𝐂 𝐎 𝐒 𝐌 𝐈 𝐂   𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄   !

𝙲 𝙷 𝙰 𝙿 𝚃 𝙴 𝚁   𝚃 𝙴 𝙽   !

( 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔰 ! )

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

          𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋.

A well-known concept among most generations, stemming from early Christianity and spreading across the world like a plague of fear. To most people, Hell is a fiery pit of pain and torture where sinning souls are sent once they die. It is a metaphorical place of constant trauma, ruled by a character known as the Devil⎯a half-goat half-man creature intent on causing trouble. To others, Hell is just a term used to describe a bad day. And then there are the few who don't believe Hell exists, in which case, they are wrong.

To Shadowhunters and all those in their world, Hell is not the worst place one can end up. Yes, it is a land of fire and pain, but it is not all that mundane minds conjure it up to be. In fact, the only mundane to get close enough to the perfect description of Hell was Dante, with his nine circles of Hell. 

In truth, Hell is split into seven kingdoms, each ruled by a king spawned by the very sin they embody. When training to survive Hell, Shadowhunters are taught the names and powers of each king.

First, there was the King of Pride, Lucifer. A name that is tied to the fictional Devil in most minds, Lucifer was his own being of power and corruption. His lands were filled with those punished by their pride, unable to escape the tortures of their king.

Next came the King of Greed, Mammon. His days were spent burying his citizens in piles of their own wants and desires, never giving them a chance to breathe. 

The King of Lust is one most Shadowhunters know well⎯Asmodeus. A demon filled with desires that spends his free time away from punishing sinners by trapping undead souls in unbreakable deals and bargains. The only way to escape him is abstinence, but who in their right mind would do that?

Leviathan, or the King of Envy, was lesser-known among most. He was also the least-scornful king in the entirety of Hell. He punished his people through visions⎯showing them things that others have and never once letting them get their hands on it. 

Then there was the King of Gluttony, Beelzebub, who ruled over a land of starvation and famine. Those who spent their life eating more than they needed to were left begging for scraps from their king, who never once gave in.

The King of Wrath is another well-known name among mundanes. Satan, or Amon, dealt with his people in the harshest ways known to man and demon. He was known to be the worst ruler, the souls sent his way screaming in agony for the rest of eternity.

Finally, there was the King of Sloth, Belphegor. Much like Leviathan, Belphegor punished his people in a calmer way than his brothers. He never once let them sleep, always keeping them active and giving them only a couple of minutes for relaxation before pushing them once more.

Like the world above, Hell was a well-managed land . . . until now.

"Asmodeus!" The doors to the palace of lust burst open, revealing a vengeful Amon. His vibrant eyes were nearly filled with flames as he marched down the velvet carpet toward his brother, who lounged lazily on his throne. "What have you done with my citizen?"

Asmodeus's lips curled into a sultry smile. "Why, brother, I have no clue what you're talkin about. I haven't been in your kingdom since last month."

Amon's fingers began to smoke as his rage grew. "That's a fucking lie, and you know it!" He crept closer, darkness drawing in from the corners of the room. "I went to check on him to see how the new torture method was working, and all I found in his place was this!"

Between his two fingers was a slip of paper. Written carefully in pink glitter pen was Asmodeus' name, tiny cartoon hearts surrounding it. Asmodeus took the paper with a smirk, allowing it to burst into flame between his fingers.

"Ah, yes. That." He waved away the ash with a lazy hand. "You see, my brother, I took him. He is very . . . useful, for what I have planned."

The King of Wrath glared at his brother for a moment before it hit. His eyes cleared, and he gave a sharp laugh. "By Hell, Asmodeus. You aren't still after that stupid Shadowhunter, are you?" He chuckled at his brother's annoyance. "She slipped out of your slimy fingers. Her deal is done with. It's not my fault you couldn't keep that bitch on a leash."

Calmly, despite the fire in his own eyes, Asmodeus stood and crossed his arms behind his back. "Ah, but that's where you're wrong. Yes, she managed to find a way out of the deal, but I have a way of bringing her back. All I need is some time and a little help from your favorite prisoner." Dark eyes met those of amber. "Understand?"

Wrath rolled his eyes. Whatever plan his brother had would fail. He knew it to be sure. For he had met the very Shadowhunter he was currently chasing, and there was no way in the Seven Kingdoms of Hell that Asmodeus could trap her again. He hated to admit it, but she was more powerful than his dearest brother. He wasn't sure any of the kings could get her now.

"You may try, Asmodeus, but you will fail." With those words hanging in the air, Amon turned and stormed out of the palace, slamming the doors behind him.

Asmodeus sighed heavily and fell back into his chair, his rage coming down to a simmer. From the shadows, a man crept forward, his green eyes filled with his own assortment of rage. His blond hair was matted and blood-stained, arms covered in large scars from years of torture. But he smiled cruelly upon reaching the throne, his soul wreathing like shadows.

"So . . . it's true what they've been saying. You need my help catching that monstrous girl." His voice was thick with an accent, hoarse from years of screaming. "Why wait so long to come to me?"

Asmodeus looked him dead in the eye. "Because, Viktor, I needed to wait for the perfect moment." His lips tugged into a cruel smirk. "And now that she's finally found something of interest, I'd say that time has come. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes." He turned his eyes to the ceiling. "You can never run. For I will always find you, Anastasia."

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The Seelie Court was dying. That much they knew. 

From his place in one of the many alcoves along the vaulted ceiling of the palace, Ciro could see everything. The warlock-made glass walls allowed for a perfect view of the Gardens of Moore, a gift to the first Seelie Queen eons ago. While they were usually filled with vibrance and life, the plants were turning a sickly yellow color, their pollen a deep poisonous brown that crippled the leaves and petals. What roots he could see sticking up were black and cracking, much like the trees lining the pathway to the castle doors.

Since his conversation with Magnus and Anastasia, he'd taken a closer look at what was happening to his court. The trees were dying, plants, too; the water was running red and there was a tilt to nature that sent a chill up his spine. Insects had stopped buzzing, birds had stopped singing, and all the fauna in the woods had vanished. Something was incredibly, deeply wrong and it all centered around the Queen.

Amara sat stern and proud on her throne of woven branches and leaves, her crown glinting in the fading ember light. At her sides were members of her guard, Malyen being her right-hand male. Today, the Queen herself would be holding a meeting with some unknown Downworlder. A meeting that normally would not include all ten of her best guards, each equipped with their own individually-made Valerian weapons. Malyen's was strapped to his back, resting just above the base of his twitching lion's tail (a sign that he was nervous). 

Golden cat eyes met forest irises, a discrete wink being shared. Malyen would gather intel from the ground floor, Ciro observing body language from the rafters. Despite the restlessness of his wings and the cramped space, Ciro continued to wait⎯it'd already been an hour, what was a couple more?

Ciro thought back to his conversation with Magnus and Anastasia⎯the way the halfling had looked so concerned for his court despite fighting against half of it during the Wars and despising the queen. It made sense⎯she was part Seelie and part Angel. Half of her was connected to the Seelie Court even if she wasn't born there. All fae were. 

However, for someone who'd spent most of her time despising the Queen, she was certainly ready to risk her newfound peace for the Queen's people. It was odd to Ciro to see a Shadowhunter of such high standing fight for people considered lesser-than. And what made it even weirder was that the High Warlock of Brooklyn was aiding her with this all. They were both concerned. Should that make him even more concerned?

Click . . . click . . . click . . .

Darkness took over the room, spreading from the entryway and climbing up the walls until everything was diluted. Ciro's ears clouded over as silence took over, a vacuum of power pulling all attention to the doors. 

Shadowed by their own darkness, a man made his way forward, his steel-ended cane clicking with each step. Ciro felt the tension rise within the room like a tidal wave, all eyes observing. All bodies ready, waiting to act if need be. The only one who seemed calm was the Queen herself, who had a smile on her face that made his blood run cold.

"You took your time, it seems, Beelzebub." The Queen's voice echoed through the emptiness. The smooth and dangerous tone she used made Ciro glance at Malyen in worry. The last thing he wanted was for his friend to be put through literal Hell. And with a Prince of Hell just feet from him, Ciro was on edge. "Too busy starving your subjects to remember our meeting?"

The prince chuckled, dark and full of malice. "Now mind your tone, Highness. You are in no position to be making such comments when I could have your subjects starving alongside mine with just the snap of my fingers." His voice was chilling, spreading ice through the room. "You called for this meeting. Why?"

Amara huffed a breath, hiding her fear behind a facade of collected calm. "Actually, I called for a meeting with your brother . . . but it appears Asmodeus has other things he must attend to. Can I trust that this will get to him and his . . . cohort."

Cohort? Ciro knew of all Seven Princes of Hell⎯the brothers who controlled the one place no Downworlder ever wanted to end up. But never in the three-hundred or so years of his life had Ciro heard of the Princes having cohorts. Lovers and prostitutes and all sorts of succubae or incubi to keep them pleasured throughout the millennia. But never cohorts. And never Asmodeus.

Beelzebub rolled his yellow eyes. "I can assure you, Amara, that Asmodeus and Viktor will be informed of everything said in this meeting." He waved his hand, a chair appearing behind him. Still shrouded in darkness, the Prince of Gluttony sat. "So . . . the plan?"

Amara's smile turned into a cruel smirk. "It's already begun. I've been working with her on control every two days, bringing her to the court so she can see what's happening. Curiosity is a killer for Shadowhunters, especially a bitch like her." 

Ciro frowned. Was the Queen purposely poisoning her land? Was this something to lure Anastasia in? Something to lure all Shadowhunters in? He knew that the Wars had left the Queen with less power than she'd originally had before, but she still had quite the amount of land and power. Plus, if Ciro were looking at this through proper eyes, the Queen deserved her loss of power for siding with Valentine. They weren't ever going to help the Seelies. He knew that, the others knew it, and he was sure the Queen knew that, too. 

So was this to get back at the Shadowhunters? For protecting her people from getting controlled by an insane man with a thirst for power? If so, Ciro needed to let them know immediately.

"And how much control has she gained over her power?" the Prince asked. "The stronger she is, the harder it'll be to control her."

"I'm well aware of that." A dark glint passed over her eyes. "She has a fair amount of control. But for someone who's been a halfling for a month, with a power as strong as hers, it'll take years for total control. We have time."

Beelzebub leaned back in his chair. The darkness around him cleared for a moment, allowing for Ciro to see what he truly looked like. Bulging muscles rippled beneath green-toned skin, red veins roping around his built body. His eyes were pools of yellow, horns curling from his blood-red hair and skeletal wings sprouting from his back. His talons glinted in the light, curling around the arms of his chair. The sight alone made Ciro gulp.

"How much time? The signs are already sprouting. Those pests know something is happening within my domain." He grunted. "If they catch on to what we have planned . . . you'll lose more than a couple acres of land and a few wells of power, Highness."

Amara's teeth sharpened with her scowl. "As if your involvement won't damn you as much as the rest of us." The Prince straightened. "Viktor and Asmodeus have promised a better world with those fucking bastards wiped out. The way to do so is by eliminating Anastasia Petrova Fallon. First we rid of her, then the others will follow. I just need to make sure your side will keep to the agreement."

The darkness grew thicker for a moment, anger seeping through. Then, Beelzebub laughed, and withdrew all of it. The light returned, brilliant and bold. "I see the fire they spoke of, Amara. We will keep to our side. Just continue drawing that halfling in. Poison her magic if you must. Put an end to her, and we will do the rest."

With a whisper, the Prince was gone. Ciro met eyes with Malyen, both stiff as boards. 

This was bigger than they thought.

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"This is why I do the talking in these meetings!"

A glass shattered inches from Alec's face, the Lightwood ducking just in time to avoid the shards. Jace hid on the other side of the doorway, his face turned away from the projectiles. He was already scraped up from the first glass vase sent his way, cuts lining his cheek and neck. Alec wasn't all that well either, with a gash lining his forehead. Magnus was going to be pissed when he discovered what happened.

An angry Aurae stood in what was once the meeting room, her eyes aflame as she hurled what she could at the two. The other Downworlders had vanished the moment the nymph stood, not wishing to end up injured or dead. Sadly, neither Shadowhunter could leave until Magnus showed up. Leaving them trapped with the nymph that Jace pissed off.

"Shut up and help me block the door before she screws up my hair!" Alec shot him an incredulous look. "I tried really hard this morning to get it to look like this!"

Alec rolled his eyes and scanned the room, spotting the blown-off door just a few feet from his spot. He glanced into the room, noting that the aurae was distracted by finding more things to throw at them. "Cover me."

Jace pulled his seraph blade out, the weapon glowing as he put himself in direct harm. If he could block the attacks long enough for Alec to get the door, they could lock the nymph in the room until Alec's husband arrived to either take them back to the Institute or calm the spirit down. 

"How did a meeting about demonic signs turn into this?" Jace shouted over the wind, slicing a book in half as Alec ran for the door. "What could I have possibly said to piss her off?"

Alec shot his parabatai a look. "I don't know. Maybe it was how you insinuated that she and her sisters were the ones releasing the demons? Or maybe it was when you walked right through her at the beginning of the meeting." He picked the door up with a grunt. "No, I've got it. Maybe, just maybe, it was because you hooked up with her and her sister and forgot about it!"

The meeting had been going so well. Alec had shown each representative of the Downworlder species the signs he and Jace had spotted the day before. Each representative had been tasked with informing them of any demonic signs they'd spotted, the group compiling a list in hopes of finding the breach. However, Jace just had to open his mouth, enraging the wind spirit and causing chaos. 

Of course, Alec didn't blame his brother too much. It wasn't his fault entirely. How was Jace to remember the many women he'd slept with before Clary came along? Alec should have mediated the situation before it got to that point, but he hadn't. He'd been too distracted by what Simon was telling him, not noting the angry look in Samantha's eyes. 

The two slammed the door into place right as a sword went flying their way. The blade pierced the wood, stopping a centimeter from Alec's nose. Jace quickly pulled his stele from his pocket and drew the correct rune, sticking the door in place. It was only when the door was steady that they both relaxed.

"I'm sorry about that, okay? But let's go over what information we have now while we wait. Maybe we can figure out a pattern and find the breach ourselves?" Jace said, searching through the debris for the papers from the meeting. "It's the least we can do to ease the girls."

Alec sighed. "Yeah. We still have twenty minutes until Magnus is due to get us." They sat on a clean part of the ground and spread out the papers. "These sightings have really taken a toll on them. Especially Ana and Clary."

With Clary, it was obvious why this was causing stress. The last time signs like these had appeared, both her father and brother had been trying to kill her and her family. This had to be bringing up all sorts of buried trauma.

But with Ana? Alec had been worried about her since her return from Prythian. She hadn't told them everything, that much was true, but what he'd gathered made him worry. She'd been trapped again⎯forced to relive all her trauma in such a short amount of time. She'd died for a moment to save an entire world that didn't even know of her until a couple months ago. 

Alec remembered when he first met Ana. None of them could remember just how old she'd been, but they could all remember the fear. Her eyes had been pools of ice, body closing in on itself whenever someone stepped in her room. She wouldn't talk no matter who spoke to her, and she barely ate. Skin and bones, covered in burns and scars and fresh wounds. Bruised and branded and terrified.

Within the month of returning (with two weeks of that being in Velaris with Rhysand), she had regressed back into that scared girl. She was eating less, spending nights working instead of sleeping, and constantly experiencing terrors. And her magic had been acting out, as though it were protecting her from something that no one could see. It worried him deeply. Not only was she his sister's parabatai, but she was also his family. And it pained him seeing her like that.

"Should we . . . you know?" Jace's voice was tentative. "Should we reach out to that Rhysand fellow? He seems to care for her a lot . . . maybe he knows something?"

Alec shook his head. "You know Ana. She hasn't told him anything, just like she hasn't told us anything. He'll be just as clueless . . . but maybe she'd be better if he visited? I don't know."

Jace shuffled through some of the papers. They were covered in maps and symbols, showing the different signs spotted in different areas. Cattle mutilations in rural New York, electrical storms in Manhattan and the Bronx, and crop failures in surrounding states. 

Alec pulled the maps closer, running his fingers over the markings left from the meeting. Magnus and the Clave had gotten word out to all Downworlders in the surrounding states, asking for information on any demonic uprisings in the area. While only a few members could join the meeting, the maps were left by all those who could. 

He followed the flow of the signs⎯smaller omens seen farther from New York, but the closer the lines got, the larger they were. More cows dying, more crops drying out, and more electrical storms terrorizing citizens. And most of the activity was circling around . . .

"It's all headed our way." Jace looked up from his own separate papers, frowning. Alec turned the maps around for him to see, the Herrondale's eyes going wide. "All omens are getting stronger the closer they get to the Institute."

"You don't think it's happening again, right?" It couldn't be. They'd finished it all during the second war. If the demons were rising again, it had to be for a completely different reason than either Morganstern had. Something more diabolical or twisted or powerful. Something that would piss off the Shadowhunters for sure. "I don't get it. Even during the first wars, omens like these didn't pop up unless a large group of demons was gathering. And even then, all we got were electrical storms every once in a while." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Stuff like this . . . what could we be dealing with?"

Alec dragged his hands down his face in frustration. He should've known peace wouldn't last in this world. The same shit happened when they ended the first war. Who was he to believe they could get away with world peace after the second war?

"I don't know, Jace." The spirit had calmed down or vanished. He didn't know. The noise had stopped, so they were alone. "Signs like these point toward powerful demons. Succubae, incubi, high-level demons. Maybe even the Princes of Hell themselves. I hope that's not it, but who knows?"

Jace swallowed thickly. "If it's the Princes⎯"

"We have a problem!" Both men jumped to their feet at Magnus' arrival. The warlock's eyes were wide with panic, his hair a mess. "It's Ana."

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One hour ago . . .

Anastasia Petrova Fallon was tired. She'd been awake for thirty-nine hours, unable to sleep without that voice haunting her. Each time she closed her eyes, she was back in that lab, back Under the Mountain, back with her past mistakes. She thought letting go of the guilt when she transformed would rid her of these nightmares, but she was wrong. 

Finally, after nearly passing out during training with Izzy and Clary, the two sent the blonde back to her room with orders to sleep. To ensure that she would do so, both girls were sitting outside her room, playing a multitude of card games to keep themselves occupied until the boys return. Ana thought it was stupid of them to monitor her, but they insisted, so she changed into pajamas and tried to sleep.

Little did she know that her nightmares were about to come alive.

From their spot outside of Ana's room, Izzy and Clary were in a heated argument over who had won their game of Uno. 

"You cheated!" Izzy exclaimed, pointing to the pile of cards on the ground between them. It was a little scattered due to them both throwing their cards down. Izzy had one card remaining in her hand, Clary's empty. "You played two cards at the same time!"

Clary gaped at her. "That's bullshit! I didn't do that! You're just a sore loser 'cause Ana isn't on your team!"

Izzy placed a hand on her chest and gasped. "You did not just say that!" She pointed at the redhead with a playful glare. "If Ana wasn't asleep in her room, I'd beat your ass right here, right now!"

Clary just laughed and shook her head. "Maybe we should move on to a different game. One less violent."

"Maybe . . ."

Meanwhile, in the darkness of Anastasia's room, a figure crept from the shadows. Its eyes seemed to glow in the night, strands of tangled, greasy hair framing its pale face. A sinister grin painted its chapped lips as it reached toward the sleeping woman, a strange power pulsating from its fingertips as it ran them across her forehead. 

The second its fingers met her skin, Ana's eyes shot open⎯glowing pools of pure gold lighting up the room. Her power lashed out, tendrils wrapping around the figure but unable to cause harm. It smirked as the demonic power of Asmodeus fought against her, pinning her to the bed and trapping her. No matter how much her power struggled, it could not win this battle.

Viktor chuckled, running his hand down her face to cup her cheek. "Ah, little Anastasia. Thought that by freeing your inner beast, you'd be safe from me. How unfortunately naive of you, really. Years spent with me should've taught you that nothing keeps me from what's mine."

A whimper passed through her lips as her power still fought his, causing chaos in her body. She twitched in bed, groaning.

"Now now, it's not that bad. You've been through worse, I know." Viktor curled his fingers through her hair. "Just let it happen, dear. There's no point in fighting."

Outside, the sudden flash of light had grabbed the attention of the fighting girls. Izzy's parabatia rune pulsed violently against her back, knocking the air from her lungs and bringing her to her knees. Clary's eyes widened. 

"Izzy!" Kneeling down, the redhead's hands hovered above the girl. "What's going on?"

Izzy gasped for breath. "It's Ana . . . she's . . . she's in danger!"

Clary was on her feet, ripping the door open with so much force, it nearly flew off the hinges. What she saw caused her voice to catch in her throat. 

Viktor looked up with a malicious smirk. "You're too late, Clarissa Fairchild."

Before she could stop him, Viktor vanished in shadow, leaving a writhing Ana behind. Clary swallowed thickly and rushed to the bed, her heart racing. "Ana! Ana, wake up!"

She reached to shake Ana awake, but the golden power surged forward, knocking Clary back just as Izzy managed to stand up. The shockwave of magic shook the Institute, the Shadowhunters frowning as the building settled. 

"What's going on?" Izzy asked, helping Clary stand while keeping her eyes on her parabatai's glowing body. "What happened?"

Clary didn't know. "A man. He . . . he was standing right above her! He did something. I don't know!"

Magnus, Alec, and Jace rushed into the room at that moment, their eyes wide. Magnus pushed past the two, his hands moving to hover over Ana's shaking body. "This is bad."

"What's happening to her?" Alec asked, running his fingers through his hair.

Magnus shook his head. "That's the issue. I don't know. This magic is . . . it's different. Other-worldly, in a way. My magic isn't working on it."

Another pulse of power ran through the room, shaking the walls and nearly sending the group on their asses. Alec and Jace caught the girls while Magnus stabilized himself on the bed. 

"How do we stop this? It's fucking with her abilities," Jace said, his eyes wide. 

The warlock sighed and shook his head. "I don't know. I wish I did, but I don't. Whatever happened, it trapped her⎯locked her in her state while irritating her abilities enough to set them off."

Izzy looked at her parabatai and friend with a pained frown. If Magnus had no clue what this was, then they needed someone else. An other-worldly problem needed other-worldly solvers, right? 

"Magnus, I need you to open a portal." The warlock in question frowned at her. "I need you to get me to Velaris."

Clary nodded, catching on. "You said the power seemed other-worldly, right?" Magnus hummed. "What if it is?"

"We get to Velaris, find this Rhysand, and maybe he can figure it out." Izzy was pacing now, her worry growing. 

Magnus didn't question them further, moving away from Ana and allowing his power to flow through the room. "Be fast, girls. Whatever has her trapped . . . well, let's just hope we can get this fixed fast."

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Rhysand knew something was wrong even before the portal opened. It was a tug in his gut⎯violent and painful. It nearly sent him to his knees in the middle of training, allowing Cassian to land a blow to his torso that knocked the breath from his lungs.

Back hitting the ground, Rhys winced as another painful pulse wracked through him. Cassian rushed to his side, eyes wide in concern. "I didn't hit you too hard, did I? You alright?"

He shook his head. "Something's wrong."

Cassian frowned, opening his mouth to question him, when a flash of purple light filled the sky. Both fae turned, eyes growing upon seeing two unknown females standing in the middle of a glowing purple . . . something.

"Who are you?" Cassian's sword was drawn in an instant, his wings flared.

The dark-haired female overlooked him, locking eyes with Rhysand. "You're Rhys, right?" He nodded. "It's Ana. She's . . . something's wrong."

Rhys felt his heart stop. Something's wrong with his mate. And if the pain in his gut was anything to go off of, it was bad.

"Bring me to her."

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𝐀 𝐔 𝐓 𝐇 𝐎 𝐑 𝐒   𝐍 𝐎 𝐓 𝐄   !

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This chapter is a little all over the place, but I wanted to show the different moving parts happening outside of Anastasia and Rhysand. I wanted you to see what was going on with Asmodeus and the Seelie Queen and all that, and I hope it left you in suspense. I don't really like how messy my writing is, but it's nearly midnight right now and I don't want to wait anymore with posting this chapter.

The next chapter will include the Inner Circle entering the Shadowhunter world. Be prepared for a lot of confusion and comedy, but also some stress as Rhysand works with the Shadowhunters to wake Ana up from whatever Viktor did to her. I'm really excited to show you guys how I think they would react to a world like ours!

Anyways, shit is hitting the fan.

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~ a.h.