Our Lady Of Sorrows | Shadowhunters

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"I'm not fearless. I'm terrified, I'm always terrified."
- Allison Argent
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All she knew was that she was supposed to be dead. Her mind scrambled trying to make a plausible, non supernatural reason that might explain how she was still alive. Her lungs burned with each deep breath she took. Her eyes watered over with tears. The oni sword pierced right through her lower abdomen, she was human, she was supposed to be dead.

She picked her upper body off the cement floor. Bruises covered her hands, she still wore the same outfit from when she was killed. The purple dress had a huge blood stain on the center, she covered herself with the jacket she still had. She stood up, immediately getting dizzy from all the blood pumping in her head.

Her shaky hands reached into her pocket. A set of silver keys were soon placed on her hands. Her brows furrowed at the sight of a set of five keys. They were styled in an old antique fashion, kind of like the ones she had when her family live in New York for six months. She reached into the other pocket, where a small white card was placed there.

228 Park Ave the card read. Her old address, could it be that she's actually still was alive? She shoved the card back into her pocket. She checked her boot, her trusty ninja dagger was still by her side. She smiled faintly.

She began walking towards Park, assuming that she was indeed in the old city that never slept. A sharp pain made her groan. She grabbed the section of her jacket near her stomach, carefully caressing it. She walked with a slight limp. 'Our daughters are trained to be leaders,' her father's words rang through her ears. She breathed in carefully, looking up she walked quickly towards the old apartment.

Her boots clank against the cold cement. The billions of stores and people she passed were merely in her way of figuring out what happened to her. Her body was betraying her a bit, barely hanging on by a thread. She felt a huge weight bump into her, hands grabbed on to her. Her weight nearly collapsed on top of the other person.

"Are you okay?" the person asked. "Are you hurt? Oh my god, you're bleeding."

"No," her voice cracked. "I just, I just need to, I need to get to Park."

"Please, let me help you," he spoke.

"My pocket," she breathed. "There's a card and some keys in my pocket."

She felt the person check through her pockets. "Do you have a name? An ID?" they asked. "I'm Simon, Simon Lewis and you're getting paler, shit."

"La descente aux enfers est facile," she mumbled. "La descente aux enfers est facile."

"What?" he asked terrified.

"La descente aux enfers est facile," she repeated. The girl looked up from her pain.

A tall boy with dark hair and so many tattoos stood behind her and the boy currently holding her. Her mouth gaped slightly. 'You won't be able to see it, but you'll feel it,' her brows furrowed at the sight of the boy. No one else could seem to see him. 'It will be kind of like a darkness around your heart, and permanent like a scar.' As Deaton's words surrounded her mind, the boy disappeared.

"La descente aux enfers est facile."

"Come on," Simon said getting her into the cab.

"Argent," she whispered. "Allison Argent."

And with that darkness took over.