"don't you think mark is kind of a weird name for a shadowhunter? i mean, if you really think about it, it's confusing. 'put a mark of me, mark.'"
nephilim/shadowhunters, half-angel, half-human hybrids, sworn to keep peace in the shadow world, keep it hidden, and protect the mundane world from the threat of demons.
taeyong fairchild, head of the seoul shadowhunting institute, simply giggles to himself, while jaehyun carstairs, his parabatai, scoffs at the comment.
mark lightwood rolls his eyes, giving the boy a subtle glare before crossing his arms.
"you know, jaemin lovelace, your jokes would've been appreciated if you weren't about to head into a deadly demon attack," mark states as jaemin, who was leaning against the weapons table, rolled up his sleeves, facing me. i pull out his stele from his weapons belt.
steles were thick pencil like tools used by shadowhunters to draw runes onto their skins, weapons, and other materials. they're made of adamas, heavenly white-silver found beneath idris (shadowhunter's homeland) and glow slightly.
"it's a coping mechanism,"
"speaking of demon attack, where's jisung?" i, the herondale in the room, spoke, holding jaemin's arm in one hand, his stele in the other. jaemin's stele had an intricate lovers knot with ropes banding around the piece of adamas. his family symbol.
i turn his arm around, seeing no available space between the black marks. runes were a complex language given to us by the angel raziel. they granted us shadowhunters with powers beyond those of mundanes and were burned into our skin with the steles.
