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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 .   ’}

       ^{isabelle slid off the stool she’d been sitting on, and knelt down in front of her little brother. she could see their r e f l e c t i o n in the steel of the refrigerator: her own dark hair, cut to her shoulders now - she remember vaguely years ago, when her hair had reached her waist - and max’s brown curls and glasses. ‘ do you know OLD i am ? ’ she said. 
        ‘    twenty-two. ’ max said, in the tone of voice that indicated he wasn’t sure why she was asking him such a stupid    question. 
            twenty-two, she thought. she’d always been seven years older than max, max the surprise, max the little brother she hadn’t expected.} 

                            MAX, WHO S H O U L D BE FIFTEEN NOW.

            ^{she swallowed, suddenly cold all over. everyone was still laughing and talking all around her, but the laughing sounded distant and e c h o i n g, as if it came from very far    away. 
       ‘    and how old are you ? ’ isabelle said. 
       ‘     nine, ’ said max.       ‘ i’ve always been nine. ’
        isabelle stared. the kitchen around her was WAVERING. she could see through it, as if she were staring through printed fabric: everything going transparent, as mutable as water. 
       ‘   baby, ’ she whispered. ‘ my max, my baby brother, please, please stay.’
       ‘     i’ll always be NINE, ’ he said, and touched her face. his fingers passed through her, as if he were passing his hands through s m o k e. 
‘ isabelle ? ’ he said in a fading voice,      && DISAPPEARED.}

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              questions SWARMED her mind, occupied every space in her body; negativity weighing on her shoulders like a stone dragging her further down the ocean. she’d believed SOMETHING would save her, stop the trial awaiting her –– yet her belief slimmed with time. raven locks were let loose, CURLED at the end –– her skin pale compared to the darkness of her roots. brown eyes resembled CARVED WOOD –– confusion laced within.  ​​❛ who are you ??❜ voice gentle as the wind as she spoke, a saddened expression enveloping her.  ​​❛ I KNOW… –––– i was hoping choosing an outfit would spare me some time. i’ll be ready in a second, okay ??❜

               ^{he wasn’t there to make new friends .   in fact ,  he doesn’t need any friends if that means he can have  p o w e r .  power ,  a word so powerful that could make that friends betrayed each other  && an innocent hand lost its innocence after taking away someone life.   but he, who had been corrupted by the day of his birth ,  didn’t experimented a single change for the word .  his nature remained.  even though,  he had to pretend that he could feel compassion  && wrongness for the raven girl FATE ,  at least if he wanted to get what he was looking for.   ‘ i’m sebastian verlac ,  aline penhallow’s cousin.   ’  it was easy to fool people when all your life your sharp tongue had been prepared for the sweet taste of    l i e s.  ‘ okay  .  ’ he said, his gaze above the girl .  it was like seeing a rabbit approaches at its condemned end, without moving a finger to avoid it ( not that the now-black-haired boy was characterised for his  piety ) .    ‘  you know, you don’t have to go through this.  i don’t see what you did as a crime,  but i know that the inquisitor does .  ’  he paused for a moment,  not knowing how the female figure will respond at some stranger intervening in her a f f a i r s .   ‘ but you could give to her THE MORTAL CUP, that could change her mind .   ’}

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OPEN ; everyone !

          sapphire fabric occupied her ANGEL CARVED hands, lips covered in ROSE RED lipstick, ruby tight around her neck; the anxiety filling her cells making it impossible to breath properly. TODAY was the day she would find out her faith, see if she would be found guilty –– EXILED from a life with her family. the creaking wood brought her out of her trance, body shifting to meet the intruder. ​❛ are you here to HELP me pick out an outfit for court ??❜

            ^{dark hair making him more paler than he actually is, making him look like a STATUE of a dark prince who had always lived with loneliness    && sorrow in a k i n g d o m far away from there.  his dark eyes as the night sky were set in the shadowy   figure in front of him.   ‘   why ?? do you need help with that ?? ’ he asked, a smile spreading on his lips. he was a stranger for the other.   ‘ in fact, no. i’m here cause my a u n t   sended me to tell you that you’re running out of time.   ’}

                          ^{d a r k n e s s doesn’t bring evil, 
               but EVIL can bring darkness in others    lives.}