Hello people! There is my first published story, which is an OC-centric very short text I wrote a while ago. I'm not usually fond of OCs, but it came to me as I was thinking of Ithuriel's fate in CoG...
And let's just assume that all weapons mentioned can kill demons, only seraph blades are much more efficient.
Well... Enjoy then!
Ithuriel's blade
Nicolas Bloodkey was in a dire situation. In a remote alley, alone, with two very angry Eidolons with whom he tried to flirt, without any success. Given, he didn't know they were Eidolons at the time. He wouldn't have done it otherwise.
Cursing, he searched his double belt for a weapon, his eyes riveted to the demons. Finally, he managed to get a throwing knife and a seraph blade out.
As fast as lightning, he threw the knife, which embedded itself right between the nearest girl-that-isn't-one's eyes, who exploded in black smoke.
Nicolas whistled. "Wow, nice reaction. Never saw one exploding like that."
The other Eidolon paused, unsure of what to do. The Shadowhunter knew he wouldn't manage to kill this one in only one blow. His luck never lasted long.
"Ithuriel," he mumbled under his breath.
His eyes widened when the seraph blade he was clutching in a reverse grip in his dominant left hand only glowed for a second before nearly being extinguished.
What did he say.
Concerned, Nicolas frowned, his mind whirring with possibilities. It was a new seraph blade: it hadn't been used before. Therefore, it should work. He touched the blade with his right hand to be sure. Only lukewarm, not the burning warmth of an activated blade, nor the coolness of an inactivated one. Odd.
Nicolas crouched down, narrowly escaping the swinging claws that would have torn his left ear off and retaliated with a kick. He smirked when he heard the noise of cartilage cracking. The Eidolon backed away, clutching its nose with a clawed hand rapidly covered in black ichor.
Nicolas detached the electrum wire he kept at his waist, sheathed the seraph blade, and lunged at the demon, surprising it. Taking advantage of the distraction, the Shadowhunter got behind the Eidolon, strangling it with the solid and thick wire.
He watched dispassionately as it crumbled slowly into dust, rolled his wire and attached it back to his belt in a practised move.
His back to the wall of the dead end he was in, he got the seraph blade back out. It was still lukewarm, and barely any brighter than a classic blade.
He observed it and deduced it wasn't a problem in the actual weapon. Which meant it was a problem with the angel's power used. Nicolas knew that Ithuriel wasn't a very used name for adamas lately, because it was inexplicably weaker than twenty years ago and than any other angel because of it. Still, he liked Ithuriel. This particular angel was his favourite. It may be weird, but it was true, he always felt a deeper connection to a blade activated with their name. Plus, it forced him to rely more on his own skills and improved his survival chances in the long term if he had trouble killing a demon instead of killing it right away with combustion.
But now... It was even worse than before. Nicolas wasn't sure it would be very helpful against a single Imp right now. His face contorted in worry and he clutched the weapon tighter, bringing it closer to him and almost hugging it.
"I hope you're okay Ithuriel..."
He stayed like that for a few moments, mentally supporting his favourite angel before wearily standing up straight, slowly making his way back to the Institute.
In his hand, the seraph blade had grown cold, its light flickering gently as if to say not to worry before disappearing for the time being.
I hope you liked it! Feel free to point out any eventual mistakes!