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Angelo POV: Before he met Clary.

I sit in the library, with a history book and Earl Gray tea. The one place where no one dares bother me is the library. I don't know why, but it's just been that way ever since I could one subject I enjoy the most is Shadowhunter history. I get to learn all about famous families and leaders of the Institutes, and all the reasons to why things are the way they are now. What I'm not allowed to learn on my own though, is my own history. I don't know anything about father neither my mother. Okay, I know a little bit, but not enough to satisfy my curiosity.

My Father, Valentine Morgenstern, had 2 children, a girl and a boy. I don't know which is older. He raised the boy alone while the mother took the girl and ran from him. I don't know what reason did she do so. Their children were too young to remember that ever happened and was raised with a single parent, no knowledge that they had a sibling, ever since. My stepbrother was murdered and my Dad before him too, was murdered by someone. He was brought back though, and changed his name, but I don't know what that is either. I just call him Father. Not Dad or Daddy or even Papa, like every other child at my age of 8 does, but Father.

Where did I come from? That's a bigger story that even I don't know fully of. I don't know my mother, but I do know for sure that I have Morgenstern blood. Before Father had passed, I think he had an affair with some woman and once Father was brought back to life, stole me back. I was too young to remember something like that but this is what I've gathered of my existence. My extra angel blood had been placed within my body starting at the age of 1. Father put it in my food so he wouldn't have to inject me. He's nice that way. I haven't grown dependent of angel blood, but taking in a little energizes me a bit more.

Father isn't too strict on training. Well, that would be inaccurate, technically speaking. He has other Shadowhunters to train me and he stops by one in a while to see how I'm doing. Damien is my main teacher but he is almost never around. I supposed he had children too. Not only because of that fact, but because each time Father would hurt me physically or orally in any way, he'd cringe.

"Excuse me, Angelo," comes Damien at the bottom of the library floor. I've lived in this abandoned mansion for years now. It may look old and ready to fall apart on the outside, but this interior is quite grand with marble floors and high ceilings that are supported by greek columns. The exterior of this mansion is just to keep our location a secret. I've never interacted with anyone outside this mansion and Father swore to me that I never would. He was aggressive enough to push me to the ground and force me to promise him that by the name of the angel. I said yes, but not by any angel. He didn't seem to have noticed that and dismissed me that day. I couldn't have cared less what he was going to do.

"Yes, Damien?" I answer walking down the spiral staircase of the library.

"Master Valentine wishes to send you on a mission, again." Why does he sound so hesitant? Not only that, he paused at the end. Something is wrong. He flinches as he stands straight in front of me, like he has broken a rib or two. Maybe he even bruised his spine. I want to inspect it, but once I ask, he won't let me and replies, 'It isn't anything that can harm me.' I obviously don't believe that.

"What kind of mission?" Damien shakes his head unknowingly. The missions Father sends me on are usually very active. I'd have to fight to reach the goal and fight to return as well. That was what has kept me going through training even without a daily scheduled teacher to help me with techniques and skills.

"Where is he?" I ask, placing a book down on the reading table.

"He wants you to meet him at the South Idris tower. However, you are to go alone." Why was he being so formal now? He never was this polite and discrete before.

"Alone?" Father never sent me out alone. I always had an escort. I assume that I've gained his trust now. Maybe he'll let me out on the streets of some places I've heard of in books. I want to try this drink called 'Coke' and eat my first churro. Whatever that is. I wish I could go around there alone, but an 8 year old boy walking along on the streets isn't something you pass as normal. Well, I'm physically an 8 year old but I have the mind of someone much, much older.

"Yes," nods Damien. "I presume you know the way," he concludes, not giving any further information. I'd just have to reach south of Idris which was north of this mansion directly.

"Of course." I fold my collar down properly and pull over a baby blue sweater vest to prepare for the cold. Walking to the South towers would take a while and it's almost sundown. Taking my stele and a spare knife in my pockets, I fix my socks that go a few inches above my ankle and head out of the mansion.

The look on Damien's face earlier was… Unexpected. He never looked so down before. He may have had a scowl 24/7 but today, he was different. The look on his eyes said, 'save me' and much more. I think his kids are worrying about him and that he knows he's been deceiving them for my father. It's a shame, really.

Sometimes, I'm afraid of seeing Father. I can never tell what he's thinking. Is he happy, mad, pissed, or even calm? The way he thinks is all the same though. He can hide his emotions carefully and knows exactly when I plan on countering his objectives. When he hits me, I know it's wrong. To let him get away with something like that is unacceptable. Then again, its like we're living in the 17-18th century where 'minor' issues like physical abuse wasn't an issue. I feel hurt in my heart each time he raises his voice or hurts me with his own hand. It doesn't even surprise me if he won't praise me for something I risk my life for. I do those things because I want to survive. I'll get out of here one day and I'll find my own place to live. Though that's not going to happen in a long shot, I'd have to try. My stepsister lives a life freely and my stepbrother should be happily dead somewhere. If this is what he went through, I would gladly take revenge on Valentine for him.

I want to know what its like to have fun. Apparently, studying is fun. Maybe that's just how I live. Others probably don't. I'll find a way to leave this place. When the time comes and I'm ready to move on with my own life, I'll leave, not a trace left behind.

Third person: Present time

Angelo finished his story with a huff, slumping against his chair like he always did when no one was around. He knew he was free here to do what he wished and something so minor as posture didn't seem to be a big deal around here.

"Oh…" Izzy was the first to make any sounds or movements.

"So we really have the same Dad," hummed Clary in thought.

"You said Damien was with you. What does he look like?" spoke Gent, his knuckles turning white in fists.

"Rarely smiling but happy on the inside, and he's got darkish hair, bright eyes, and some tiny scar on his neck. I don't know what caused it though."

Spadix gasped and exchanged nervous glances with Gent.

"I suppose you two are his children," the 8 year old boy sighed at that. "I'm sorry to tell you such a fact as this." Inside, he really was in pain. "It really wasn't my place to inform you of such circumstances."

The teenagers all exchanged glances, all having the same thought. How does and 8 year old boy know about such formal language? It was Valentine's doing obviously, but who would know if that was his personal preference either?

"I think we need get you settled in properly, then figure out our next move. You're our responsibility now, and I don't care if you say you can take care of yourself, you're still a minor." Izzy pointed strictly at Angelo with a scary look in her eyes.

"Izzy, don't scare him off," a new voice had come from the kitchen and it was a surprise to who it was. Simon Lewis. Barely anyone got the chance to reconcile or be introduced to him but he seemed to fit in perfectly. Clary shot him a grim smile and they both hugged it out.

"So you've got another brother, huh? Hope this one doesn't get possessive over you. Jace is going to go through déjà vu." Everyone laughed except for Angelo. He rarely smiled, trained to hide emotions. That in itself caused his whole personality to change.

Everyone stayed silent in the kitchen, waiting for someone else to speak up.

"Okay, let's take this little guy out shopping," Simon grinned. Izzy has really rubbed off on you Simon, thought Clary deeply.

"Yay!" The female Lightwood started to run towards the boy until Jace stopped her.

"I think," he started. "This is a job for the guys to handle. You girls take care of a room for him, eh?" Spadix, Clary, and Isabelle all exchanged glances. The Lightwood kept protesting, insisting for her fashionista abilities but Clary and Spades voted against it and allowed the boys to handle Angelo. His formal 19th century boy clothes were not working in this century.

"Hey, I'm Simon, Clary's best friend. What's your name?" Simon asked softly. He heard his voice from a mile away and dashed to the Institute at the new sound. It weakened his abilities the closer he got to the Institute but he made it through.

"Angelo Morgenstern," the boy replied.

"You're a Shadowhunter, right?" asked Gent. The young Morgenstern obviously understood Shadow World terms and probably had a larger vocabulary range than he did. There was no reason to treat him any differently than someone of his age.

Angelo nodded in response.

"Great, because that answer is the only answer we need to know what to get you," Jace smirked. The next one to speak up was Adam. (Gent's new boyfriend if you don't recall)

"Black."

As the three girls set to work with preparing a room for Angelo with the supplies they had in the Institute, the 5 boys all set out to Times Square and SOGO down in Causeway Bay of Hong Kong Island. Gent and Adam led the way as they had shopped around the area multiple times whereas everyone else that was with them was new to the area.

"There's a reason why I like intersections," groaned Jace as they walk across the busiest street. Well, it was a weekend and Hong Kong was crowded so… Yeah.

"Argenteus," Angelo pulled at the silver-haired teen's hand. "You went on a date with my sister here." The young boy said it without a doubt. His eyes trailed to the top of the SOGO building. Up at the top was a library and quiet café. It was true and he couldn't deny it.

"Yes, I did. That was quite a while though."

"Jace, you took my sister over there once too." Angelo pointed to a club close by and the golden teen nodded. Both him and his girlfriend's ex exchanged glances and stared down at Angelo who didn't seem to think knowing what happened a while ago was anything out of the ordinary. Tell Clary, their eyes said when they reconnected.

Instead of contacting her immediately, they all went into the building and started making Angelo try out different clothes from all stores that would fit his size. 4 black clothed boys with one high-class looking kid seemed to be very out of place in this area so they received multiple stares. Not many Shadowhunters would go out in daylight to shop and usually stayed home or go visit Idris or their friends so glamours weren't needed. There was enough people to mask their scent too so really, they had no worries of being interrupted.

At the end of the day, when they were ready to leave with 5 bags of boys' clothes per person, someone's phone rang. It was Simon's phone.

"Hello?"

"Simon!" It was Izzy.

"You're going to see her in ten minutes man," Jace groaned. "Could this wait for later? My arms are killing me."

Simon scoffed. "Says the full-time weapons wielding Shadowhunter."

"Get your ass over to the Institute ASAP! Demons managed to get past the wards and Magnus is trying to fix the portal. He just got here by the way. START RUNNING."

The line went dead.

"Well?" Jace cocked his head to the side, body slumped from all the shopping. He knew he was going to have to do this with Clary someday and he couldn't wait for that day to be canceled by demon hunting.

"No," Simon answered Jace's previous questions. Simon gave a brief description for what was happening over at the Institute and no one could believe what they were hearing.

Adam was the first to snap out of his daze.

"START RUNNING BITCHES!"