Blood spilt on marble floors, indiscriminately the blood of family. Blood family, dark and twisted. Chosen family, light and hopeful. Love of two kinds, two worlds, battles for peace amongst war.
"Where is she?"
"She's dead. They both are."
"No. No!"
"I'm sorry."
"Why did you get to live when both of them died?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry for that too."
In which Everest can't keep up with the chaos.
Season Three of Shadowhunters
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FanfictionCover by the brilliantly talented @amxnaah "This is chaos. And not the good kind of chaos. The 'let me go die in a hole' kind of chaos." "Oh calm down. It's not that bad. The boys aren't even here to stab anything." Clary Fairchild wasn't the only...
