I don't own Simon or valentine. * Goes to sulk in a dark corner*

Valentines P.O.V.

I watch in amusement as Magnus drags Simon through store after store, so far we had been through eight and steadily accumulated nearly twenty bags worth of clothes. I was quite sure Simon was ready to gauge the Warlocks eyes out with a credit card if he had to try on another outfit. I look towards the changing rooms from where im sitting and nearly swallow my tongue. Standing there, Pretty little scowl in place, was Simon. He was dressed in an outfit that was very...tempting to say the least. Tight, black skinny jeans that showed off his ass just right. A thin, tight, emerald green, silk dress shirt that stretched across his lightly muscled torso. Knee high black high-tops with neon green laces and...

" When did you get your ears pierced?" He looks at me from studying himself in the mirror and the way his deep blue eyes smolder makes saliva pool in my mouth. He smirks as he reaches up and pulls one off.

" Clip on. I may like pain every now and then but only in bed." My mouth drops open and I blink, lust rapidly making my eyes smolder like his. Magnus steps between us as heat and tension fill the air, holding his hands up.

" Woah, woah, hey. No jumping each other in stores. Ok? Ok." We both give him glares but back off, Simon with an adorable pout. Magnus turns to me with a smile. " I also think I know what's going on with Simon. Meet me at my place."

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We sat on the couch as Magnus dropped an old tome in front of us, dust flying into our faces and causing us to cough. Magnus dropped into the chair across from us and opened the book.

" Now, I have two plausible explanations so far. The first being that he's descended from a nephilim and the line was just lost until now and his powers were dormant until he got bit. How far along is the transition by the way?" Simon pulls his upper lip up and reveals his still smallish fangs as Magnus nods." You'll start into the bloodlust soon. You know what that entails, correct?"

Simon nods absently and leans into my side. " I'll need to drink and have my lust sated almost every three hours, four and a half at the most. It usually lasts about a day. Right?"

Magnus smiles at him. " Right. Now, the second is that someone created a nephilim, being you, and bound you're power and the stress of being taken captive and hurt physically partially unlocked them. I have a spell here that will help determine which and what line, if any. He slides a small silver bowl across the coffee table. All you have to do is put a few drops of blood in the mixture and then poor it on the paper."

Simon smirks and takes a small knife from beside the bowl, nicking his finger. As the blood and concoction mingled he poured it onto the blank sheet, watching as words formed.

NAME: Simon Elijah Lewis

AGE: 18

MOTHER: Caroline Nephila- Lewis (SPOUSE: Jason Lewis)

FATHER: Archangel Michael

GRANDMOTHER: Elizabeth Nephila- Nichols

GRANDFATHER: Fallen Angel Lucifer

I stare at the paper in shock along with Simon and Magnus.

" Holy fuck."