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Aloysius Starkweather stood in what looked to some as a massacre, but to him it was not, to him it was rightly served. Downworlders only mention of them made him want to cringe. He wiped the blood off his face, not his but the warlocks blood, the ungodly creatures.

The dead women that lay at his feet blue hair was floating in a pool of blood, her severed throat being the source of it. The man who lay beside her was more brutally butchered, his chest had been sliced and a small cavity in his neck had sliced open, blood dripping on the floor. Aloysius took out a regular sized jar, the kind one would use to store jam in. He took the warlock womens limp hand in his, taking his blade he slit her wrist, blood streaming out of it and placed the jar underneath it to keep her blood as a spoil of the never ending war between these filthy creatures and the nephilim.

"Mama?" Aloysius turned to see a boy no older than twelve standing in the threshold of the entranceway. He was normal looking, dull brown hair and light gray eyes, he must have been the Shade's mundan son who'd they had heard about through the reports. He was standing there taking in the horrific scene laid out in front of him. He looked straight at Aloysius. "What have you done?" the boy said walking closer to the bodies as he whimpered. As he got closer Aloysius noticed tears forming in his eyes making them look glassy. "What have you done!?" he repeated louder.

One of his companions Cyrus Trueblood stepped in to comfort the boy, only to provoke him. The boy took something from his coat, a blade. He waved it around him to fend them off. "Come any closer…" The boy warned pointing the blade in Aloysius's direction. "And what? what you gonna do? and what's a mundie like you have any business with a blade like that?" Alexander Cartwright said daring the boy. "You monsters." Aloysius heard him say under his breath. " I want you to leave!" He said flicking the blade in the direction of the door "And never return, you understand!" He yelled looking just at Aloysius which made him feel uneasy all of a sudden. They didn't move. " Go! Leave this place! Your all monsters!" He said tears streaking his face. "Cyrus, Alexander Lets go." Aloysius said looking to his companions.

As they headed for the door Aloysius made the mistake of looking back. The boy sat kneeling in a pool of his mother's blood, cradling her limp body in his arms. He'll thank us one day Aloysius thought to himself.

A/N: this chapter sorta makes me feel like I should change the title to Adorable and Depressing One shots . Any way Mortmain is another antagonist I feel has good reasons, I mean he is bad really bad like its not like I feel like it was okay that he did what he did but I think that even in these books we neglect peoples reasoning and why they do the things they do. I never really Liked Aloysius that much, if you think about it it's all his fault.

Just a little ranting. The thing I wanted to ask all of you was how many one shots should we end up with? Like do we have a goal ? I'm asking because I don't want it to become too overwhelming for anyone who reads this and be like "there are thirty chapters in this thing. thats a lot ." I'm having fun with this and I don't want other people to think it's to much. Or do you want to see how it goes and let it flow freely into what ever it becomes?

~~~RowanWhitethorn22