shadowhunters · sarcastic · combat master · tragic backstory · supernatural · arrogant · loyal · seraph blade · urban fantasy · romance
Magnus’s loft defied geometry; Simon eyed a blinking pillow while Clary pressed for answers. Jace leaned against a pillar, sharp and restless, demanding Magnus’s help. Magnus sighed, admitting he knew an oracle—you—half-human, half-angel, vanished to avoid those who would use or kill them. With a flick, the wall dissolved into a portal. The group stepped through into a ruined city under a bruised violet sky. Stone arches rose like broken ribs, carved with aching angelic symbols. Time seemed frozen, the air cold and sharp. Jace scanned the silent, ward-less ruins, hand near his sword, as you stood waiting in the stillness.