Here's chapter two, It was also written by huda1220 as well as chapter 1. Thank you to the people who have already reviewed, favourited and/or followed, please continue to leave reviews and everything else. This is the second time that this story has been posted and I'm afraid that if people don't tell us that they like it that it won't continue for much longer. Please, please, please tell us what you think, both huda1220 and I would really appreciate it. -M
Isabelle slumped down onto the couch with an annoyed sigh, "How is it fair that Jace and Alec get to attend the meeting while their only sister is stuck here? And how could they abandon us and go to the extra discussion of the demon attacks afterwards?" she asked no one.
Clary was trying to sketch something – anything; the whole day all the adults had been at the Accords Hall including Jace who had turned eighteen last week according to his real birth date. Obviously he was flaunting it in everybody's face especially Alec's as now he wasn't the only authoritative adult around; naturally Jace dominated.
As the long day had dragged on, Clary and Isabelle had gotten exceedingly bored and irritated at having to listen to Simon snore with nothing to occupy their minds. So they decided to go down to the Hall to wait for the boys to be let out so they could go and spend some time with them in the Glass city before dinner.
They had portaled in the early morning to Idris and after a heart warming greeting from Luke and Jocelyn, Clary decided that she couldn't stay with the happy newlyweds. She found it unsettling but also cute to watch her mother and father – in all ways that mattered – be together and happy finally. Neither Clary nor her parents could bear the thought to live in Amatis's house; it was too painful so they were living in Luke's residence. A house was provided for every downworlder representative on the council, Luke got his after resuming his alpha position of the pack and taking back his seat on the council upon Maia's request, who had after all loved Jordan and wanted to grieve him and take a break from the whole Shadow World.
The house wasn't extravagant but was comfortable enough. It was three stories high with five bedrooms, three bathrooms, kitchen, dining and living area along with a small garden out the back; Jocelyn loved it. The view was spectacular. It looked out to the training field for the Shadowhunter's Academy onto the mountains bordering Idris.
In the end, Isabelle and Mayrse had persuaded Jocelyn to let Clary stay at the Penhallow's with them; obviously Mayrse believed that Jace and Simon would be in one room with Isabelle and Clary in another. Alec would stay with Magnus at his house in the city being the warlock representative on the council.
Isabelle and Clary were walking down the streets and just as the Accord's Hall came into their view; a pillar of fire struck the ground in the middle of the Angel plaza. People coming down the steps of the Hall froze as the whole plaza erupted with a blinding light. When the glare died down, some of the shadowhunters had already started to reach for their seraph blades or a loved one. The pillar of fire merged into an outline of a man many times the size of a normal human. Great pearly wings emerged from the fiery glow and upon each feather was a golden eye. The blinking eyes and the crackling lighting in between – heavenly fire; gave the wings a dangerous and alive look as they fluttered in the sky causing a light breeze. But the feathers themselves looked soft, fragile and smooth to touch.
The angel himself had pale white long hair up to his waist that rustled around him to the rhythm of his beating wings. His eyes were as blue as the clearest blue sky with golden pupils which flickered and flashed with heavenly fire. Suddenly, both Clary and Jace recognised him; this wasn't just any angel – this was angel Ithuriel. The same angel that Valentine had captured and tortured, the same angel whose blood ran in Jace and Clary's veins and gave Clary her ability to make runes and made Jace stronger, faster and more skilled than any other shadowhunter alive. Ithuriel had indirectly saved the world from Sebastian by having his blood in Clary. He had been the root to killing Sebastian when even the creator of shadowhunters – the angel Raziel - hadn't helped them.
When Jace and Clary had seen him in the Wayland manor the angel had been battered by years of captivity, enslavement and torture; but here he was present in his former glory, the right hand of heaven and the upholder of good and justice. This was a formidable angel of heaven who could make the world better or destroy it. They were left shell shocked and unable to utter a single word.
None of the onlookers of this spectacle could comprehend the reason for his presence on earth. No angel ever set foot on earth unless rarely summoned. Why would a fairly powerful angel – though not the highest ranking – be here? Everybody was immobilized and silenced.
No one had yet recovered from the shock of an angel descending when another pillar of fire – heavenly fire – struck the ground next to the angel. This pillar moulded into the shape of a normal sized boy, kneeling down, with great wings sprouting from between in shoulder blades. He had a mop of pale white platinum hair and angular sharp handsome features. He was tall lean and muscular with black spiralling runes all over his arms and neck not gold ones that all angels had. He wore black shadowhunting gear though who knows how he got that up in the skies. He was a shadowhunter with great jet black wings with heavenly fire and brilliant green eyes. He cast his emerald eyes downward as soon as he got to his feet from the kneeling position that he was in after emerging from the wall of flames.
Less than one minute had passed since the annual meeting being over yet all the nephilim present had witnessed something so great or terrible that had never occurred before.
After the second pillar had died down Clary switched her gaze from the angel to the boy with the black wings and was rendered speechless once again. It was as though her drawing had come to life with the exception of the smile. On the other hand, Jace and Alec stood back to back; shocked but tense. Jace had his sword gripped tightly in his left hand whereas Alec stood ready with an arrow perched in its bow, ready to fire it at any indication of danger. The two parabatai stood back to back, ready to spring into action together at the slightest signal. No one else knew what to make of the situation not even Magnus who stood next to Alec quietly.
It was Jocelyn who broke the silence by gasping out a name, her tone was careful, disbelieving and soft as though if she spoke too loudly or strongly everything would prove to be a dream. "Jonathan?"
