AN: Slight SPOILERS for City of Fallen Angels. Drabblish. I just got the book today and tore through it like a madwomen. So sorry If I messed something up. Let me know and I'll fix it.
Sevenfold
Things are hard to believe if you haven't seen them with your own eyes.
They called the Mark of Cain a curse. Of course everyone has their own point of view and Simon wasn't really that surprised when Camille expressed her own opinion.
She had called it a gift.
Surprisingly Simon had agreed with her. He didn't see the Mark as a curse. He didn't even really believe that it could do much of anything bad at all. The Mark had saved his life. Why shouldn't he look at it like a blessing? He had never voiced these sentiments out loud. The closest he ever came to speaking his mind about the Mark was telling Clary that she shouldn't be sorry for placing it on him. And even then he had only said it because he was sick of hearing Clary apologize over and over again for something that saved his life.
He hadn't told Camille that he agreed with her. He couldn't, even though it would be relieving to tell someone that he didn't think of the Mark of Cain as a curse. He simply couldn't confide in her. The reason for his hesitance to share his feelings with her was fairly obvious. He had just met her and already he had the sneaking suspicion that she was lying to his face. That she was probably completely untrustworthy.
But then why hadn't he told Clary? Or Isabella? Or Maia? Or anyone? It was probably because he cared what they thought of him. Maybe he simply knew them too well and Camille too little. Or was it because Camille was a vampire and they were not?
All these thoughts had remained, confusing his mind, for some time. That is, until the hammer of truth hit him on the head. And boy did that hammer hit hard.
The truth came in the form of a punishment returned sevenfold.
Simon could remember the day in perfect detail. No matter how hard he tried he could shake the image of the man who had tried to kill him. At first he had thought him a simple mugger, a human, a mundane. The man had come at him with a dagger and he was too shocked to do anything but stand there. The dagger had barely touched him when the Mark of Cain struck. Then he was covered in blood that was not his own. The scene was so gruesome that he had thrown up on the spot. The Mark of Cain had returned what would have been his death sevenfold.
This human had tried to kill him, but instead the Mark of Cain killed the man. It was his fault. He should have run. He was a vampire. He was faster, and stronger. The man shouldn't have had to die.
He had run from the scene of the death. The words of the curse echoed in his head. The words: "returned sevenfold" repeated over and over again in his mind. He had known but hadn't believed. He hadn't really seen, until today.
When you see something with your own eyes it's so easy to believe.