The Angel

The war was over, Jace was alive, and Valentine, her father, and the torment he inflicted upon the shadow world was finally gone. She still had flashbacks of the almighty Raziel, at Lake Lyn, rising above them, flashing like lightning in the dead of night, spitting white fire, and striking Valentine down, with immediacy before another poisonous word could be uttered from that leech's mouth.

Sometimes that's how Clary liked to think of him, as poisoned, not his true self, at least she wished it to be. It would make it easier to understand how evil and twisted he could be. Clary let distant thoughts drift back to being exactly what they were, distant, and focused on her training. She was with a new tutor back in New York, whom she rather disliked. She would have much preferred to be training with Jace but he was still in Idris, healing after the battle. It had clearly taken a toll on him, as being re-risen by the angel would be but he was doing well, everyday getting better and closer to returning to the institute.

After her tiresome training session, Clary proceeded to return to her room to shower.

"Well done Clary…" A voice in the shadows whispered.

Clary mistakenly thought she was alone, she quickly whipped her head in the direction of voice but no one was there. She turned and looked in all directions but there was nothing. It was just Clary and the empty halls of the church. She shrugged it off as her merely mishearing something, possibly someone else in another room.

She finally had a chance to shower and clean up before heading out to Taki's to get dinner. She turned on the shower, waiting a few minutes before she reached out to test the water's temperature. The water hit her hand, droplets splashing away at the contact. She wiggled her fingers at it's warmth whilst she slowly stepped fully into the water, letting it engulf her, tipping her head back and allowing her senses to abandon their defences. She had a few minutes of peace before it happened.

"Clary, Clary…"

She immediately became alert, eyes popping open and hands springing up towards her chest in shock that she was not alone. The steam from the shower had blanketed the room, making it impossible to see if anyone was out there. She wiped her hand across the shower's glass, squinting her eyes in hope that it might aid to look beyond the steam. She still saw nothing. Clary turned off the shower and stepped back out, wrapping a towel around her drenched body. Upon inspecting the bathroom no one was there. She checked the door, it was still locked, then how could the voice…? She was at a blank. She unlocked the door and checked the rest of her room, nothing again.

"Who's there?" Clary called out in a weak attempt to calm her nerves.

"I am the Angel, Clary" She knew she didn't mishear it that time. The previously eerie sounding voice now sounded welcoming, as if it were all around her, surrounding her.

"What Angel?" She called back, she couldn't quite believe what was going on, she wouldn't believe herself if she saw it with her own eyes but that was the catch, she couldn't see it. All she knew was that there was this voice calling out to her. Had it chosen her? And if so why her?.

"Why, Clary, Clary, I am your Angel" it whispered, it's voice dripping with honey, lulling her away. It was impossible! Clary's mind whirred, thinking every and any explanation her mind could possibly muster and then it dawned her. Raziel. The incident at the Lake. She stumbled back catching herself on the bed, her hand at her head. The angel Raziel was speaking to her.

This is my first chapter, I have a few more and will be posting them soon. Please let me know what you think or if you think there could be any improvements.

Big thank you to my beta MagnusAtTheDisco! They has been a big help reading over my work and helping me tweak things!