Five months before Alec is born.
Valentine was pleased with how the experiment was going. He'd gone through Hell to get the angel blood, at least it would be put to good use. In fact, he only had three vials left, and he had to use at least one more on this one. If Maryse had another child, they weren't going to be an experiment. That was, if Valentine could get more blood from the angel.
He sighed, and walked into the basement of his house. He was holding Michael down there, and he wasn't going to stay there for longer.
Valentine grabbed his seraph blade, and attached it to his hip for safety, just in case. He grabbed all his medical-type equipment and prepared for the dangerous trip into the basement.
Michael, wrinkled face looking defeated, stared up at Valentine from his chains. He sighed.
"What do you want?" he asked, in a raspy voice. "More of my blood, no doubt."
"That's exactly why I came," Valentine said. He took a deep breath, and walked forward, pulling up the tattered rags that were angel's clothes to find the spot where he'd taken the blood from. The bruises from the last time hadn't healed yet.
"Why do you do this?" Michael asked, faded red eyes looking depressed. "You know this is wrong."
"It's to protect my children," he replied. "One in particular."
"I know about that one," the angel whispered. "You shouldn't have been his father. It should have been-"
Valentine inserted the syringe into Michael's arm, and he screamed, cutting off his sentence. Valentine eased the blood out until he had enough.
Michael's eyes were flaming, just like they had been when Valentine first captured him. That couldn't mean anything good. He backed away before Michael burst into heavenly fire, lighting up the dank basement.
"You can't keep me in chains for long!" Michael shouted. He'd turned into a spinning vortex of fire, and Valentine took shelter behind a post. "I am an archangel, defeator of Sammel, an no mere Shadowhunter messes with me! You're going to pay for this, you and your bastard child!"
He disappeared, and Valentine, breathing hard, ran back upstairs. He put the syringe filled with angel blood in a safe place, and sighed. He had to find another angel to get blood from; another one to use in his experiments.
What scared him even more was that an archangel knew of his bastard child. The one that was never supposed to exist like this. The one drunken mistake he actually regretted. Why couldn't Shadowhunters create a good method of birth control that used runes? Whatever the case, he had to atone for his sins.
Valentine had do something with this child. He had do something period. He had to change the world, so that it would be safer for future generations.
When Maryse came by for the next injection of angel blood, Valentine gladly gave it to her. But as he finished, he wondered what he'd done.
What have I done? What have I done?
Valentine could ask the question every day, but he would never get a response.
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