Son. Daughter. Brother. Sister. Father. Those words kept repeating in the young male's head every since he found out the truth. Ever since Valentine told him the secret. With a grunt of anger, Jace landed another blow to the punching bag in the gym at the institute. He needed something else, anything else to keep his mind off the fact that the most notorious villain in Shadowhunter history was his father. He wasn't sure what was worse, that, or being in love with his sister.
When news reached his ear of a secret blood den, Jace was the first one to hop on the case. He had been waiting all day, and now was the time in between day and night. Where vampires mostly let their guard down after being sated and preparing to hop into their coffin. After a quick shower and change of clothes, Jace headed out to the location his Intel provided.
Some of his friends vanished after hearing that Valentine was out and working, Elias assumed it was because they either were afraid, or they felt the rouge Shadowhunter could provide them with riches beyond imagination. So where did that leave Elias? Here. In New York City. Alone. Considering the lack of activity back home, and the increase out here, Elias was transferred from back home to here about a month ago. He explored the city and it's inhabitants, but now it was time to get down to business. Each institute had their own way of doing things and today he was going to learn just what was in store.
Entering the building, he was brought to the center of their HQ, mission control. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he tried to remember the name of his tour guide on the paper before it went up in flames. "I'm looking for a Alec Lightwood. " He then announced, his British accent booming over the busying Hunters.
July 15th, 2017 at 10:26pm