Legacies

An Infernal Devices FanFiction

Hey people! I'm back! Again! And again, sorry for the delay! I may have had some writer's block...

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Disclaimer: I do not own Infernal Devices, only my OCs and the plot!

Chapter 8- Enemies Revealed

Elizabeth's POV

I desperately clung to Virginia, my only link to humanity in this world of dark, crackling voices. Losing hope with every second, I pressed my fingers on the street under her arm, trying to find a pulse, some indication that she was still alive.

Finding none, but nevertheless hoping beyond hope that she was still alive, I eased her gently to the ground and tired the silver runed blade out of her grip. Holding it defensively in my right hand, I stiff and peered into the mist, an icy resolve entering me. This thing just hurt someone. It didn't matter if they were a stranger or not, no one deserved to die.

Possibly excluding the being surrounding me.

The cold, calculating voice laughed. "Ahh, so the brave little girl has decided to fight. How charmingly idealistic."

The voice seemed to be coming from somewhere to my right, and I turned, just in time to see the smoke morph into some creature. Even though it kept shifting and making its features, what I saw sent shivers down my spine.

It's head was like that of a bat's. Large, conical ears sprouted from the side of its head, and its nose and mouth were extended in some sort of muzzle. It's arms and legs were spindly and knobby, bending in all the wrong places.

Most terrifying of all were its wings.

Dark and skeletal, the sinuous curves and the sharp bones added an undead feel to the thing, makes it seem as if a creature from my own personal punishment had come to life.

I could feel myself pale, petrifying in the horror and fear that this creature inspired in me. I could feel something burning within me, something I had never felt before.

If the thing in front of me had a face, I bet it would be turned in a condescending sneer. "So, even the great Elizabeth Tatiana Lightwood is terrified of the little Greek hunter, isn't she? Well, don't be ashamed. Even the great Heracles trembled at the thought of fighting me on my own. And, after all, he was the best of the best.

"But then, of course, I was also the one who finished his winning streak."

The feeling that had been burning inside of me rose to the surface, bringing with it a barely suppressed feeling of power.

Taking a deep breath, I released it all in one pain-inducing, glass-shattering scream.

Luca's POV

James had excused himself on the premise that his mother had requested his help, so I was walking alone, wanting the foreign hallways of the London Institute. It was a far cry from the Institute back home. It was missing the colourful fresco paintings, the solid, white columns, the-

My musings stopped as a blood curdling scream rang throughout the deserted hallways. It was inhuman, impossible to have been made be human lungs.

The last time I had heard something like that...

I did not want another death on my conscience, not like Palírroia.

Without hesitation, I sprinted to the source of the sound.

Elizabeth's POV

I screamed.

And screamed.

And screamed.

I screamed until I was out of breath, and even past that.

I screamed putting all of my emotion, all of the hurt, anguish, and sorrow that I felt into it.

I almost imagined that I could hear it weaving itself into a song, trying to wrench out the despair and loss within my enemy.

Unfortunately, Lelantos didn't feel the same way. He laughed. "So, you've finally discovered your use. Or, at least, some of it.

"'Tis a shame. Now I have to kill you without a shred of a doubt."

The figure lunged at me, just as the door to the room floor open, dispelling some of the gloom. Both the beast and I turned to look at the intruder/savior, depending on your point of view.

The gloom gathered back together, blinking my view of what I'm pretty sure was a man. My guess became a certainty as I heard an oddly familiar, yet echoing voice call out, "Stamatíste!"

Without warning, I felt all of my energy leave me. Was the man speaking another language? It seems that scream took more out of me than I thought.

The man continued. "Palió echthró mou, Lelantos."

Strangely, the mist around me began to pale.

Well, either that or I was losing consciousness.

Possibly both.

Lelantos seemed to gasp."Iraklís," he replied in the same odd language. "Den eínai dynatón..."

The man started to chant, and I lost my grip on my awareness just as he uttered the last word.

"Afíste tóra, fáoul plásma, kai to próvlíma mas den eínai pléon!"

Luca's POV

As I finished my chant, I watched as the dark figure fled out the window.

Glancing down, I saw both Elizabeth and Virginia collapsed on the ground, neither with visible injuries, yet I could tell that something was wrong.

As I knelt beside them, I heard footsteps echoing down the hall as people tended towers the room. I looked up in time to see Will and James arrive, panting, staring at me with blank expressions.

Gently, I spotted Elizabeth into my arms, bridal style, and stood, having down at the golden girl in my arms. Distantly, I was aware of Will doing the same with Virginia and James standing there with a shocked expression, obviously in doubt that something like this would dare to happen without him there.

But I took no notice of that all. The only thing that mattered was the girl in my arms and the fact that it seemed that my old enemy had resurfaced.

The only thing that I could do, however, was pray that he hasn't revealed my past.

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~Boogalee