkness. Of course. Water can't put it out, but a little bit of wind can?!

"Me… Ow?"

"She's dead! She's dead, you stupid cat, and it's all my fault!" Right as he finishes the word "fault", the windows explode and the walls catch fire, reacting to the boy's anger. His mother is, no, WAS, the only person who loved him. His father hurt him just to see if he'd heal back the other kids refused to play with him, saying that his eyes marked him as a demon.

If only they knew. If only they had to worry about the demons, the vampires, the werewolves, that wait just on the edge of the reality that they THINK is real. The flames rise higher, along with Chairman Meow's hisses. He rushes to the window, putting his paws on the wall and glancing back at his master.

"But what about Mother?"

"Mrow." The cat leaps out the window, narrowly missing the pieces of glass that were left behind by the explosion. The boy glances back at his Mother's body, now mostly hidden by smoke.

She never got what she wanted. My father never loved me. Is his last thought before he jumps out the window.

No pain. That's his first thought when he hits the ground. No blood, either. Maybe there are perks to being a Warlock. Above him, the barn continues to burn, causing people to step out of their homes and watch,

"My mother is up there Chairman." He gets up and glances around for the cat, eventually finding him in front of a huge Oak tree. "Come on, you stupid cat. Either come with me or stay here."

The boy gets up and begins to walk away, stopping when he feels claws in his ankles.

"Let go, you idiot! I have to get her!"

"Meow, Mrrowr!"

"I know she's dead, but what's the point of being a Warlock if I can't save people? There's a book of spells under my bed that we can use, but we have to hurry!" A single tear escapes from his eye and soon, with a huge boom of thunder, the sky opens up and pours down on their whole village.

The fire continues to burn, though, and even more people gather outside to watch.

"No, stop! They'll notice that the_14 fire isn't natural!" But it's too late. The rain comes down even harder, copying the Warlock's tears.

"M…Meow..."

"No, it's not too late! The boy raises his hands, palm up, and begins to chant in Latin.

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"Freeze the rain, Freeze the flames

Freeze the men, and Freeze the pain."

Nothing happens. Chairman Meow scratches at his ankles, begging him to get back inside.

"No! It has to work!" He repeats the spell but the rain continues to fall, the flames continue to burn, and the men make their way down the road, pointing at the Warlock as if deciding what to do with him.

"Me-"

"I know, I know. Let's go." The boy grabs the cat and rushes inside, watching as the only person who ever loved him turns into a pile of ash and bones.