Hi all guys, I bring you a fanfiction of the Persona saga and the trilogy of Shadowhunter Infernal Devices; based on the fanfic of A demon among devils and the King Soul.

I hope you enjoy this fanfic.

London.

England.

1878.

A meeting of the Clave of Council had been held in the Pyxis Chamber at Westminster Abbey to discuss the issue of the threat of Magister Axel Mortmain.

All the shadowhunters of all the Institutes of the world gathered in one of the abandoned halls of the abbey to solve the problem they went through. Among those referred to Tessa Gray and the rest of the news from the Institute of London that are present at that meeting, however, however, there is nothing better than all the members of the Clave.

With all those gathered, Wayland Consul will begin the meeting.

"Inquisitor Whitelaw" spoke the Consul, "the Mortal Sword, please"

Alluded stood up, and from his robe he drew a huge sword. Tessa recognized her instantly: it was the sword of the Codex, the angel Raziel carried the rising of the lake, and the one given him by Jonathan Shadowhunter, the first of them.

"Maellartach," Tessa murmured, giving the sword a name. While Metatron explained to him a Minato that was one of the swords that the angels used, they have an amazing power, impregnated by the Celestial Fire of the Heaven.

When he picked it up, he again felt as if the Consul was enjoying himself.

"It seems he has been studying," he warned. "Which one of you was teaching him? William? James?"

"Tessa learns by herself, sir," Will replied, in a light and cheerful tone, very contrary to the serious atmosphere that reigned in the room. "It is very inquisitive"

"One more reason why I should not be here, neither of us" Tessa did not have to look, she recognized the voice: Benedict Lightwood. "This is the Great Council. We do not bring downworlders to this place, "he added in a tense voice." The Mortal Sword can not be used to make you tell the truth; It is not a shadow hunter. So, what is the Sword for, or both of you here? "

Minato could feel some of his angels and archangels, dismayed and insulted.

"Patience, Benedict," Wayland Consul, held the Sword effortlessly, as if it weighed nothing. His gaze fell on Tessa became more lasting, while in Minato, only the subject of the emotion in his eyes could be read; We keep a reserved and calm face, like ice. "It seems that you, boy, do not feel any fear, right?" The blue haired boy nodded. The Consul laughed. "Brave, very brave, neither of you will get hurt, the Agreements forbid it"

"I'm not a witch," said Tessa. "I do not wear any brand of witch" was a stranger to have to repeat that, but when they had interrogated him before, they have always been members of the Clave, not by the Consul himself. This was a tall, broad-shouldered man who exuded power and authority. Just the kind of power and authority that so badly suited Benedict Lightwood that Charlotte also possessed.

While the boy, he was possibly a sorcerer; he had a mop of blue hair that only covered the left side of his eye and left the right one exposed, gray like Jem's. As for his attire, if it was the strangest thing; He was wearing black long-sleeved trousers and shirt over a white collared shirt with a loose black bow tie and a kind of cylinder with a light blue bar with two buttons, which had a cable that went directly through his shoulder; she could tell that it was connected to the two gray metal covers on her shoulders. She also had a patch in the shape of a black and white hourglass around a red border, and a red band with black letters that read "SEES", Tessa could guess that it must be some secret company or group of some human government . In order to finish, in its waist it took the cover with its pistol kept, doing to disconcert to Tessa. Everything about him was weird.

"Then what are you?" asked Wayland.

"She does not know," the Inquisitor replied dryly. "Neither do the Silent Brothers know, that goes also for the boy"

"Miss Gray will be allowed to sit down," the Consul determined. "And give testimony, although this will only count as half that of a shadow hunter." He turned to the Branwells and Minato. "Meanwhile, Henry, for the time being you are excused from being questioned, Charlotte and the young man have to say everything"

Tessa swallowed her resentment and was a place on the first row of seats, where she joined Henry with the appearance of gray hair. Jessamine was there, in a light brown alpaca dress, with a boring and annoying look, but at the same time curious with the blue haired boy. Tessa sat next to her, with Will and Jem on the other side. This was right by his side, and since the seats were narrow, Tessa could feel the warmth of his shoulder against hers.

At the beginning, the Council proceeded like many other Enclave meetings. They asked Charlotte to tell what she recorded of the night when the Enclave had attacked the base of the De Quincey vampire, and she gave a touch to her followers who are present, while Tessa's brother, Nate, betrayed the La confidence that had deposited in him and in the degree, Axel Mortmain, enter the Institute, where he had murdered two of the servants and the state of kidnapping Tessa. When the girl was called, I realized what you had already said: that we did not know where Nate had met, that they had not known anything about his parents until the Dark Sisters knew each other and that he had always believed that his parents were humans. Then came the turn of the strange boy with blue hair.

"So" the Consul spoke diplomatically." Do you understand the Institute and help the Enclave against the automata, right? "

The boy nodded without hesitation.

"Is it true too?"

He nodded again.

"Let's also see what a mistake is with a spear, using your gun as an invocation method, right?"

Another nod

"Could you tell me what was the identity of the human you summoned?"

Henry raised his hand like a child excited and surprised.

"Yes, Henry"

"Consul Wayland, I know the identity of the individual" he swallowed nervously: "Cu Chulainn"

The mere mention of the Irish hero has attracted all the attention of the children in the Council, except the Enclave, and they have witnessed its appearance, which has been a great shock in their minds.

"Is true?" Inquisitor Whitelaw frowned.

"Of course it is!" Henry said in a surprised voice. "Both I and the others were witnesses! I swear by Raziel!"

A whispered one fluttered through the seats of those present. Consul Wayland reassured them all.

"Very well," Wayland moaned. "Could you please demote that ability"

Minato nodded and pulled out his gun. All the representatives exclaimed when the cannon was stuck in their science, once the blood, a blue crystal came out from behind; then he took the form of a man dressed in a white armor with violet borders and a long cape; with a little blue eyes.

"Cu Chulainn, at your service" the Irish hero bowed.

For a single instant, the entire Council said nothing; neither the Consul, nor the Inquisitor Whitelaw, nor the rest of the new names of the word.

"So you are all the half-angel guardians who protect humans from demons, very interesting"

There was no word.

"Please, talk, I do not bite"

The Consul, trying to recover his sanity, decided to break the silence.

"Mr. C-Cu Chulainn," he stuttered. "E-are you r-real?"

Cu Chulainn balanced Gae Bolg in an extraordinary way, and made a cut on the lectern, making all the Nephilim tense.

"Is that enough proof?"

The Consul and the Inquisitor nodded at the same time.

"W-but, how is it possible that you can be alive?" Henry to the same nervous, but at the same time curious.

"Ah, nephilims, there are many things you are not prepared to know, and it is impolite to treat miss Gray in a hostile manner."

That drew all the attention, including Jem and Will, to Tessa, who had to endure blushing.

"In any case, the Mortal Sword has the right to judge the hidden truths, whether it be a simple sorcerer or any other supernatural being"

All the jaws opened.

"I think it's better to continue with the investigation and stop the xenophobia, understand, guys" the Irish hero vanished like dust.

After spending an hour of silence, Inquisitor Whitelaw decided to take command and return to the main topic, but still trembling.

"He's right, Richard and Elizabeth Gray have been thoroughly investigated," said the Inquisitor. "There is no evidence to suggest that any of them was anything other than human. The young man, the brother, is also human, and it could well be, as Mortmain suggested, that the girl's father was a demon, but, in that case, there remains the question of the non-existence of the witch brand "

"It's very curious everything about you, even that power you have," admitted the Consul, looking at Tessa, then at Minato, who still could not stop being nervous. He concentrated on Tessa again. "You have no idea what your limits are, your structure, have you been tested with something belonging to Mortmain, to see if you could access his memories or thoughts?"

"Yes, I've... tried... with a cane that fell off.

"But?"

Tessa shook her head.

"I could not do it, there was no spark in him, no ... life, nothing I could connect with"

The Consul told him to sit down again. She saw the face of Benedict Lightwood doing it; the lips were pressed together in a thin and furious line. He wondered what he could have said to make him mad.

"And nobody has seen that Mortmain's hair since his ... altercation with miss Gray in the Shrine" the Consul continued while Tessa took a seat and Minato walked towards a pillar, away from the meeting, with all eyes directed at the. He leaned on it and put his hands in his pockets; his face showed indifference.

The Inquisitor flipped through some papers that were stacked on the lectern.

"Their houses have been searched and they have been found totally empty of any belongings, their stores have recorded the same result, even our friends at Scotland Yard have investigated it, that man has disappeared, literally, as our friend William Herondale says"

Will smiled from ear to ear, as if he had been complimented, though Tessa saw the malice beneath that smile, like a light reflected off the edge of the blade.

"My suggestion," said the Consul, "is that Charlotte and Henry Branwell be censored, and that during the next three months the official actions they carry out for the Clave must pass through me to obtain my approval ..."

"My lord Consul ..." A firm and clear voice rose from the crowd. Heads turned, looking; Tessa had the feeling that this, that someone interrupted the Consul, did not happen very often. "If I may speak ..."

The Consul frowned.

"Benedict Lightwood" he replied. "You have already had the opportunity to speak, during the testimonies"

"I have no objection to the testimonies that have been offered," he answered. His aquiline profile was even more acute, under the magic light. "It's your judgment that I question"

The Consul bent over the lectern, but not too much for it to break. He was a robust man, with a thick neck and broad chest, and his large hands seemed capable, separately, of beating Benedict's neck easily. Tessa wished he would. From what she had seen, she did not like him.

"And for what reason, Benedict?"

"I think he has let his long friendship with the Fairchild family blind him to the failures of Charlotte as director of the Institute," Benedict replied, and the room was filled with air. "The mistakes made on the night of July 5 have done more than embarrass the Clave and make us lose the Pyxis, it has severely damaged our relationship with the underground, attacking De Quincey without reason"

"Several complaints have already been received in Compensations," muttered the Consul, "but they will be answered in accordance with the Law. Compensations is not really your problem, Benedict ..."

"And," he continued, raising the tone, "worst of all: he has let a dangerous criminal escape with plans to discredit and destroy the Shadowhunters, and we have no idea where he can be now. the responsibility of finding him on the shoulders on which he should fall, on those who asked for it! "

He raised his voice. In fact, a clamor rose throughout the room; Charlotte looked dismayed; Henry, confused, and Will, furious. The Consul, whose eyes had been darkened alarmingly when Benedict had mentioned the Fairchilds. But all a thundering voice shut them up.

All eyes turned to Minato, who walked slowly, with the Evoker summoning his Persona; who was no more than the most powerful archangel of all the hierarchy of Heaven, the Voice of God: Metatron.

"Neither you nor all of you have the right to judge them! I CAN ONLY DO IT!" Their voice made them tremble before all the members of the Council, who witnessed the appearance of a true angel. "I am Metatron, the Voice of God and your judge in the world of humans!"

The appearance of the most powerful of the archangels silenced them at the time and, for the first time, they feared that their actions would be judged by the scribe of God. Benedict Lightwood felt the gaze of the Angel of Contracts on him; He knew immediately that his soul was at stake.

"You have no right to say that the nephilim Charlotte Branwell has done a bad job!" His voice was like thunder. "My brother Raziel has placed his trust in you so you can protect humans from demons! And so he rewards it in that vulgar way! The Sword has every right to judge the hidden truths, which go to Theresa Gray, be it a nephilim or a witch, all truths must come to light! You should know, nephilim!"

Benedict, pale as a ghost, sat down without saying a word.

"Axel Mortmain has committed a serious crime in the name of Heaven: locking an angel in an artifact is a heresy for me and my father! Theresa Gray, deliver the necklace"

Tessa clung to the mechanical angel; His heart did not stop beating like crazy. He looked at Charlotte, who was nodding and was afraid to do so. The girl nodded and walked shakily towards Metatron. He gave it to him obediently and sat with him in his place; He did not stop shaking like a jelly.

Metatron squeezed the device, where a cutting light illuminated the room with its celestial splendor.

On the floor, the figure of an angel with golden laughter and a Roman garment was revealed. Metatron helped his brother to his feet.

The whole Council fell silent.

"Ithuriel, brother, are you okay?"

"Metatron," said the Ithuriel angel in a weak voice. "Brother, thanks for helping me"

"Ithuriel, brother, I need you to tell me why that human left you in that prison"

"I was imprisoned by the wich John Shade through a spell that allowed my soul to be encased in a mechanical angel-shaped necklace for his wife, but his adopted son, Axel Mortmain, decided to make improvements over the years, and then be delivered to the mother of Theresa Gray, a nephilim who does not remember being a shadow hunter. "

That surprised all the members of the meeting.

"But, why, why did Axel Mormaint decide to do that?"

"And why did Theresa Gray's mother never know she was a shadowhunter?" Minato responded with curiosity.

"Revenge, he did it for revenge," said the angel recovering from a weakened state. "Axel Mortmain did it for the death of his adoptive parents, it was a group of shadowhunters who murdered them for breaking the Law. With an anger inside, he decided to steal the granddaughter of one of the shadowhunters who murdered his parents: Aloysius Starkweather "

The faces of all the shadowhunters froze, pale as ghosts. Charlotte's mouth dropped open, that meant that Tessa ...

"Does that mean that Theresa Gray's mother was a Shadowhunter who was exchanged for a human baby?" Minato crossed his arms, his tone was reserved.

"Exactly. His plan of revenge worked, but he decided to take a new step in his plans: he invoked an Eidolon demon that would take on the appearance of Elizabeth Gay's husband while the real one was at work. Axel Mortmain's ambitions increased, that's why he decided that I was his guardian, to protect her from any harm, I needed her to create a career that could survive shadow hunters, brother Theresa Gray should not fall into the hands by Axel Mortmain "

"Ithuriel, you have my word, as our father's representative, I will make Axel Mortmain severely punished for his heresy and conspiracy" he gestured towards Minato. "The Messiah will help us on our way to find him"

"Messiah?" Ithuriel looked at Minato, who showed no sign of fear; Only a calm and patient face. "That means that you are the representation of salvation."

Minato shrugged.

Ithuriel bowed his head respectfully.

"I leave it to you two." With that, Ithuriel disappeared in a resplendent flash, whose soul is now in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Metatron raised his voice:

"From now on, Axel Mortmain will pay for his crimes of capturing an angel from Heaven; his sentence is death! Not even your Council will have the right to tell us if we should look for them yes or no! I am the Voice of God and a representation of his divine providence on Earth! Axel Mormaint will be hunted from now on, and there will be no objection!" Metatron disappeared like smoke blue.

For a long time, there was no response after another silence, then another.

Consul Wayland decided to break the silence:

"Well, given the information shown to all of us, the search for Axel Mortmain will result." Charlotte and Henry Branwell will be able to gather necessary information about his whereabouts without any interference from the Clave.

There was no word. An order given by an archangel of Heaven is a direct order without hesitation.

"The Inquisitor agrees?"

"Yes," answered Whitelaw with a slight tremor in his voice.

"Benedict, do you want to say something else?"

Benedict remained pale in his seat, shook his head in response.

"Well, to make things easier, new servants will be provided, as is customary." Cyril, the brother of the late servant, Thomas, is coming from Bristol to join the Institute, and the Dublin Institute has dispensed with his second cook. Both are well-trained fighters, to which I should add, Charlotte, that yours should have been. "

"Both Thomas and Agatha were trained," Charlotte commented with numbness in her voice; I could not help but tremble at the revelations that she and the others witnessed. Especially Tessa.

"But there are several of your house that do not" Benedict intervened, still having his face pale. "Not only is Miss Lovelace very late in her training, but also her maid, Sophie, and miss Gray" Benedict decided to use the surname of the late granddaughter of Aloysius Starkweather, nor did she want to disrespect her; since I did not want to suffer an angelic punishment. "Well, since she seems determined to make a new addition to your home, it would not be a bad idea if she and the maid received some basic defense knowledge"

Tessa looked at Jem, surprised.

"It refers to me?"

Jem nodded. His expression was grim.

"I can not, I would cut off my own foot!" exclaimed Tessa.

"If you have to cut someone's foot, cut off Benedict's," Will murmured.

"Nothing will happen to you, Tessa, it's nothing you can not do," Jem began, but the rest of his words were lost under the voice of Benedict.

"In fact," he said, "since you two are very busy investigating the whereabouts of Mortmain, I suggest presenting my children, Gabriel and Gideon, who is returning from Spain today, to be in charge of the training, both are excellent fighters and will do well. certain experience as trainers "

"Father!" protested Gabriel. He seemed horrified; it was evident that Benedict had not talked to him about it before.

"We can train our own servants," Charlotte replied, but the Consul shook his head.

"Benedict Lightwood offers you a generous gift.

Charlotte's face was flushed. After a long moment he inclined his head, accepting the words of the Consul. Tessa felt dizzy. The first for being an experiment of Mortmain, and the second for his training. Of course, one of her favorite heroines had always been Capitola, from the novel The Hidden Hand, who could fight like a man and dress like he was. But that did not mean he wanted to be her.

"Very well," continued the Consul. "This session of the Council is finished, we will meet again, in the same place, in two weeks, you can leave"

Naturally, not everyone left immediately. There was a sudden clamor of voices as people began to get up from the seats and to chat about what happened; the appearance of a blue-haired boy who can invoke the Irish hero of the Ulster Cycle, and also the invocation of one of the most powerful archangels and the release of an angel encased in a necklace; not to mention the revelation that Tessa Gray was actually the great-granddaughter of Aloysius Starkweather, while the other who died for her first marks was a simple mundane. Everything was an unusual meeting.

Charlotte sat very still; Henry, at his side, looking like he was desperately looking for something comforting to tell her, without coming up with anything. His hand was resting on his wife. Will glared at Gabriel Lightwood, who stared coldly in his direction. As for Minato, he was standing on the stand, with his hands in his pocket and with a calm expression, having his headphones in his ears. Most of all the members of the Clave had their eyes on him; since he received the praise of Ithuriel and called him Messiah.

Charlotte walked with her back straight, her cheeks red and looking straight ahead, as if she did not hear the murmurs. Will seemed about to throw himself at the whisperers to administer justice with punches, but Jem had him firmly gripped his parabatai firmly by the jacket. Being Jem, thought Tesa, must have been much like being the owner of a dog of the breed who likes to bite the guests. You had to have a hand constantly on your necklace. Jessamine came back looking bored. What happened at the meeting was something never seen before, but being trained seemed annoying.

When they reached the doors of the Council room, they were almost running. Charlotte stopped for a moment for the rest of the group to reach her. Most of the people were on the left, where Tessa, Jem, and Will had come, but Charlotte went to the right, took several steps down the corridor, turned a corner, and stopped abruptly.

"Charlotte?" Henry, who reached his height, seemed worried. "Dear..."

Without warning, Charlotte kicked her foot back and kicked the wall with all her strength. As this one was made of stone, kick caused some damage; Even so, he let out a low growl.

"Oh, wow," Jessamine exclaimed, as she turned her parasol around.

"If you allow me a suggestion," Will interjected. "Twenty steps back, in the Council room, is Benedict, if you want to go and try to kick him, I would recommend pointing up and a little to the left ..."

"Charlotte." The deep, deep voice was very recognizable.

She turned around, surprised.

It was the Consul and the blue-haired boy. The runes embroidered in silver thread on the sleeves and the hem of her cape gleamed as he approached the small group of the Institute, his eyes fixed on her. With one hand resting on the wall, it did not move.

"Charlotte," Wayland Consul repeated, "you know what your father always said about losing his temper"

"He said that, and he also said that he should have had a child," he replied bitterly. "If it had been like that, if I were a man, would you have treated me like you just did?"

Henry put a hand on his shoulder on his wife's shoulder, muttering something, but she pulled away. His big brown eyes were fixed on the Consul, then on the strange looking boy.

"How can we help young Arisato?"

"Ah, I was going to say," Wayland replied. "He wants to give the pendant to miss Gray"

Minato raised with his left hand, had the mechanical angel; the prison of Ithuriel.

"T-Thank you," said Tessa timidly, politely accepting to return her necklace.

"Young Arisato" commented Wayland like an old man surprised by his grandson. "You have some gifts that surprise us, it's the first time I see Cu Chulainn doing my tricks with Gae Bolg, not counting the appearance of the Angel of Contracts and the release of an angel caught in the pendant of the Miss Gray, you did silence the Council "

Minato shrugged nonchalantly, keeping his face reserved.

Wayland Consul laughed aloud.

"Heavens, young man, if you're a mystery, are you a witch? I'm saying it for your hair"

Minato shook his head.

"It's natural"

"But, are you a witch?"

"No, I'm just human"

That made the Consul and the members of the Institute surprised.

"Really?" said Charlotte.

The boy nodded.

"B-But, no human can have a power like casting spells or manifesting an ancient hero and archangel of Heaven." Will was surprised.

"Also, just by hitting a shot with that gun, can you summon them?" Henry asked with impatience curiosity.

He nodded again.

"I can see?"

Minato handed his Evoker to Henry, who was curious, just as those present were curious; It was not like any other weapon they had seen; It was silver, stamped with the name S.E.E.S, where below the name of the initials of the first letters could be read.

"Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad" read Henry. All eyes turned to Minato. "Is the organization where this was done?"

The boy nodded.

All were left with the mouths up.

"And this blue, on the edges of the handle?" Wayland wanted to know, he was still intrigued by a weapon that only mundanes use, but what he saw was something more advanced.

"It allows to generate an effect to generate the shot, the appearance of a blue smoke" answered without detours.

"As you did with Cu Chulainn and Metatron, right?" Will could not stop being nervous.

Another nod

Wayland examined the weapon.

"But it's very risky for a young man like you to use this, you just need to have the cannon in your hundred, and is that done?"

"You need to accept death," Minato announced, capturing all the attention. "The only way to do it is to accept death in a less scared way, as it represents a reminder of the mortality and destiny of your own life.

All were pale as ghosts. The Consul handed it to him.

"So," Charlotte replied, swallowing. "You just need to accept death as a friend, then you summon?"

Minato nodded.

"You are not afraid?" said Jem.

He shook his head at his response.

"I do not doubt, I accept," Minato said frankly. Surprising even more the nefilims.

Will did not like losing his parabatai's life, the mere thought of accepting Jem's death sent shivers down his spine.

"You're crazy," Jessamine commented, only to receive a shrug.

"There is another thing," commented Tessa. "Metatron told you Messiah ... does that mean you're a kind of savior? How Jesus?"

"Something like that" he said with another indifferent shrug, making everyone in shock. Minato looked at Wayland. "Consul Wayland, were not you going to talk to Charlotte about something important?"

"What?" replied the Consul, then he remembered: "Ah, right, true, thank you, lad, you will see Charlotte, the reason why I appointed you as director of the Institute and the Enclave, not only because I appreciated Granville Fairchild and knew that he wanted that his daughter succeeded him, but because he thought you would do a good job "

"You also named Henry," she said. "And you even told us in doing it that it was because the Enclave would accept a marriage as its leaders, but not a single woman"

Many of his female Minato people agreed with her.

"Well, congratulations, Charlotte, it seems to me that no member of the London Enclave has the feeling that Henry directs them at all"

"That's true" Henry admitted, looking at the ground." Everyone knows I'm pretty useless. All that has happened has been my fault, Consul ... "

"It's not true," Wayland Consul admitted. "It was a combination of general complacency on the part of the Clave, bad luck and bad timing, and some decisions that were not very accurate on your part, Charlotte, yes, I consider you responsible for them ..."

"So you agree with Benedict!" exclaimed Charlotte.

"Benedict Lightwood is a scoundrel and a hypocrite," the Consul acknowledged, annoyed. "Everyone knows it, but with the appearance of Metatron on imposing respect towards you, he thought it was an opportunity to register his children to favor his name in politics, and it is better to calm him down with this montage than to antagonize him more by not making him no case"

"A montage? Is that what you call it?" asked Charlotte bitterly. "You have imposed an impossible task"

"No, I would not say an impossible task," replied the Consul. "We have had enough evidence that Mortmain is a threat to us, he entered the Institute, he killed your servants, he took the Pyxis and he plans to build an army of mechanical monsters to destroy all of us, in short, a man who has to As the leader of the Enclave, Charlotte, stopping him is your obligation, and you have enough time, conceived by the archangel who acts as emissary of God's words, and his summoner, do not you think so, Minato Arisato? " smiled the Consul.

Minato moaned and shook his head.

Everything was going to be a long work in Victorian England.

Good guys, eh finished with the chapter of this story, the next I upload.

In addition, with the appearance of Minato, there is a possibility that there are changes to the plot of the trilogy of the Victorian era.

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