Clary's POV

Who is he? What is he? Is he a vampire? But he didn't look like one... He didn't burn in sun, he sparkled. He didn't have any fangs but razor teeth... He may be dangerous. He may be working with my "father". I decided to find the closest institute tomorrow and find out as much as I could about his kind and if they may be a potential threat to us...I spent the rest of the day getting acquainted with the surrounding. Walking in the street during Sunset was beautiful. There were witches, fairies, vampires, werewolves all hiding under the shadow of a mask under the mundane eye. But I could see them. I could see the beauty of the whole other world now, and I won't take anything back ever. I love what I am- A shadow hunter, A protector to mundane, A threat to demons, Children of angel Raziel. I took a turn and entered a beautiful garden. It was filled with freesias, lilies, roses. It was beautiful. But my favorites were freesias its fragrance made me remember home. Peace, calm, joy, happiness. Before all the demons crawled their way in my dreams and my life. When there was just me, Simon, mom, and Luke. No Valentine, no Jace. Oh, Jace. I still haven't come to terms with that Jace the person with who I have fallen madly in love since the day I saw him is my brother, and will always be only my brother. I was disgusted with myself that I still felt the same about him knowing he is my brother. I sat on the bench in the corner and removed my sketchbook and pens. And dived in the peace and solace it provided to have them in my hands and let the feeling consume me as I began to sketch. I was so much engrossed in my thoughts I didn't notice a figure with dreamy golden eyes that have been haunting me, watching me from the tree shade. I didn't realize how late it was until droplets from the cold breeze brought me out of my calm state. I quickly scrambled to my feet and packed my things and began to walk towards the apartment. I had a tight grip on my bag that carried flew blades knowing what walked during the night. I was having a very strange feeling in my pit like someone was following me when I entered the alleyway. I now had a seraph blade in one hand and my stele in another in case the person was a threat. I slowly turned around to inspect the person in the alleyway and felt my body go rigid and my pupils widen. There in front was a forsaken.

With pitch-black eyes with no whites and his body covered with nasty runes. From what I have studied Forsaken are beings who were once mundane's who go insane upon receiving powerful runes, they are unable to handle it. They cannot be returned to humans and do not know of their previous existence. They are ruthless and kill anyone and everyone. They drink blood cause it subsides their pain only a bit. But until then they walk the earth feeling incredible pain. The only way to free them of their existence is to kill them. The forsaken was analyzing me probably thinking I was his next meal. I took that opportunity to prepare myself for a fight. I knew that killing a forsaken would be hard but not than killing a Raum demon and I have killed them twice provided I was injured a lot. But it was a hell of a fight.

The forsaken started making his way towards me. I acted like I was feeble-minded who thought that he was hot and wanted me and not a shadow hunter who saw through his facade and started betting my eyelashes at him. It worked because he smirked and was now face to face with me. I was wearing long-sleeved black v neck top and light blue jeans so he couldn't see my marks. Yet. I was slowly removing all seraph blades for the fight and after it was in my hand I decided to drop the act. The forsaken was standing in front of me looking all dreamy maybe cause of my angel blood. As it is like a drug to them and helps seize their pain a bit and me being Valentine "daughter" I have a lot of angel blood in me. The forsaken seemed to come out of his dreamy state when I charged at him. I landed a few really good kicks at him and could see he was losing his strength. I made my final strike by tying his hands with my whips, a gift from Isabelle. I needed to know who he was and who created him. I made him fall after tying him up and raised my blade near his neck proving to him his defeat and foreseen death. He looked scared shitless but had that menacing scowl on his face. "WHO CREATED YOU?" I shouted. He pretended to act like he didn't know what I was talking about. "Oh come one, don't act stupid you know who I am right?" "Shadow hunter" He spat. "Yes, and I repeat once again WHO CREATED YOU. Tell me now I swear I will make your death painful" And to prove my point I plunged the blade a bit in his neck to draw blood. He screamed loud due to being more in pain than he already is. "I...I... don't... know much. We were marked by someone underhand the main person. There are a lot of them here. We are allowed to go out to hunt in the evening... He...he the one who created us gives us tasks to do throughout the city. H...he says that if we do what he says he will make our pain go away..." He cried out. Make our pain go away?

Forsaken can never get rid of the pain. Subside it? Yes. Take away? No. There is only one way to do that- to kill them. Unless... Oh god. "What did the head of this look like? Did u ever see him!?" I shouted making him squirm and flinch in pain from the movement. "We only met him once. He kept saying things like I will create a better race. The clave has gone soft. I will rule the world soon with my children's and wife by my side. I will win...' "I flinched hearing that. There's only one person who has such vile thoughts. "There was another guy with blonde hair beside him. He had eyes like us but he didn't seem like he was in pain ever. He kept referring to him as his son..." WHAT! Jace joined valentine! But he doesn't have black eyes he has gold. Then who is the guy? Do I have another brother? Is the person who he describes even my father he can be someone else altogether? I shake myself out of those thoughts, I will think about them later. A forsaken to kill first. "Thank you. Now time to die. May angel Raziel have mercy on your soul. Ithuriel." I called and the blade lit up. I plunged it into his heart. I breathe a heavy sigh. Sometimes it's hard to do what we do. The person behind those eyes didn't deserve this fate. He didn't deserve to die so early. He deserved to get wed, have children, and grow old... No. It's your job clary. U can't become all soft now. The world is cruel and to survive u need to care less. I swiped my seraph blade off blood and pulled my bag off the floor and placed it in. I turned around only to be met by a pair of golden brown eyes that widened in shock and disbelief. Which I think mirrored my own. Well, fuck me he just saw everything. How will I explain all this? How did he even see this happen? Either he is a shadowhunter (which is unlikely) or he is a downwolder. At least now I know one thing about him now. I sighed. Well, might as well get this over with.