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~Klarissa
PROLOGUE
All is quiet as Kozmotis Pitchiner slips into the Dark room where a boy about 18 years old with Stunningly white hair and Black hollow eyes waits.
"You came, I didn't know if I could trust you" he says, not once looking away from his book as he motions for Pitch to take a seat in the Chair across from his.
"When I make deals, I keep them" Replies the infamous nightmare creator. "Why did you wish to meet with me"?
"Why not, You are the infamous boogie-man. You would be a great asset to our team, besides, would you rather try to work with those disgusting nephilim. They would kill you on spot, because you ARE a demon!" the boy says looking up for the first time, his eyes narrowed, as if daring the boogie-man to question his judgment.
"Of course I would work with you; I would have to be an idiot to work with the losing side. I trust your judgment completely, if the Mother trusts you. Is it true you are her son, part angel, part human, and part demon? Not that it matters, I am willing to follow you my lord. I ask one thing of you. Please, help me destroy the Guardians of Childhood! They have out minded me plenty a time, but certainly not someone as smart and mighty as you could be bested by them." The man replies with a glance at the young boy. He did not really believe that this boy was the one to bring about the death of hundreds of Shadowhunters a while ago in Idris. But The Mother said that if anyone could help him, it was this boy, the one with the pale scars, and the sharp look. He was so weak from the Easter fight with the Guardians that he was ready to take any help that he could get, as long as the boy didn't try to kill him first. He had had many a run-in with the Nephilim before, none ended well. He was always weak, his power severely depleted. And he usually had to take their lives, something he would rather not do when giving the chance. His power is given to him through the screams of fear that Children, and sometimes even adults, give off when he delivers his nightmares to their doorstops. It is hard to scare people senseless when there is no one to scare. "That is all I ask of master".
"Of course I will help you defeat these Guardians, in time. Prove to me that you can do something worthwhile that will help me, and I will get rid of those pesky children's fairytales." The boy laughed as he said it.
"I am not kidding." Pitch replies abruptly mad, "They are a real threat, and if you do not get rid of them they might come after you as well!"
"Is that a threat?" The boy asks, clearly amused that Pitch would dare threaten him. "Because I don't take well to threats" his eyes narrow dangerously as he says this. Pitch feeling scared opens and closes his mouth a few times, not sure if he should reply. "Your guardians wouldn't dare attack me; everyone on this pathetic world shall fear me, for I was born for greatness. I will rise up and burn down this world if I have to, in order to be recognized. You either stand with me or against me, And I know you don't want to stand against me, for I am to be feared above all. I am Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern!"
