Watching Over You

Prologue

I put every ounce of my being into becoming visible. As I run into the Institute, the Shadowhunters look as me.

"Get back! Go to the weapons room and stay in there until further notice! If anything happens, you know what to do, but for now, I'll try to hold them off!"

I heard some whispers as they started to run toward the weapon's room. Some said: "Ghost." Among others, I heard: "Lovelace." At the sound of my last name, I couldn't help but smile. The story of my becoming a ghost has been passed down through generations, put I didn't think anybody would actually believe it.

I run along with them to the weapon's room not only to get my own weapons, but also to make sure they are safe. I can't let any of them get hurt. That's my job.

I grab a seraph blade and I suddenly remember the days when I wouldn't even think of touching a seraph blade. One thing that has changed over the past 200 years is that I now know my purpose. To fight. To defend. To protect.

Along with the seraph blade, I grab a sword. By the Angel. Now is the time to be grateful Will helped me train late at night after I was able to enter the Institute.

I run toward the door and take a look back at the Shadowhunters that didn't even know I actually existed. After Will, none of the others except James had the ability to see me.

I shut the doors tightly before running off to fight the demons that have been sent by Sebastian Morgenstern to kill the Shadowhunters. As soon as I'm outside, I can smell the sulfur. Before I have time to prepare myself, I'm struck to the ground by a Ravenor.

I quickly name my seraph blade before jumping back to my feet and stabbing it in its chest. Quickly, I turn around to do the same to the demon that was running towards me.

I take a quick look around at all of the other demons that are either trying to get into the Institute or are running towards me. I jump into action, killing 5 demons in a row. Out of breath, I am suddenly knocked back to the ground, my weapons falling out of my hands.

Struggling to get out of the demon's grasp, I scream in pure frustration and kick out at it, also trying to dodge the bite it is sending my way. As I dodge its venomous bite, it hits its head on the ground beside me, giving me a chance to kick it so hard it rolls off of me.

I quickly get up to grab my seraph blade. "Gabriel" I shout, making the blade come to life, glowing its beautiful light. I roll to the ground, making the demon that was running toward me fall hard to the ground. I then get up to my feet and stab it in the back, making it fold in on itself.

By now, my hair is covered with dirt and ichor, but I keep fighting with all I have in me. Eventually, there are only 3 demon in my sight. Either some of them ran off when they realized their fate, or I killed most of them. The latter sounds better.

I flip over one of the demons, stabbing it when I land. The second one comes after me, its consequence being decapitation. The last one stands there and looks at me for a while, as if trying to decide whether or not to come after me. It chooses to come after me. Wrong choice. Instantly, I jump in the air and over the demon's head.

When I land behind it, I slice the back of its knees, making it fall face first to the ground. With one last, swift motion, I stab it in the back, watching as this one doesn't fold in on itself, but bursts into a million pieces.

Upon seeing no more demons, my energy starts to fade. I feel myself go back invisible. I sway, feeling dizzier than I ever have. Fighting and being visible don't really go together. It took all of my energy. I fall to my knees and try to keep my eyes open, but darkness consumes me. The last thing I remember are the words on the gate to the Institute: We Are But Dust and Shadows.

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I blink. Everything is so...bright. I groan and sit up, rubbing my eyes to try to see better, but everything is literally white. I keep blinking to see if I can produce some kind of image, but there's nothing. I lay back down and close my eyes. A couple minutes go by when I start to sense someone standing over me. I sit up so quickly, I get a head rush.

"Who's there?" I call into the whiteness.

Slowly, an image starts to form. First, a face that has is set into a firm but kind expression. Then, a body that is hovering just above the ground. Then, wings. Wonderful gold wings that unfurled behind the Angel's back. And what I say the Angel, I mean The Angel.

I gasp and cover my mouth. He's so....magnificent.

"Jessamine Lovelace, Child of the Nephilim, stand before me."

Obediently, I stand before Raziel and lock my hands together in front of my body, trying not to tremble at the holy sight.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks, his voice like thunder.

"Y-yes" I stammer "You are th- the Angel Raziel."

"That is correct," Raziel said. "Jessamine Lovelace, you were summoned to Heaven today to be congratulated on your defeat of the demons sent to destroy the London Institute. You did your job and you did it perfectly."

I stand there not knowing what to say. The Angel Raziel is congratulating me.

"Thank you, sir"

"After much debate over the last two days, we have decided to give you a place among the Guardian Angels."

Two days? A place among the Guardian Angels?

"Sir, are you telling me that I'm going to be an Angel?"

"Precisely. You have done so wonderful in your job protecting the Shadowhunters of the London Institute for all these long years that we have decided to give you a place among us Angels"

"By the Angel" I breath. Realizing who I'm in front of I cover my mouth. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I was just... Sorry."

Raziel gives me a small supportive smile
"It is okay, Jessamine. You are Nephilim. Some habits will never leave you. Which is why you are going to be not only a Guardian Angel, but a Guardian Angel that watches over Shadowhunters."

I grin. "Thank you."

"Come, Jessamine. Let's give you the wings you deserve."

He gestures for me to kneel down in front of him. When I do so, I hear him muttering in a language so holy, I cringe. After a while, he stops and I feel something growing out of my back. I gasp in pain and grit my teeth. Finally, the pain subsides.

I look up, realizing that I can now see everything around me. Wonderful blue waterfalls, emerald green grass, more angels than I can count on two hands. My jaw drops in wonder.

"Would you like to see?" Raziel asks from behind me.

"Of course" I reply politely.

He gestures in the air and a sort of mirror evolves out of thin air. I stare in wonder of my beautiful wings. They're golden, like my hair and stretch far, though not quite as far as Raziel's. At he very tip of both wings is a pink feather shaped like a heart.

"For Lovelace" I say, still in awe.

"Yes" Raziel says." We thought it would be a nice touch, in order for you to keep your heritage"

"Thank you" I say sincerely to Raziel.

"All Guardian Angels, come greet your new member, Nephilim Jessamine Lovelace."

All at once, like a chorus of beautiful voices, I hear "Welcome to the Council of Guardian Angels, Jessamine Lovelace."

-11/20
~Ari