The New Generation:

The world of the nephilium was a large one, one that was growing quickly and swiftly. Or it was... the Cold Peace with the fairfolk and the half angels has grown tense, and bitter.

But the new children of the angel, and their downworlder alliance partners, were making quick work of patching up the rickety path made by the Great War and betrayal of the fey.

One pair of these angel children is Bartholomew Derek Williams Blackburn, or Derek, and Percival Joseph Constantine Clemens, also known as Percy, or more commonly Joey.

Derek Blackburn was a boy who lived in an abusive alcoholic house, and Joseph was a child of misery and whippings, but, both were saved. At different times, thought.

Joseph, a boy who was turned into a werewolf at the young age of seven, ran away from his small Texan city at ten, and was found two years later by a werewolf pack in Brooklyn. The young boy was then given to a werewolf-warlock couple, and their nephilium daughter, where he grew up free of abuse by those around him, but not by his own hand.

Derek was abused ever since his mother had passed away, by his alcoholic father, and was found by Joseph, who was following his sister, Felicity, at the time. The two, they had a rocky batch, both sort of butting heads together at first, before Derek had fallen head over heels for the stubborn, stab worthy, sarcastic, but soulful werewolf.

After a few bumps and swerves and dead ends, the two finally ended up together as a couple, and after giving it some thought, Joseph had asked Derek to be the alliance worker for his pack, which he was the alpha of.

And now, the two are happily dating, Derek having given Joseph the nickname of Percy, after learning of his real name, and Joseph naming Derek as Deeks, or the ever so causal 'babe'.

"Hey, Percy?" Derek calls down to his werewolf boyfriend, and the black haired man looks up from his game, "yeah?" He asks, his one visible green eye on him, and Derek looks at him, "have you seen my cologne?"

The werewolf shakes his head, and sets down his black phone, the VainGlory game playing itself, and he moves over to Derek, being at a towering six foot four stand above his five foot seven half angel partner, "you lose it?" He asks, and Derek nods, "it was here earlier..."

Joseph smirks, and leans down, "maybe it decided it was tired of being so cheap and went to find itself on a long treacherous journey across- oof!" Derek elbows him in the gut, not to hurt him, but just out of shear wish to, "you never liked my cologne." He says, mock hurt.

Joseph rubs his stomach, despite the fact that Derek elbowed him on his left side, which had a sort of invulnerability to it, his entirety of his left side having semi-invulnerability. "I told you that it was growing on me, didn't I?"

He sticks his tongue out at his partner-boyfriend, and Joseph smirks, "should I bite that off for you?" The nephilium pulls his tongue back in, red faced, as he glared harshly, and Joseph chuckles, ruffling up the others hair, "I'll help you look for it, so stop being so sour."

Another pair of new Shadowhunters is Joseph's younger sister, Felicity Morgen Clemens, and her parabati, Damien Morgenstern, who, on the down low, is also her boyfriend, the two having a great romantic connection as well as a holy connection.

Felicity is a young happy girl who is a bit on the air headed side, while her rude, arrogant Parabati is strong headed, and sarcastic.

"Fel!" He calls to her, tossing her his second seraph blade, and she catches it with a grin, twirling around and slashing the demon behind her effortlessly, and she exhales, having finished the last of the smaller class demons, and Dame, as everyone has nicknamed the Morgensterns boy, comes over to her, slinking an arm over her five foot two frame happily.

"Good job." He says, quickly leaning down and kissing her lips happily. She smiles brightly, and hands him back his blade, "thank you." She says cheekily, and he rolls his eyes, grinning, "come on. We gotta head back."

She nods, smiling, "hey, Dame?" She says, as she walks in step with him, or at least tries to, her tiny legs nothing to compare to the six foot long legs of the platinum blond boy, and his eyes looks to her.

"Yeah?" He asks, when she doesn't speak, and she grins brightly, causing the corners of her big heather grey eyes to crinkle happily, "you did amazing!" She says loudly, clapping her hands together happily.

He chuckles, pushing down her clapping hands and taking one in his discreetly, "I always do." He says, and she nods, grinning, "I know! But, this time, you were like... extra amazing!"

For lack of better words, Felicity is a... rather enthusiastic girl. She out does the squirrel from Over The Hedge at times, her mouth running up to twelve miles per second, and Damien had learned to stop her ahead of time, as to avoid any long rambling speeches about matters he truly didn't care to hear.

Much like the first time they had met, when Felicity had seen him while he and his other nephilium members where out canvassing the area for a shapeshifter demon, and he had ran into Felicity by chance, having listened to her ramble off about her family to a stranger she didn't even know, only to be treated by her very angry, very very stab-worthy brother, and another Shadowhunter that he had found along the way...

He gently pats her head, "thank you. You did great yourself, Fel." He says encouragingly, and her grey eyes sparkle happily, "really? You think so? I thought so too but I wasn't sure because I thought I shouldn't have let the demon get my sword but they did and then you gave me your backup and it went well didn't it because it could've gone worse and- mmph?!" She was silenced by his lips, having learned not to put his hand over her mouth or she'd lick it.

He pulls back and smiles at her kindly, "Fel... shut up." He says sweetly, and the stunned girl nods, silently allowing him to pull her along the rest of the way, and Damien laughs at his girlfriends reaction.