The Day Valentine Never Celebrated

The Day Valentine Never Celebrated

Valentines Day Special

 Valentine's POV

Italics: Ithuriel

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            Valentine grumbled softly as he padded down the steps that led to the eerie basement. The boards groaned under his weight as he entered the little make shift workspace, oils and concoctions of all sorts bubbling and gurgling as the fire licked up the sides of canisters. Black demon blood moved like tar under the flame, tough and sticky when hot. He frowned, examining the burning demon blood absently, mind going a million miles an hour in a different direction. Without thinking, he glanced at the gleaming angel blood as it festered under the open torch. It swelled and retracted, growing then shrinking as it danced around, taking forms of different angels or animals, swirling.

            The angel blood, ichor as some called it, formed into many different shapes: a yapping dog that bounded around, a character that looked incredibly like Jonathan Shadowhunter in prayer, and finally, it swelled into a beating heart.

            He knew what a heart was. He had had plenty of subjects, animal and human, that had hearts. But this heart wasn't the kind with chambers and an aorta. This kind was the one that Valentine had been seeing for the past month: the kind with two curved tops and a spiked end. He frowned, observing the little thing beat and writhe before it morphed into a sword, swiping at an unknown enemy.

            Sighing, Valentine kicked his feet up watching his vials and parts sizzle and hiss. "Ithuriel?" he called over his shoulder.

            The scraping of chains rang out, shackles clanging together. The weak form of a human sat just out of view, cloaked in shadows. Two wings were plastered against his back, shameful at their ragged appearance. He turned towards him, instinct telling him to flinch away. Gauze were around his eyes, form bloodied and haggard. His weak angelic voice filled the room, Yes, what is it, Valentine?

            He swiveled around in his chair, looking at the captured angel, "What is this day of love I keep hearing about. I saw flowers and strange packages and odd floating parcels that had pictures or words on them. And everywhere I went, people just kept saying my name. I knew that I was infamous, but I had no idea that they had a whole day named after me! What an honor!" He laughed, joyous and jolly at the good news.

            Ithuriel scoffed, It isn't named after you. It is a holiday that celebrates the noble Saint Valentine who married couples in secret against the law. This Valentine's Day celebrates love that we are now lucky enough to have.

            Valentine looked away, huffing, "I like my idea better." He pretended not to be interested in anything the angel said or did, but now he had gotten himself into dangerous territory. Valentine was now curious. And once he was curious, he had to have the answer, or he would hurt himself trying.

            "So," he said nonchalantly, trying to not act like any of this irked him at all. "What do these silly mortals do on this silly holiday?"

            He sighed, you're curious, aren't you?"

            Scoffing, Valentine shook his head, "Uh, no way. I was just wandering that if I was mortal, what would I do to my mortal comrades who also shared this mortal holiday, and how would I act if I, a mortal, were to do something as a mortal on the mortal world. Like a mortal. From a mortal's point of view. For science..." He paused, "... Mortal..."