Always A Herondale

A/N: Hai it's @themortalpottergames from Instagram, and I just started Wattpad, so yea. This is based on Ella Herondale, here goes.•~•

I own no rights to TMI or TDA, all that belongs to the wonderful, CASSANDRA CLARE:) All characters in this book are not mine, they are ⬆⬆⬆'s (Cassie's) and ⬆⬆⬆'a alone. So yea. Don't sue meh. 😏 And no hate. I know this is baadddd...

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Prologue

Edmund stared at the stele, stared at its chiseled, detailed handle and the cruel point.

"No more," he whispered trying to convince himself. This was all for the better, of course. He was a simple mundane now, with a wife and a house and a job. But still, he had just given up his life! Edmund felt an emptiness, a loneliness, an ache in the pit of his stomach that had begun once he had resigned his duties.

But no, he couldn't return, he had been banished from the Institute, from Idris. And moreover, they were still mourning Jonathan, his former parabati. No, not when he was accused of murder to his soul brother, and hadn't earned back trust from the Clave. His thoughts curled back to that day, only a week before...

FLASHBACK

**** "Mundie!!!" A familiar gruff voice called, rushing Edmund as he hastily got his garments. "We haven't got all day!"

Edmund sighed and followed Jonathan, his parabati, down the street. They wouldn't ride the carriage today: the duo had a monster to catch.

After a few minutes of silent trekking, they had reached the destination. Edmund looked around frantically. "Where's the place?" He whispered loudly, panicking.

Jonathan chuckled loudly. That was the last time he would laugh. "Watch this." He mouthed, eyes glinting with amusement. With a flick of his toned arm and a glow of a certain rune, the very air around the two crumbled back, and the thick glamour broke.

Edmund rolled his eyes. "Stop showing off," he hissed, "we got a demon to catch." He took out a weapon and handed an empty Pxylis to Jonathan, pointing towards the conservation fields ahead of him.

The two tiptoes onward, until they sighted the demon, lurking in the shadows. Edmund crept towards him, silently, but this was no ordinary demon. The head whipped back as quick as lightning, and soon enough the blue creature had a strong grip on him. Edmund twisted and turned, but the grip was painstakingly tight.

Suddenly, a loud cry startled him. "Vladimir!" Jonathan shouted as he shot towards the demon. It lost its hold on Edmund as it averted his eyes to the new threat.

Edmund took out another Pxylis, waiting for the demon to be cornered, but suddenly, the monster laughed. Jonathan stopped, confused. Heck, Edmund was too.

As quick as a flash, the demon had pinned Jonathan down and edmund rushed towards him, but the deed was done. Jonathan's sightless eyes stared beyond, and his head lolled back. The demon hissed, and Edmund held out the Pxylis. It growled and snarled, trying to jump at Edmund, but it sank into the depths of the jar. As soon as the horrid shadow was ridden, Edmund kneeled at Jonathan's side.

"Nooooooo!" E cried, trying to shake Jonathan awake. He pounded on the corpse's chest. No reply. Jonathan was truly gone.******

END FLASHBACK

Edmund couldn't return. He wouldn't. Plus, the Clave seemed to be just dandy with the new head of the Institute, Granville Fairchild. In fact, Consul Wayland had said it himself, "Edmund Herondale, I release you from your Shadowhunter rank. You are now a mortal."

He wasn't a Shadowhunter anymore. All Marks had faded but one. The fearless tune still stood shining, on his right bicep, a reminder of what could have been. All he had left was his trusty stele, and the Pylis filled with that blue bastard, Marbus or whatever.

"Honey, I'm home!" A melodious voice called out, no doubt his wife. Hastily, Edmund shut the stele back in its leather case and straightened himself up just as she walked in.

"How was your day, Mrs Herondale?" He teased, emphasizing her new surname.

A bit of a smirk caught on her smile. "Just fine, Mr Herondale. In fact, a have a special surprise, just for you!" She tapped the tip of Edmund's nose with a slender, thin finger.

"Go on..." He coaxed, raising an eyebrow.

His wife flushed a deep scarlet. "We're having a baby!"

A/N: Not too bad, eh?

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