Fallen Angels

Chapter 2

Ithuriel POV

"Faster, Clary you have to be faster no one is going to wait for you," I snarled. I knew my baby was only 9 but I couldn't help it, she had to be safe but to tell the truth I wasn't worried like me she was a battle angel it was in her blood so when at the age of nine she knocked me on my ass I was truly proud and that was yesterday.

She grunted and continued sparing with Usiel another angel. Even being so small Clary held her own. Not many nine-year-olds could do that but I was still so hard on her because I'm an overprotective dad.

"Ha, I win." Clary's voice brought me back from my thoughts. I shook my head and looked towards the sparring mats and saw my baby girl holding an Angel twice her size and five times the experience down on the mat.

Usiel struggled a bit but finally gave up and admitted defeat.

"Good job Clary, now lets work on your Grace," I hollered.

Every angel had a main grace and their powers revolved around it. I like Clary was a warrior. We were the rarest type with extreme skill and understanding of the battlefield and like Clary proved extremely skilled in combat. We also specialized in Angelic Runes. Shadowhunters needed a stele and to now the rune to be able to use them but Angels could make up new ones and didn't need to draw out the runes. My baby invented the invisibility rune one day when she was a toddler and freaked us out. We only found it when it wore off. Why? Because she also activated a silencing rune. I know right the smartest toddler in the history of Angels.

"Father I'm getting gray and old here," I turned and replied to Clary's statement with a completely straight face:

"But you're immortal,"

"Incorrect," she stated then used her magic and shapeshifted into an old lady with grey hair."

"Hardy har har har," I said dryly, "very funny."

"I know right," she responded with a hair flip and a sassy grin.

I chuckled and blew a gust of fire at her which she casually blocked with a wall of ice. I shifted into a bear and attacked. I meet Clary who had morphed into a dragon in the middle of our paths. We swiped our claws and bared our fangs yet when Clary's dragon let loose a wall trail of fire I was caught off guard.

Surrounded by a ring of fire I knew there was nothing I could do. So I admitted defeat.

Chuckling Clary let the flames disappear. It wasn't every day a child of the age of 9 beats one of the best battle Angels in history.

"Ohh I wanna spare with our little cherry-top," I turned to face Raziel. It was clear that every Angel loves Clary it had been far too long since a new Angel had come to heaven so from the start Clary had us all wrapped around her pinkie finger.

"Are you sure what if you lose," Clary said mockingly.

"Nonsense," Raziel snorted.

"Okay then," came her reply.

"Ready set go," I roared smirking. Clare-Bear definitely could beat my brother. Raziel and her hadn't spared since last year she prefers hanging out with him more. And he was the king of Angels so… he didn't have the most spare time.

I lifted my head to watch the fight. Raziel had spread his wings and flew up and dove towards Clary who stood there unflinching. At the last possible second, she disappeared and reappears behind him. She then pushed the winds against him. The winds were so powerful I felt like I was going to be blown away. She then moved her hand and Raziel was caught in a tornado. She grinned when she saw the golden sparks emitted from the tornado that proved he admitted defeat.

"You've gotten good," Raziel said with a frown on his face.

"Why the sad face," she teased.

"I liked being the strongest Angel," he pouted.

"Have you seen Clary's healing powers they are trash," I snorted. At this Raziel perked up he had phenomenal healing powers. He then stuck his tongue out at Clary.

"Well I'm nine and, I beat the king of Angels," Clary retorted with sass.

"Yeah, yeah," he responded.

Suddenly Clary formed a ball of water and chucked it into the distance while laughing. A couple minutes later Gavriel who was soaking wet came into sight. They kinda had a thing Goldie and Clary they would have a competition on who could drench each other first.

"Goldie you need to work on your stealth skills," she mocked.

"It's not my fault you have such good senses," he whined while drying himself off the competition had been going on for years and Gavriel had never won.

"What can I say I'm awesome," Clary grinned cheekily. She then jumped on Raziel's back and said:

"Can I finally get some weapons I beat you."

"Wait, what?" I was confused, to say the least.

"Well so a couple years ago me and Clare agreed that when she could beat me in a fight she would get to stock up on weapons from the special armory."

"The special armory?" I gawked. It was Raziels personal armory even though it had enough weapons for an entire army he hated letting people take anything because each and every single one of them was crafted by the most skilled blacksmiths.

"Yup," Clary grinned proudly, "let's go." Raiel then spread his wing and speed off.

When they returned Clary had some of the most beautiful Angel armor and weapons I had ever seen. Her armor as infused with magic it was some of the strongest, lightest, and most flexible material I had ever seen. And according to Raziel, it would fit her no matter what. Her weapons were beautiful and made of Angelic steel. She also bore a weapons belt on her small waist with every type of weapon imaginable. In her hands she held a silver bo staff on the top there was a snakes head.

"What are my rules, Clare?" I asked. I couldn't help it she would always be my little girl.

"Sharp ends point out, don't kill unless they deserve it," she recited.

"Good,"