Prologue

The First Century

It was like opening Pandora's Box, but instead of letting evils out it was sucking evils in.

The man stood his ground with his cane stabbed into the ground holding onto his hat and trying to not be sucked in. The other man didn't seem to be effected by the pull of the Pyxis, a box that led into the Abyss.

"My, my, what's wrong?! You are supposed to be the most powerful Chain in the world and you are barely holding your own! Tell me, can you feel her energy slowly draining away? The weaker she gets the stronger the pull becomes!" The man laughed like a lunatic. Black tattoos were scripted into the man's neck and he could see them on the man's hand as well.

"You are a bastard Mazama." His voice was cold and steely as the pull got stronger.

Mazama laughed once more. "You should have made the contract with me while you had the chance. I told you sooner or later the Shadowhunters would catch up to you and your little Contractor! But no-one-NEVER-listens-to-me!" A strong gale swept over the man and he had to dig the cane deeper into the ground. "Well it's been fun talking to you old pal, but I think it's time for you to go back to the little shit that you came back from! When you see the Core of the Abyss, tell her I say hello."

Then as if on cue black chains came from the Pyxis and grabbed onto him. He did not try to run from them or even fight them. He just looked up with a look of contempt. "I'm sorry, Alice." And then he was gone and the box closed.

The Eighteenth Century

The girl awoke to the sound of her little brother's screams. Ever since they had moved from their home into the Institute her small brother, Jonathon, had been suffering from nightmares. She was always prepared to get up and comfort him.

"Shoo~ it's okay Athon, Lois is here, Lois will take the bad dreams away." She cooed just as her mother had cooed to her when she had bad dreams. Her brother curled up agents her as he always did soon calm and relaxing in his sister's warmth. "Was it that dream again?"

The small boy nodded.

"Don't worry Athon; I won't let a demon hurt you! I will never let a demon hurt you." The small boy looked through his mask of black curly hair at his sister.

"I know…you always protect me." The boy said with a smile.

After singing some songs to him, he had fallen back to sleep and she went to her own room. She left her door a crack open so she could run to her brother easier and then she went back to her own bed and looked up at the ceiling that had paintings of an angel with a sword and a dagger looking down upon her as if he were her protection.

The girl clasped her hands together and then closed her eyes and prayed a prayer.

Dear Lord, let me become the strongest Shadowhunter that ever lived!