Chapter 3

The following years growing up from an infant were quite eventful but also brought back a bit of nostalgia. Two years later, my mother got pregnant again but instead of injecting the womb with demon blood, my father gave my mother pure angel blood from Ithuriel, an angel he captured. Seeing his experiments, I thought he would have made a great Magi or warlock however he unfortunate to be born in this world. My mother was initially upset at the angel's capture but he convinced her that it was necessary.

-Flashback-

Jonathon POV:

I was two years old today in this world. Growing up in this world had been easier than the World of Gods due to the modern conveniences that I hadn't seen since my time on Earth. Even seeing toilet nearly brought me to my knees at the sight. I wouldn't have to suffer with chamber pots again. Today was extra quiet, it was the time of my sister's birth, just thinking about it gave me excitement. 'No, I'm here to get stronger, not attached but going into my parents bedroom, to the peaceful visage of my sister brought back emotions of love at finally having someone else in my life other than my parents and nostalgia at my life on Earth where I also had a younger sister. In my new body, I had reacquired a warlock's bloodline instabilities. It seemed that without the permanence of a true soul, my mortal body felt my emotions more strongly. Thankfully, the AI chip was keeping most of my memories from me, otherwise, this bodies mortal soul would collapse from the influx of emotions the memories would cause. My demonic bloodline may also be the reason why I'm attracted to her presence but just being near her calmed me more than the icy jade scorpion emperor blood essence. It seemed that my presence was agreeable to her as well as she crawled towards me, her small body lying on my chest. Her presence also made me feel happier which amplified the emotions of love that I felt to her due to caused by my nostalgia however being happier is much better than to lose myself to bloodline instability which the greatest enemy to any warlock as the best weapon of any Magi is their mind.

Hearing my father enter the room, I heard him softly ponder which I wouldn't have heard without my enhanced demonic hearing, "You two will continue the Morgenstern bloodline, my legacy must not be divided. Our family needs to stay as the strongest bloodline but Lilith will not give me her blood and Ithuriel cannot be kept captured forever. A male or female of equal purity need to conceive in order to continue our strength but any marriage to a lesser Nephilim will dilute our power," he pondered until he was looking at us.

"No, it would be against nature if brother and sister were to marry, wait, Adam and Eve were both conceived from God and Lucifer his own progeny became the first Archdemon. In a sense their bloodlines combining would be like having the strongest of both children of God, the healing and runes from angels and the destruction and flight from demons, their bloodlines would perfectly complement each other."

Satisfied that his legacy was secured, he gave us one last look and was about to stride out of the room until my mother came running in, a furious look on her face with her crimson hair flowing behind her as if there was an invisible wind.

"Why have you captured Ithuriel, I thought you said to you would stop your experiments," she shouted in rage a look of betrayal upon her face.

"Dear, you agreed to have the Angel blood during pregnancy to lower the effects of demon blood I had ingested, did you not wonder at where it came from, I would have told you should you have asked," he answered in a faux hurt tone as if she was an accomplice in the capture of the Angel. Even now, I am at wonder at how well my father can fake emotions so realistically, without the use of an illusion that many Magi used. I thought, perhaps a demon bloodline can increase skills at deception and trickery.

"Besides, when have angels ever helped us in the war, besides Raziel giving his blood to Jonathon Shadowhunter a 1000 years ago as well as the mortal instruments, they have not assisted us in any way. Giving you angel blood will only strengthen our bloodline allowing us to kill more demons saving lives. Would you accuse me of helping our children to be naturally stronger while defending the angel who sits up in Heaven with their non-interference policy providing them an excuse to leave us mortals to fight demons for them? Us Shadowhunters are the ones who fight on the frontlines, we train and fight against them and our world is dangerous. Would you not want our children to become stronger so they may be safe?" Valentine provoked, expertly manipulating my mother.

"Familia Ante Omnia," he reminded.

Mother, while knowing she was being manipulated, was forced to acknowledge the truth of his words, probably remembering my first encounter with a demon.

"Familia Ante Omnia," she agreed.

-Flashback End-

Due to the Clave getting suspicious of my parents, my father faked his death and told my mother to hide in the mundane world with my sister. Though tear stricken and saddened at leaving, I saw the relief in her eyes when father told her to take Clary instead of me. Even though I felt a twinge of sadness at my mother's preference, I expected it. Although she grew more comfortable with me after their pledge, she felt more comfortable with my sister and why wouldn't she with the extra angel blood. The person that I would miss much more is Clary, she brought a laughter to the house and generally lifted the mood up. Even causing my father to smile after one of the missions in the Circle went bad. Her being gone would bring back my bloodline instability which may limit my power in the future but at that moment I wasn't concerned about that at this moment.

Running as fast as my small body would allow at this moment, I went to her near my mother who had suitcase next to her all packed.

"Clary's going?" I asked my parents with much sadness I could emulate which wasn't that heard since I was genuinely upset at this circumstance. My parents, not surprised at my intelligence as I had started speaking at 9 months to show my intelligence but not so much that I was suspicious. Father thought that my demon bloodline joint with their Nephilim descent caused me to become more intelligent and said so to my mother to further justify the importance and validity of his experiments.

"Just for a bit, she'll be back before you know it," my mother attempted to lie. Furious at her for lying to me even if she thought she was comforting me, I shouted," don't lie, Mama and Clary and going, Fader said so."

They looked at each other and then to me as if to contemplate what to. Coming to a joint decision, mother expressed, " We can visit every summer holidays. Clary will have to have to have her memories of the our world taken if we were to inhabit the mundane world or they will think her mad,"

"When did we concern ourselves with mundanes," my father snorted in derision. My mother was about to reply but father said, "No, I understand, now we'll have to find a reliable warlock. Where will you go?" he asked

"New York, the Lightwoods have moved their after your 'death' and they have been reliable allies, their children would be of similar age to ours and when Clary becomes old enough, we can all go there," she replied her voice cracking with sadness.

After that, I saw them leaving our house Fairchild Manor in Idris and that was the last I saw of my sister until 2 years later.