𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐍 ➤ shadowhunters

04

"Thank you," Lexa spoke, admiring her new outfit, she was dressed head to toe in black, boots with the lowest heel Isabelle owned (which wasn't very low), skin tight leather pants and a long sleeve body-con top, "not my usual style, but at least I look badass."

"Looking good makes you feel good," Isabelle had an almost cheshire grin, Lexa couldn't help the chuckle, Isabelle's words reminding her of herself.

"I have some questions, if you don't mind," Lexa started, after taking a deep breath and sitting next to Isabelle, she sank comfortably into the soft bed, Isabelle smiled.

"I don't, ask away."

"What exactly are shadowhunters?"

"Well," Isabelle started, taking a more comfortable position on her bed, "another term for us is Nephilims, angel blood runs through our veins, we've existed as long as demons have, for about a thousand years we've been given the task to keep the mundane world safe from demons and other rogue supernatural creatures."

"By who?" Lexa questioned, leaning towards the girl in interest, "who gave you the task, I mean?"

"An angel, of course, The Angel Raziel, specifically. He gave us the tools and abilities to do what we have to, that's why we have seraph blades that can kill demons, regular weapons can't. Which is also why we were so shocked your dagger worked, we've never come across a demon-killing weapon that wasn't made by us."

Lexa nodded in understanding, trying to imagine the whole situation from their perspective.
"My family has hunted demons for years, met many fellow hunters, how come we've never heard of you?"

"Because regular mundanes can't see us. These tattoos, they're called runes, each rune gives us a special ability, enhances our senses, gives us skills, glamours us from the outside world. We don't attract attention, we're always hidden-

"That explains the corny name," Lexa commented offhandedly, making Isabelle chuckle.

"The seraph blade only lights up when a shadowhunter holds it, we can only be seen by other shadowhunters, supernaturals, who have the sight. Runes can only be made on shadowhunters, a regular mundane would die or go insane if they they tried to draw it on themselves, we call them the Forsaken." Isabelle explained patiently, the corners of her lips never falling as she stared at Lexa's curious look.

"But you put runes on me and Clary.." the huntress started.

"And you survived," Isabelle grinned, "you may not believe you're a shadowhunter, but you're definitely not a normal mundane, I'm certain Clary is one of us, wouldn't be a long shot if you were too."

Lexa's mouth hung open, how could she not be human? There had to be some explanation for it, a reason. She was quiet for the next couple of minutes as she processed the information, Isabelle scanned her silently.

"Anything else?" the raven haired girl started, her tone teasing.

"Yeah," Lexa answered, staring down at the dark wooden floor for a moment before meeting Isabelle's eyes, "why aren't you asking questions about me? Do you meet a lot of mundane hunters?"

Isabelle laughed, "No, we don't. They don't have the sight, but we're aware of their existence. All we know is they're wherever we aren't. Our paths don't cross. We're almost the same, you know, minus the superior weapons and powers. Is it true you manually extract demons?"

"Manually?" Lexa almost laughed. "If you mean performing exorcisms, yes, I've never come across demons like the ones at the club, though."

"You may have," Isabelle looked in thought for a moment, "maybe you just call them something else."