Tessa POV
Several years prior
"You're telling me there is no way around this?"
I tsked, my fingers drumming the glass sitting idly on my lap it was inches from toppling the entire contents that it held over my baby blue dress, sitting adjacent from me one was exhausted Richard Gray, you would think that I would have some kind of love for my father, but alas I did not. How can one love their family when all their family does is cause more trouble by connecting themselves with individuals of the most distasteful kind?
"I do not care. We should have dealt with this before it even started. Knocked them out before they could crawl out of their godforsaken graves. But we did not, and now you want me to deal with it so that our family line can continue? Pathetic."
The person on the other hand continued to chatter in a hurry, as if their throat was about to slit; their words mattered but the meaning behind the words did not. There was no reason to care, all things considered the only reason I had a right to care to some degree was because my bloodline was inevitably at risk of being to some degree exterminated.
"Very well, we will have to begin making moves and hopefully we will survive."
The Magister POV
The Next Day
They survived an assassination attempt on their lives, as did Jace's close friend and mentor Michael, it was a relief to know they were alright and that they had been whisked off to safety, but that did not mean that this was the end of the story; they still had enemies and if the plan was going ahead then they would have to rely on themselves to stay alive – further they would have to rely that at the end of the day; the very woman behind the Herondale's battle plans were safe and well; not that it really mattered. Tessa Gray hadn't made herself known to the public in over 18 years, what was the point of her showing up now when the entire world thought she was dead; along with all the rest of her bloodline. The only cards she really had left to play were dangerous, risky and would rely on having people on the other side; a side that I had betrayed and now had a rather large target on my back. Not that it really mattered to me, I had like Tessa managed to outlive the lot of them and would continue to do so. A part of me though, knew very well however that I had a family to protect and a few promises to keep; I had told them they would be safe and that they would not always have to live in fear.
"Where are they now?"
I announced the question to no one in particular, the others really didn't have a mind on their own; the only one that did Lucy really didn't understand how to answer questions like the one I had just posed – though she was intelligent to comprehend what it is that I was saying.
Ezra POV
Red ink.
Red paint.
Do not replace blood.
Do not replace family.
Do not replace my sister.
Bullets. Guns.
Knife. Stab.
Scars. Mental. Physical.
They do not take away from the funeral of a woman who died too young.
I do not care if my brother ordered her to die.
I do not care if my brother told her she had failed.
Lilith was, is my baby sister.
My baby sister. Taken from me.
I hunger for the death of them all.
I hunger for the taste of their blood.
I hunger for the screams in my ears.
I hunger for the crack of bones.
I hunger for the scent of blood.
I hunger.
I hunger.
I will get what I desire.
Game one to Morgenstern.
But I am coming.
They should have thought to be rid of me.
They should have thought to think of the rest of the family.
They did not.
They will pay.
I will win
I will erase
I will be the judge, jury. Executioner.
They should have wished to die when they had the chance.
I am coming.
-The END-
Part Two: Ergasiomaniac coming soon