Lucie Aconite ran away from home.
The insignificant girl became a Traveler.
Travelers are mandated to help heroes in need throughout the multiverse and any timeline. As a talented recruit, Lucie travels. And along her way, she's introduced to Demigo...
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Alternative Past, New York ━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━
"She's going to die Jace, you can't do that." Alec warned, unfruitfully. "It's—"
The blond sighed."Just a little rune." He spoke, hand slightly shaking as he reached for his stele. "A little iratze, nothing too—" He swallowed.
"Nothing too bad?" Alec asked, narrowing his eyes.
"She's dying okay? We have to, we have to do something! We, we..."The Shadowhunter swallowed thickly, breath ragged and eyes crazed. There was no certitude in his heart, like it had been the case for Clary, just hope. Enough hope laced with despair to take a shot. For some reason, he simply couldn't let that mundane die.
"She's a stranger! People die all the time! Jace, let go of the stele, please." Alec begged.
But the blond wouldn't listen. He just, he couldn't. He'd seen that girl once, only once, at the club, and she'd seen him too. It had to mean something. It had to. It worked for Clary. It should work for her too. It had to. Swallowing thickly, the Shadowhunter started to draw an iratze on her forearm. The skin refused it, skin coloring with golden words and patterns, in sanskrit.
The girl gasped awake, eyes shooting open, small tears rolling down her cheeks. The two male had jumped back, out of sheer shock. "What ha, what have you done?" Lucie was struggling to breath, she brought her hands to her throat, face growing redder with every second that passed until she lost consciousness, hands falling at her side as her body started to lift up in the air.
"What have you done, indeed, children?" A voice resonated in Jace and Alec's head.
Jace's jaw clenched. "Show yourself, demon!"
A soft chuckle came from the voice. "I mean no harm, Jonathan Christopher. I am the source of your power."
Both Jace and Alec blinked a few times. "You're..."
"Yes. Yes, I am. Amongst other things."
"By Raziel." The blonde gingerly let out, obtaining a soft laughter as a reply.
"You cannot heal her with our magic. I'm afraid you made a mistake, she's not one of your own. But she matters." The voice said. "Make her drink drops of your blood, Alexander."
