Nyx Fray, older sister of Clary Fray, stubborn, quiet, a soldier who takes her job very seriously. She rarely smiles and is very protective over her little sister. When both girls get thrown into the shadowworld, anger steams out, tears fall and smi...
"Well, well, well, you got a lot of nerve showing up here after you killed a lot of my people," Raphael commented as the vamp led Nyx to the room stocked heavily in antiques and fancy stuff. He had stood up from the golden colored couch and sped in front of the redhead so he stood but a feet or two apart, a group of vamps behind him, acting as some sort of bodyguards. "I don't know if you have a death wish, or just plain stupid."
"I've been called worse," Nyx shrugged with a smirk as she sheathed her swords back on her back. "I've come with a proposal."
"This should be good," Raphael sighed and gestured for her to take a seat on the no doubt expensive couch. Nyx gave a small smile and sat with her legs crossed her one another, turning to face the vampire who sat next to her with unnatural grace.
"We're offering an alliance with the Seelies, and by we I mean the group of varying species waiting down by the back entrance, including myself, of course," Nyx said directly, giving another smile as she finished. Raphael ruffled his leather jacket and looked towards the redhead with a calculating look on his ashen face.
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"And the werewolves," Nyx added, understanding the look.
"Why should we believe you?" Raphael asked softly. "You killed our people. You violated our home."
"You violated a mundane, remember?" Nyx counteracted, "yeah, Simon, he's 18, powerless and helplessly in love with my sister- it's quite pathetic actually- and not to mention, he's right outside, and did I forget to say that he's just dying," she cut off with a small chuckle, ignoring Raphael's roll of eyes, "to rat out that he's been attacked and turned into a vampire."
"That was not our fault-" Raphael wanted to explain himself, even if he knew that she wasn't wrong.
"I know that," Nyx cute him off, "you and the others... you were just following orders. It was Camille who violated the Accords, she's the leader who let you all down. You are a different kind of leader."
Nyx saw the appeased look that crossed Raphael's sunken dark eyes as his chin lifted up a little in pride, and refrained form rolling her eyes. Men, she scoffed internally, even in death, their egos continued to grow. She saw the contemplating look that had Raphael's gears turning in his head, so she continued on with her speech.
"We are a new generation of Shadowhunters," she looked around the room as she spoke, making sure to at least catch the eyes of some vampires who were brave enough to look up. "We believe everyone can be equal, but we have to work together to stop Valentine, and to ensure the Clave doesn't repeat past mistakes... what do you say?"
"This decision requires a consensus," Raphael spoke after a few seconds. Nyx rolled her eyes and pulled out her phone, quirking an eyebrow when a few vampires shifted uneasily at her actions.
"Scaredy-cats," she muttered softly, grinning when she knew that they all heard her- their supernatural hearing and all. Her phone was pressed to her ear after she dialed Clary's number, who answered and gave the phone to Simon after a short command from the older redhead. "Simon, I assume you heard all that, and if you didn't, well, you're a shi**y vampire."
