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CLOSED ; @seraphicdemon​ !

               war images passed like LIGHTNING ; the fallen shadowhunters covering the once open streets of alicante, black blood oozing like a river down the white stones ––––– fire lit up in the INHABITED houses, seraph blades glowing up the red sky. piercing screams filled her ears, children crying ; looking for their MOTHER, their father ––– if anyone were left. demons fought LYNCATHROPES, the night children attacking as support. a horrid picture playing before her eyes ; a picture she never knew she’d live to see ––––– the uprising all over again. dry blood etched against her once PORCELAIN WHITE SKIN, seraph blade secured in her hands, whip in the other. ❛ ALEC !❜ the scream filled the smoky air, seraph blade inserted through the demon ; a tired sigh leaving her lips. she was tired of fighting, wanted the war ENDED. 

            a swift turn of her body, the shadow of a little boy falling ––– becoming one with the ground. then she heard a PIERCING scream that tore her soul apart ––– realized it was her own. ❛ –––––––– MAX !❜ NEPHILIM BODY CRASHED through the crowd, seraph blade connecting with any danger crossing her path ; limping to her knees beside the body of the youngest lightwood. salt prickled her eyes, trembling hand touching the ANGEL CARVED FACE that belonged to her fallen brother. ❛ …you were supposed to stay inside. you were…❜ but the words couldn’t escape. pain LINGERED in her heart, tears rolling down her chin ––– realizing that she’d been crying. ❛ YOU !❜ she whipped up on her feet, vengeance illuminating her dark eyes –––– seraph blade steady in her hands, pointed at the shadow before her. ❛ you killed him ! A CHILD ! an innocent child lost his life !❜

                     ^{it looked like it was a print made by g o y a, images which reflected the tragedy of the episode    && a future reminder for all of them who ended living, a tattoo made in their own mind to torture themselves for an eternity. the streets were saturated with demon icor,  poisoning people’ sense of smell,  THAT is the smell of lost    && sorrow , a smell bring from hell to make a t o r t u r e of their last moments. who knew how many lifes were lost trying to find peace ?? how many childs were orphan after the tragedy ?? how many broken souls blamed herself for the massacre ?? it wasn’t a simple coincide or misfortune,  it wasn’t a mundane carnage.  it was an act of DEVIL walking in terrestrial territory,  c o n q u e e r i n g it. 
                       jonathan wasn’t expecting such a bloody mess, he thought that nephilims would recapacitate   && agree to valentine’s term for their own sake. but,  as  the exterminating angel once did,  they won’t give up without fighting, not that jonathan feel bad about the course of events. in fact, the scene brought up the memory of one of his dreams,  dreams with river of BLOOD   && corpses stacked. a laugh, he was laughing like a child in christmas ━━while there were inviduals screaming   && swimming on tears ,  thinking about their i n e v i t a b l e death, losing hope. he took the seraph blade from his belt  && he named it: “miguel”, he said, knowing the place that angel had in HEAVEN.  a child appearing in his point of view && , without a second glance ,  he thrusted the angelic weapon in a seraphic body .  HOLINESS WAS LAUNCHED ON INNOCENCE,  && a profane boy induced it to the e t e r n a l dream. his hand were tinted in red ,  founding the familiarity with the dense liquid.    ‘ no one is innocent in war ,   izzy .   ’  a smile coursing his countance ,  appearing like ashes after a fire.    ‘ you should have surrendered when you have the chance ,  it’s a PITY that is too late for your brother to raise the white flag now .   ’}