Sinister Shadows (Mortal Instruments Fan Fiction)

I live in shadow.

I also kill demons for an everyday job. Because I am a Shadowhunter. Nephilim is the technical word for what I  am and I creep the dark New York streets at night, eradicating evil with angel enhanced weapons. It is my duty to rid the world of demons and sinister that comes with them.

You think Werewolves, Vampires, Warlocks, Demons , Angels and Fearies are just some children's made up folklore?

Well all of the above is my reality. I'm Celeste Greymark, but I'm not actually a Greymark, I'm a Herondale, my mother is Amatis Herondale/Greymark, which also means that my father is Stephen Herondale, but he died before I was born. My uncle, Luke who was once a Shadowhunter too and was best friends and parabatai (meaning he held the upmost loyalty and trust to) to Valentine Morgenstern, a ruthless leader with merciless intentions and ideas, life was also turned upside down from this underground, secret world when his parabatai stabbed Luke in the back and got him turned into a Werewolf and was disowned from everyone who had once loved him  and was meant to take me to The New York Institute when I was seven ,but couldn't because my mother treated her Turned brother like a lethal disease so I was dragged into taking a portal there with Maryse Lightwood.

When a mysterious boy with golden hair with  golden eyes to match arrives at the Institute at ten years of age, I feel an instant connection. I soon realize that I have a closer family relation to him than I thought.

My life is full of dark secrets and it takes a treacherous turn when the Shadowhunter's start to ask the The High Warlock Of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane for help all the time with the issue of Valentine Morgenstern, who I have an unhealthy urge to kill  for revenge of what he did to Luke and through the sparkly Warlock I meet some very interesting Downworlders, and breach the Laws of the Shadowhunters and become friends with them, because of course everyone knows that Shadowhunter's should not make friends with any Downworlder, it is forbidden, they are meant to be lower than the Nephilim, but I don't like their prejudice ways. Oliver Penhallow, my parabatai tries to stop me when I become more profoundly reckless and risk my life and Shadowhunter pride.

I guess the saying is pretty accurate. Love does make people do stupid things.