Prologue

Not a sound could be heard from that one apartment in Brooklyn. Unlike that morning, when painful screams and begs for mercy could be heard through the walls, silence was the king. It ruled the place with so much majesty that not even the wind dared to take it down.

In what once was a guest room, a place decorated in soft shades of gold and black where the craziest things happened during countless parties, now rested a crib. It was painted in delicate pink. Flowers forming a dome that protected the little body resting inside from above. It was a beautiful creation where entwined flowers created a very colourful sky. The walls, now soft white instead of gold, had runes painted on it. Part of its owner's bloodline.

Also inside, a young couple guarded the child's sleep with a smile on their lips. They had struggled too much to create that perfect junction of their matching souls. True love accomplished anything, even the impossible. That baby girl was the proof.

Suddenly, the sound of something like an angry hand hitting wood frenetically, echoed through the walls. Blue and gold eyes took a break from their very own master piece to follow the unpleasant sound. The silence was welcoming and too comfortable to decline.

"I'll go" The tallest of the two said, a sigh coming from his nude lips. He planted a kiss on the sleeping body's forehead, doing the same with the awaken one next to him.

The gold eyed man rested his hand on the knob before actually opening it. He soon realized that he should had never unlocked that door. The massive group of corps that irrupted through his front door was enough to make him regret his unconscious decision.

The gold eyed man knew they would show up. Since the beginning that he feared the day when those hooded figures would show up in all their power and majesty, and steal his happiness. They were ready to take what wasn't theirs and claim it as their own.

"Hide her! Run!" The blue eyed man heard, coming from the voice he trusted the most.

Even before that order, the boy had already taken the baby girl from her sleeping sanctuary and placed her in the bed that were his own arms. She nestled there, knowing that place belonged to her. With only a couple hours old, she could already recognize her father's arms as a safe place. The boy didn't have time to appreciate that moment though. The noises that came from a not so far away part of the house indicated that a fight was happening.

Blue sparkles danced on the other side of the now closed bedroom door, matching the shouts of determination and pain. The blue eyed man could only imagine what his partner was going through. And though all his instincts tell him to go help his husband, his heart knew that his love also belonged to the girl in his arms. And because she was much more helpless, his protection was all hers.

Fear could be heard as it ran inside both man's veins; loud, pulsing and impossible to ignore. Fear for the one thing they shared and were afraid to lose. And though they were apart, their fight was the same. And so were the consequences.

On the other side of the door, the shouts had finally stopped. But that only made the blue eyed man's heart beat faster. His lover's screams could only be shut in one of two ways. Surrender or death. And none of them was acceptable.

The thought made him hold the baby closer to him in hope that his loving, racing heart was enough to protect her. It was all he had at the moment.

A kick on the door was all it took to open it. It fell on the floor, cracked, but no one seemed to notice.

"Grab her" One of the figures shouted. There were about ten of them, and there was nothing the man could do. Run away was impossible with so many bodies blocking the passage and the window was way too far from the ground to jump with a baby in his arms.

"Please…" The blue eyed man begged. "Not my daughter." A tear ran down his cheek as he spoke, like salty water could warm such sadist hearts. The tear fell on the babies' cheek, like it was her own. At least she would have a part of her family craved in her skin, as a reminder of who she really was; a Shadowhunter with magic powers, the product of a Nephilim and a child of Lilith. Something never seen before and therefore, coveted by the Clave.

Before the blue eyed man could fight back, the little girl was no longer in his arms, feeling empty and cold without that light weight on them. "She's mine! You have no right to take her!" The man shouted, throwing himself at the figure that protected the one carrying the child. A woman maybe, judging by the small, narrow figure it had. Something confirmed when the hooded figure spoke:

"She's not natural. This child is an abomination, a freak. She needs special care and an education that only the Clave can offer her."

The world around the blue eyed man seemed to slow down as he moved. He could see himself pin the hooded woman to the floor and kill her right there. His intentions were clear; do the same with the others and take back what had been taken from him.

Before he could actually put that into action, his bones froze, stealing his movements. His brain seemed like the only functional part of him at the moment and not even that one could work correctly when panic was the gas.

"Just one more thing." The same woman said with an amusing tone on her voice as she turned to the human statue. "If you ever try to look for her, you'll have nothing to find."

As he saw the figures leave the apartment, taking his most precious thing with them, the man couldn't help but feel helpless and lost. He had a million things in mind, but there was one louder and higher than all others.

Victoria