Clary meets the Angel of Death
Disclaimer: all of these characters belong to Cassie Clare
Weekend rest bit finally comes to Clary. She is sitting alone at the Institute reading a book. A shadow seems to darken the light around her and then passes by. Clary looks up considering that she had not heard anyone enter the room. She sees nothing and thinks maybe a dark cloud came by the window. It seemed odd, but she soon settled back to her book, Wuthering Heights.
After another fifteen minutes Clary decides to stretch and shift her position in the large easy chair. With the hardcover book in one small hand she reaches up like in an old fashioned hold up and then freezes. There a few feet in front of her is a dark cloud of almost transparent layers of rag. The covering seems frightful enough then the arm raises and a bone of a fleshless finger points at her. No words are spoken as Clary turns an ashen white. She is transfixed by flow of all the material swirling within its outline, yet standing perfectly still in the quiet room.
She fears it is some demon and she is wondering how to fight it. At that moment, the figure morphs into the shape of a girl the same age as Clary. She stands in front of Clary.
"Hi." says the girl with a friendly smile.