Seven Sins

Ivory Glory always thought that she was some kind of deformed monster. She’s used to the stares and the gasps each time she opens her mouth. From a very young age, she’s known what it’s like to be an outcast. Her brother and her were kicked out of their home when she was 3 and he was 4. Because there is point where you parents just can’t tolerate your forked tone and gilled neck.

She was, back then, a freak. But then her brother and her found the others. The people that leaned against walls and smoked thin blue cigarettes while they smirked at them with shark teeth or looked at them with purple eyes. She was scared of these odd new people, but her brother held her hand whilst they explained to them this other world. This brilliant, brilliant new world.

But in this new world, she was still at the bottom of the food chain. She was a warlock who lived on the streets of New York, she wasn’t in enough control of her magic to be employed, and Shadowhunter’s were either trying to kill her or were snubbing her. She had this new uncontrollable anger that was shooting through her veins, and by the time she was twelve, she had gained enough respect of the other Warlock’s on her area of the streets to be listened to. But that respect was at a high cost.

Ivory Glory’s done some terrible things. Some really depraved things , and, on her seventeenth birthday, she had enough moral conscience to decide that she wanted to make up for those things. But, hell, were did she start?

The Seven Sins. That was her opening to redemption. She was going to not only walk down that path, but she was going to kick her name in the dirt.

But that’s not the only issue. Old issues are starting to rise between Downworlders. Because when her roommate and her get rumours of something called The Pandemonium Club they just know something is up. Because, hey, why not? It’s not like they had enough on their plate already.