Angel Meets Devil

Chapter 3: What's inside of the lair of a Madman..

Jocelyn's POV

When I open the door with the help of the witchlight. I was terrified of what I seeing... I see bones of children and the smell... The smell of blood and death and rot.

What was once a wine cellar is now a lair of a madman...

I went forward and searched for the owner of the noise and then I found the source... But it wasn't from a child that the cries came from but from the demon creatures...

There are cells that imprisoned them. Bound them with electrum chains, writhed and flopped and gurgled in their cells. In some cells there are more dead bodies of downworlders and some at the stage of dying...

Werewolves with bodies half-dissolved by silver powder. Vampires with their heads drowned in holy water until their skin peeled off the bones and fairies ... whose skins had been pierced with cold iron.

I went to the table at the end of the hall and took one of the ledgers that is in the shelves. I read them it was notes by each cell doors, meticulous recordings of his experiments, like how long a creature can last it until they die.

They were hard to read without fainting or throwing up. Somehow I did neither.

But there was one page that horrified me the most... It was one page devoted to the experiments he had done... On himself.

He had written in it that the blood of demons might act as an amplifier of the powers Shadowhunters are born with. He had tried injecting the blood to himself, to no end. But nothing happened except for the sick feeling. He then came to the conclusion that he was too old, and that it must be given to a child to take full effect-preferably one as yet unborn.

Across from the page recording those particularly conclusions he had written a series of notes with a heading i recognized a name. My name. Jocelyn Morgenstern.

I ran my trembling fingers  while i turned each page,and each words burning into my brain. 

Jocelyn drank the mixture again tonight.

no visible changes in her,

but again it is the child that concerns me.. 

regular infusions of demonic ichor.

the child may be capable of any feast.

toiling the beginning of a new generation of Shadowhunters,

the blood of angels and demons mixed to produced powers beyond any imagination possible.

no longer will be the power of the Downworlders be the greatest of the earth.

I clawed into it more, much more. seeing the mixtures that Valentine had given me to drink every night, the nightmares about being stabbed, choked, poisoned. but it wasn't me who he has been poisoning. it was Jonathan, My Jonathan, whom he had turned into some kind of half-demon thing. My little angel...