What Nightmares are Made Of
Sum: There are things on this earth, things more horrid than the sickest inventions of mankind. These are inventions by something greater than humans. These... are demons. Clace. Rated M. Attempt at horror. OOC. AU.
A/N: So, I'm going to attempt at this story thing. Tried before, but the story just got weaker as I went on, less descriptive, didn't know anymore. So, now I'm actually going to try my hardest. Do not expect me to update this regularly, but if I happen to update, you can expect more chapters to follow because I will pre-write this in parts. So I'll write like, 4 chapters at a time.
This is my alternative take on the Shadowhunter universe, hope you enjoy. It gets a little gory, by the by.
Chapter 1
''You can make many plans, but the Lord's purpose will prevail.''
Proverbs 19:21
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It was like humanity was given the chance to be reborn, to restore themselves.
She had read history books—whatever had been left—and spent as much time as she could gaining insight on the past.
She couldn't help but be fascinated by this world that had rebuilt itsself in the ashes of the old one.
As she had read and read, theories had planted themselves in her brain. From what she could find, she noted that around about each 100 years, tragedy would strike and wipe a part of humanity out, leaving them to rebuild it.
Same had happened to this world 100 years ago, so she couldn't help but wonder: what would strike them now?
Whoever up above, I pray, do not let me find out.
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''Clarissa, eat your soup.''
She glanced up from where she had been staring at her soup as she pushed the little meatballs down, where afterwards they would float right back up.
The soup tasted horrid, flat, no herbs.
Herbs, she had read, were used for all sorts of things. Medicinal purposes, baking, cooking, rituals and sacrificial ceremonies.
People used to believe in things such as Satan, God and his angels.
Satan, or Lucifer, was God's most precious angel, his favorite.
But in the end, all angels would fall.
Lucifer did, he despised mankind, could not comprehend why God chose mankind over his angels.
Clary didn't know, either.
''Ma'am, do you believe in God?''
Everyone at the table fell silent.
Imogen slammed her fork down on the table, made the glass cups shake.
Clary saw Maia roll her eyes from the corner of her eye.
Everyone knew what would happen at least twice a week.
Clary would let something slip from her mouth that she shouldn't have.
Imogen would speak, loud and clear.
''Go to your room, take your belt off and wait for me there.''
The rest would sit in the living room, some would wince, some would plug their ears, some would remain indifferent as the painfilled cries of a girl echoed through the house.
As Clary would lay weeping in bed, Imogen would whisper her prayers to God in the old woman's room.
Everyone sinned. It was just the question, to who were they sins? Who would punish them for it?
Clary's sin was being curious.
Imogen's sin was believing, having hope.
Everyone else's sin was being alive.
And somewhere, in the deep darkness of the 'polluted' forest beyond the wards, there was a boy, whose sin was being what he was.
A monster.
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