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@unveiling-alec​ a matter of importance

Nashuja’s personal experience with Alexander Lightwood was that he was another drone in the Clave cog. Born to strong stock, he was rather unremarkable to her as he grew up, albeit her visits to the Shadowhunter realms had been twelve years a part each and little boys and girls standing blank faced by their parents had grown into similarly blank faced soldiers doing as they were told.

Then a new Shadowhunter arrived on the scene. Clary Fairchild. My, my, my hadn’t things changed since her arrival.

The Lady’s earrings clinked and shimmered as she walked through the halls and up to the door Alexander Lightwood was behind.

No guards stationed outside his doors... interesting.

She debated walking straight in as she often did with those she deemed beneath her, but logic won out and Nashuja remembered all that relied upon her playing nice with the right people. With a knuckle, she gently knocked. 

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supernaturaldisasterx​:

The brunette squinted her eyes at the warlock’s words, even the demon inside her chuckle at his words. Never foul? Why would she be inside that Nephilim if it wasn’t to steal something from the clave? The demon took a couple of seconds to think the best answer for those words.

“I don’t know what to say, after years fighting them I don’t really know if those words are right” she shrugged as a smile appeared on her lips.

Skylar smiled at her words, that woman could tell Seamus whatever she wanted, she just knew the other warlock didn’t know his daughter much and for sure those words would change nothing, no-one would notice anything. “What were you expecting?

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“I was expecting you to be likeable. All sweet and righteous. Prancing around in dark leather and slick back hair, with little distinction or originality; I expected another drone.” Nashuja replied honestly, eyes fixed on Skylar to judge her reaction to it.

It was no secret even to the Clave that Nashuja was no Baba Agnieszka. Like many other warlocks her patience wore thin with their iron fist of power and control, and their suffocating way of life. True paragons, the downworlders would scoff when the entourage of special glowing sword wielding creatures walked by.

Lilith herself, in all her grand mighty, was seen as lesser by them when truly there had been no one higher.

“So mouthy, you are. Acting like the baddest bitch in the room. Razor blade teeth,” she leaned close, studying the girl’s eyes. “and empty eyes.”

Chuckling to herself, Nashuja pulled back and adjusted her bag on her shoulder.

“It’s been a pleasure, granddaughter. Truly.”

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boomeranghale​:

The Plug [Peter||Nashuja]

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Peter had just had the damage Scott’s baby Hulk had created when the White Fang had been attacked by rogue hunters. Although the community—lovely degenerates, really. Peter could see why Scott and his own ancestors had taken a liking to them—was far more supportive than Peter would’ve ever expected, his wrath had begun to slowly eat at him. That raw thirst for vengeance he’d grown so addicted to after the Hale Fire overwhelmed him once more…

Walking into his office with a growl and shutting the door behind himself, the werewolf tossed the bead he had mounted on a ring onto his desk. “Watching my every move mY ASS,” the werewolf snarled. “Fucking intimidating bluffs!” He had to keep the McCall Pack as away as he could, currently working on opening Stiles’ mind a little more to a place beyond Scott’s black-and-white doctrines. One-by-one. Patience was needed, sure, but he was pissed. It’d been a few weeks after his contact with the warlock and it’d been silence since…. 

Poking the bead, Peter stared at it for a few minutes before sighing loudly and taking a seat on his chair, grabbing his phone and dialing an operator. “Beacon Hills’ Mortuary, please.” Perhaps a dangerous move. “May I speak to Miss Anne?” A risk the angry, egotistical werewolf did not mind taking. He was watching, even if the Authority wasn’t, even if the McCall Pack refused to even glance: Peter Hale was always watching.

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Nashuja herself did not keep eyes on Peter or his club, that was for another lower agents in the town, but word had gotten back to her both via them and town talk that White Fang had been subject to attacks. She had inquired on whether she or any other agents should offer help or intervene, but word came back to sit back and observe: it sounded counterproductive, but attacks from Humans fed their cause, feeding the fire of conflict for the superior species to rise.

Little Joan of Arc moments.

Hunters disgusted her. In her eyes they were Humans thinking themselves some kind of great protectors, when in reality they were some of the cruelest people Nashuja had met; including her demonic ancestors. 

Hearing her colleague shout across that there was someone on the line for her, Nashuja frowned. She didn’t usually front the business, her main role involved the care of the bodies and not their living relatives and friends. Still, she requested to be patched through.

“Miss Young speaking.” Nashuja greeted, but as she did so send a ripple of magic out to test.

Technology rarely liked her form of magic but on this occasion it took to it, and a whisper of Peter Hale echoed back through the waves.

She leaned back in her chair, waiting for his explosion.

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“It’s not” she nodded “You should keep everyone in their place, I don’t think I wanna send those things back to hell” she chuckled softly, that was something the demon wouldn’t have said, but she was Skylar he needed that warlock to believe her, or maybe things would just go extremely bad. she still needed orders from Mara.

Skylar smiled at the woman “I guess somethings had to change for him” she shrugged “But he told me about a brother… and I don’t think he can get totally over it, he is dead, he is not coming back” she said holding a smirk, that wasn’t what Skylar wanted but the demon just wanted some chaos. “Please don’t call me angel, grandma”

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The warlock’s mood further soured at her poor talk of demons.

“Forgive me, child. I’d have to correct you on demons, I can attest they are not a foul as the propaganda tells,” dangerous, volatile, powerful... but never foul. “I myself was delighted to find her here. Which to you may sound somewhat controversial.”

The callous way this one talked of a brother she might once have known and loved intrigued Nashuja; even for a Nephilim this was cold. Her opinion of the Clave and its cultists was that they didn’t value community and each other enough, often caring more for what glory they could achieve through ruining lives and fighting demons. Some Shadowhunters may have tried to deny it, but every one of their motivations was based on power.

Respectable and not a crime. Their crime was being too cowardly to admit such goals.

“I’ll be sure to let Seamus know that, it might fortify him to know his little angel has a more pragmatic approach to their loss than his own.” Nashuja finished, ignoring the request not to use the nickname entirely. It appeared to bother her, so the warlock would use it. “You are not what I expected, I admit.”

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dosesofchaos​:

The Good Apple [Estarossa||Nashuja]

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As much as he hated, the demon loved. Although his love was considered unrthodox at best, it didn’t invalidate it completely—at least, not in Estarossa’s eyes. The warlocks that understood that humans were the lowest of the races were his favorite beings. Beautiful creatures who had evolved away from their handicap that was humanity and accepted their demonic heritage.

Of course, that meant that Lady Nashuja of the Eight was one of his most favorite nieces. He was, however, interested in the company she had been keeping as of late. A warlock of her stature was not to bow before vampires or other parasitic species. Only the Demon Race deserved adoration and fealty. “Lady Nashuja,” he greeted with a large smile, having closed and locked the door behind himself. “Always a pleasure, never as often as I wish,” he noted. “Still caring for the dead, I see.”

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Her patience for the presumptuous Humans was worn thin that day. She prided herself in composure and control over all aspects of her existence, but on that particular day she was tempted to simply let go and explode the next soul who walked through her doors without knocking.

Most likely her boss, or imbecile colleague. Now that would be a treat.

It was only because she didn’t recognise the newcomer that Nashuja didn’t fling her magic in frustration at being interrupted, and the moment her True Name left his lips her mood quietened. 

Curiosity peaked, she branched out her magic to See better, but nothing came back. Demon. Just the pick me up she’d needed for days now.

“Pleasure is all mine, but to whom do I owe it? You demons are marvelous at disguise after all.” She complimented, eyes shining with pride. “Indeed. An honorable craft... and it helps that dead mortals are considerably more tolerable than the living ones.”

And indeed, that included wendigos and werewolves too.

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“Well then that was just a good coincidence, I guess” she said softly tilting her head a little to the side as she kept talking to the warlock in front of her. “At least part of your family has been reunited once again” she said as she faked a smile.

Skylar nodded at his words, it wasn’t as if the demon was enjoying the whole talking to the woman thing, but if she was Skylar’s grandmother she should try to seem interested. “Well I guess we all got here for the same reason” shrugged the shadowhunter. “I didn’t even knew my family wasn’t dead, so… finding Seamus here was something we both got surprised with” said the brunette. “Oh, your mother here too? Well, that is a huge coincidence” she chuckled as she nodded.

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Nashuja mentally repeated to herself that she would try with this one. She wouldn’t simply dismiss it for being a Nephilim. But the urge to get up and leave was growing stronger by the minute; a side effect of dealing with anyone Human or Nephilim really. Part of her family? As if Skylar had earned that yet. The double meaning slipped by the warlock.

“Most of them are, so you weren’t entirely wrong,” She said blankly, then smiled. “well, given my mother is a demon, it’s perhaps not such a happy coincidence for the people of this town.”

In fact, it was likely going to be catastrophic for them. Nashuja was excited to witness it.

“Seamus was so happy to find you alive. He’s had many hardships in life, so it’s good to see one heartbreak undone, little angel.”

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unfxrtunatesoul​:

“See? Some good had to come from it. I’m sure if he survives, in time he’ll appreciate the change. No doubt the police will find a way to make him work to their advantage though. They do so like to have power over superior beings.” She rolled her eyes. While neither wendigo, vampire, or human mattered to her, even she could see that humans were only ever interested in what others could do for them, never the other way around.

She smiled at her daughter, listening intently to her, especially to hear how she felt the carnival served some causes. “And what did you get out of it, aside from a headache and a backlog at work?” She asked, curious. She shrugged, smiling slightly. “We’ve both seen bloodbaths in the past, Nashuja, and this was nothing compared to them. Warlocks were on hand quick enough to help humans escape, if any died or got turned it’s because of their slowness, or a need to play the hero.”

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Nashuja couldn’t fault the police if they tried that with the Stilinski boy, but it would be met with retaliation. Either from his pack, the more likely option, or even herself as she’d found herself to be fond of the Spark.

“As bloody and messy as it all is, the massacre has led to particular opportunities,” The warlock replied, considering her words carefully. “Anything that encourages a divide between the Downworld and the lesser beings works in my favour. Silver linings can be found anywhere with the right mentality.”

War was coming regardless of what had happened at the carnival, it just so happened that those events sped things along. She, and her Authority associates, would have preferred something more controlled however; something they had known was coming. Nashuja’s instincts told her Mara was involved, her mother was brilliant like that, but until the Authority explicitly ordered her to question Mara, Nashuja passed the topic aside.

“Vampires are sure to face backlash, perhaps it would be prudent to visit Olivia again. She’d probably hate me for any warding spells, her customers would drop if I put up something to influence Humans away. Thoughts?”

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boomeranghale​:

Peter smiled when Nashuja so eloquently threatened him and tried to put him in his place. “I love it, the base its the most important part of any structure,” he mused with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The sound of assignments to prove his worth did capture his attention, smiling to himself as he process the warlock’s words. 

“Sure, sure. Perfect,” he dismissed absently, grabbing the bead after Nashuja’s ominous speech. He’d made speeches like those before, and ate his words. So, he now worried about action. “I doubt my pack will ever see things as we do… and, in all honesty, I fear I’ll have to choose between them and… the Authority.” That felt strange in his mouth, then again, it was a very possible near future occurrence. 

Hearing that the bead would activate if he was about to speak of the Authority, Peter furrowed his brow. “How can I even start leaning my Alpha towards our cause then?” he questioned, puzzled. Sure, there were other ways to manipulate things and people into adapting another view of life…  But Peter’s point was he wanted freedom to speak of whatever he wished. A little problem with authority, Talia would’ve argued. Then again, it came with beliving he was and would always be an Alpha, regardless of the color of his eyes

Hearing Nashuja mention Belle, the wolf within bared its teeth although the man on the surface chuckled. “I’m more of an Edgar Allan Poe type of man,” he corrected her, dropping the bead in his chest pocket. “It’s going to be my pleasure working for you,” he noted with a large grin.

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She couldn’t fault him that logic. Without those at the bottom, the support network for more vital operatives wouldn’t be there, and as much as she wouldn’t admit it a loud Peter wasn’t actually the very base. He had something bigger to offer that simply an agent in the field, which placed him above the likes whom only existed to drive agents from place to place, or use up their air miles being sent to give out cards to other prospective members.

Nashuja didn’t doubt he knew that for himself. His little operation was tantalising for the Authority.

“If it comes to that, I hope the decision you make is- if not wise- then worth it,” Nashuja knew of this man’s daughter. The Authority had Malia Tate down as a means of control long before making first contact with Peter, but given Nashuja’s motherly inclinations, just dropping the deputy in the mix for now would do the trick it seemed; judging by the glint in the wolf’s eyes.

“Come now, Mr. Hale. There are ways of swaying your Alpha without revealing us to him. The best persuasions take time and patience. One cannot have a man like Scott McCall had immediately expect him to support Human dethronement; enough here and there influences, soft touches towards reality and not his sunny little bubble, and one day he will be.”

She’d seen people with stronger wills than McCall be convinced after all. 

Nashuja rose from her chair. 

“Indeed, Mr. Hale. Do remember this is not all one sided: for as many things I ask of you, you can ask us for help in return. These are difficult times, and worse is no doubt yet to come; notify me any time, day or night, with that bead if you need aid.”

She offered her hand for him to shake, her eyes lighting up blue with magic and her scales darkening. Here it was, make or break, if Peter turned back now then she’d have plenty of fun wiping his mind.

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Peter smiled when his status as Born werewolf was acknowledged, a nod of the head as she finished her words in silent agreement. It wasn’t often that those around him appreciated the beauty of it, especially when they usually looked down upon themselves for turning into what others had been born as. At the very least, he could find peace in the fact that Scott had accepted and passed on the beliefs that the Bite was a Gift. Because it was—one that some didn’t deserved. 

He didn’t think it’d be so easy, just accepting the offer to join—her cult—the so-called Authority, and he was in? With that entrance exam, they would get nowhere. Their goal alone made it impossible for them to win. One thing Peter knew better than anything was to always choose the winning side… And sadly for everyone, Peter had experienced that the winner would always be his Alpha. And, oh boy, was he going to get his panties in a bunch when he heard this crazy shit…. Then again, the best part about gambling was weighing out the chances before betting. Not to mention, he was nice now, wasn’t he? The nice thing to do was to give them a chance.

“We don’t talk about Fight Club?” Peter said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. For powerful, ancient beings, that seemed a bit cliched. “I would need the rule book asap,” he pointed out since her words made it seem like there would be more waiting to do. “I tend to have an issue staying still and Trouble likes to form itself around me. Don’t want to rip someone apart with my teeth to find out they were my ally.” 

His quips were silenced when she pulled out what he could only label a tracking device. “Wait… Are you going to be watching and listening to me all the time? Because I like to fuck, and I’ll be charging for the show. As any master of any art form should,” he added with a wink. She already hated him—it poured out of her, behind the smile, in her gaze… Why not make it worst? It was almost a defensive mechanism… Or maybe cruelty, taking pleasure in upsetting those around him. Either way, he knew the dangerous game he played, but they had been the ones to come to him. Peter would not be treated like a dog. Her warnings were probably standard, genetic warnings given to all recruits… Sadly, Peter couldn’t look at them any way but personal and one thought overtook all else: challenge accepted. Even if just for the sake of being a little shit.

As his Authority’s liaison continued to inform him on the creepo device, Peter began weighting out his options before his thoughts were violently derailed when Nashuja mentioned Banshees. “There aren’t, no.” And Peter wasn’t exactly lying—Lydia Martin might’ve been in town, but legally she did not live there anymore. “You’re putting me on probation pretty much?” he summarized.

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Nashuja made an unconvinced hum.

“As you so aptly put; you cannot discuss our group with others who’ve not also been briefed. Rest assured, Mr. Hale, it is not so simple to be fully accepted into our arms. There is a probationary period, and you’d have to be an idiot to think we accept just anyone into our ranks,

 You were chosen, Peter. Your Pack too, but you in particular caught our collective eye. That means a lot, however, as much as that places you above many in this town you are the very base of the barrel within the Authority.”

The warlock considered the possibility of Peter killing another underling, and wrinkled her nose.

 “At your level the integrity of secrecy overrules any collateral damage your penchant for trouble and violence might cause. Don’t expect a list of local agents. As far as you are concerned, you and I are the only ones on the planet. Knowing even the faces of others is- as you must understand- not a privilege you’ve yet earned. Any correspondence goes through me first, and fear not you will be receiving assignments to prove your worthiness in due time.”

Merely the thought of knowing anything about the man’s love life made Nashuja want to seek out the nearest bucket to puke in. 

“The bead notes only if you are about to tattle. That silver tongue of yours ought to keep itself to wooing the deputy, and you can rest assure we won’t be listening in on any success you might have with her.” Nashuja smirked. “I do look forward to seeing how your little Shakespearean play pans out.”

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Ryn looked down at the telephone number, nodding, before she pulled her phone out of her pocket, keying in the number, then calling it, so that the other could have her number to. It’d been something she’d learnt from watching Jerry, though she was reminded of the times that she was assured that he wasn’t the best role model to copy.

“There. You have my number too.” She said, satisfied. “I will talk to Ben. See if he will come see you for help. Thank you for the offer. Is very kind.”

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Nashuja watched the mermaid call the number, so knew not to answer, and instead logged the number as a new contact.

Ryn. Magnificent Ryn.

“Thank you,” She smiled, putting her phone back away once she’d saved. Sensing their conversation was coming to an end, Nashuja reached out to take hold of both Ryn’s hands, and look the mermaid in the eye. “You are most welcome. It truly was a pleasure meeting you, Ryn. I’m looking forward to hearing from you, and perhaps your gentleman Ben too.”

Any of the elderly warlocks who happened to predate the Nephilim bowing was practically unheard of, and if they did it usually was nothing more than an incline of their chin. But on this rare occasion, Nashuja lowered herself into a curtsy, eyes downcast in deep respect.

A queen of mermaids deserved it, after all. 

“Until we meet again.”

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Olivia held back a chuckle effortlessly, pursing her lips. “I’m not rewarding that one.”

Considering the details about the state of the nemeton, the vampire assumed the warlock wouldn’t be happy. Nashuja cared about those things, and not simply because they were a source of magical power. She didn’t ask any further questions though, so Olivia allowed the conversation to move past the topic. It was for the better, she didn’t want their reunion to be soured by such trivial matters.

The vampire arched an eyebrow. “First I’m hearing of this,” she said playfully, leaning forward towards the warlock. The corners of her mouth lifted up slightly. “Any chance you’d be available for a private show later in the evening?”

After almost two hundred years of their dance, anyone would have assumed someone like Olivia would have already gotten bored. That was the case with all her other lovers, most of the time the vampire not even bothering to learn their names. After she was reborn, freed of the shackles of mortality and of the pathetic sack of excrement she’d been married to, Olivia had no shame in exploring her desires. And in the Shadow World, it wasn’t difficult to do that.

But attempting to compare anyone else to Nashuja, to even think anyone else had a chance to compare to her; it was simply absurd. It was not only her power, or her beauty, both unmatched by anyone Olivia had ever met. It was her intelligence, her passion, her mere presence. Whether they agreed or not, the vampire could at least respect Nashuja’s dedication and ambition. She admired the esteem the simple mention of her name demanded, the way the warlock carried herself like a goddess blessing the mortal world with just her existence.

No matter how turbulent their relationship could be, Olivia wasn’t stupid; she wouldn’t pass up having a strong alliance with one of the Eight. The rest…well, those were bonuses.

The bartender placed the drinks the vampire ordered in front of them, Olivia passing the alcohol to Nashuja and keeping the Ambrosia shots for herself. “There is another option.” Olivia took one of her shots, smiling afterwards. “Prey.” She winked at Nashuja, observing the crowd on the dance floor as the warlock explained why she was in town.

Olivia rolled her eyes, looking at Nashuja again. “If you start talking about the stars and the pull of fate, I’m going to walk away.”

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Nashuja eagerly accepted her drink, and smirked at her on/off lover over the rim.

“A private show just for you? We might be able to arrange that,” it really had been a few centuries since Nashuja could say she’d done any performances, that had been a somewhat short lived angle on extending her will to live. 

Prey? How delightful, Nashuja thought. She would have liked to watch Olivia hunt down pathetic little Humans and watch them suffer under those strong, gorgeous hands... But she was becoming distracted.

“No, my dear I’ve learned my lesson from the last few thousand times you’ve stormed off at the notion,

 with how small the world has become now with the mundane technologies, and added to that the Unveiling, it seems nigh impossible to avoid anyone anymore. Destiny? I do believe it exists, that’ll never change, but even a country this big has become remarkable small seeming.”

She took a long sip from her drink, treasuring the taste, and sighed. 

“It’s always odd feeling oneself changing from one interest to another. A few years ago you’d never believe it, but I actually considered learning a trade,” Nashuja wrinkled her nose. “these hands just aren’t made for that. Am I being nostalgic, becoming a mortician? Eugh, I couldn’t believe the chemicals these people use on their dead... At least here you get to govern yourself, I’m not used to being someone else’s underling.”

Let alone a Human’s employee. If she didn’t need the cover so badly, she’d have subjected the fool who owned the mortuary to all manner of fun tricks before ending him herself.

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At Nashuja’s compliments, the vampire smiled. He had not always been studious, but he had always been curious—even as a human. And yet, his human life had been wasted waging war… If he had known half of what he knew then, if ancient Rome had known… Perhaps, the world would’ve turned out quite different. “I do my best.”

Listening as Nashuja shared her some of her department’s findings, the vampire furrowed his brow. Demonic blood explained their feral state, but how the liquid metal fit into place eluded the vampire completely. “That’s odd… Neither of the species should’ve been affected by the mercury.. Unless it’s being used to mix the blood—” Joshua broke off into a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. “No…” he discarded his own hypothesis. 

Pulled from thought when Nashuja offered him a paper, Joshua smiled awkwardly. He didn’t want to be rude, but he was also extremely unsocial. Adding to it that his views on Life and Death were much different than what was accepted by the majority of beings, a funeral for any species was not an event the former centurion would find himself at. “Thank you… I’ll see if Olivia will accompany me,” he still promised cordially. Although when the warlock mentioned mercury being tied to magic, his attention went back to the mystery at hand. “Magic… That opens the door to a broader field of questions,” he sighed, slipping the piece of paper she gave him into his chest pocket before returning to the remains.

“I currently have a live subject—-vampire,” Joshua corrected himself, knowing he could sometimes get too detach from situations that should give him some sort of emotion. In reality, he should’ve been ashamed of how much he was enjoying the puzzle before him. “I originally believed their erratic behavior was due to the synthetic human flesh and blood substitutes, but even after being fed true human blood, their behavior remained as erratic…. In fact, when the blood bag was done, it threw a violent tantrum,” Joshua shared with the warlock. “… It’s wrong to feed the sub—vampire mercury to find out if their… more docile nature was caused by the consumption of the metal, right?” he asked innocently, although he was sure she was going to pull his ear.

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Joshua’s obvious reluctance to attend the ceremony did not go unnoticed, but despite disapproving Nashuja wasn’t about to call him out on it. Not everyone had the same respect for the dead and passing over as she did, nor the same deep belief, and knowing what she did about the boy’s history the warlock considered it understandable.

Nashuja brushed it off, and gathered together all the reports she’d been able to gather from the hospital. It wasn’t typical information given to a funeral home, but no one else seemed to care about the wendigos, and the Human workers seemed eager to relieve themselves of any responsibility on the topic.

“You know where to find me if you have any specific questions concerning magic’s involvement. I’ll do my best to answer them, and anything I don’t know I’m sure there’s someone within my contacts who will,” She knew that a certain Magnus Bane had likely heard by now given news spread that his silly Shadowhunter husband had been at the carnival the night of. “I’d ask that it isn’t during my work hours though. Many bodies to embalm, many sobbing families to consult on parting wishes. You know how funerals are.”

She cared for the dead, not the mourning living who remained.

Her eyes narrowed when he mentioned a live sample. “I ought to judge you on your morals, maybe tell you that would be a gross abuse of a poor being. But really, we both know I’ve done worse; between you and I, and this does not leave this room, go do what you will to find out what you need.”

What was one life in the pursuit of knowledge and furthering supernatural well being. Human backlash was coming, and coming fast, it would be interesting to see how quickly events would unfold.

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rynxlove​:

“How many children do you have?” She asked, curiously. “I just have Hope. The water is bad now… It’s hard for us to mate naturally. We had to have the help of humans to make it happen.” She sighed, shaking her head, looking in the direction of the ocean. While she was pleased she’d found a way that worked for her, it still made her worry about her species as a whole. 

She weighed up explaining to the woman why she was ashore, but finally she nodded ahead of her, over to where Hope was with Ben. “I found love. But then he disappeared and I thought he was dead. But he came back to me… changed. And a little broken.” Her face fell a little, shaking her head. “I do not mean to bore you or complain.”

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Nashuja smiled, thinking of those she called her children.

“Many. One in particular lives in this town too, which is a lovely treat. His name is Seamus Bennett, he runs a distillery here.”

Hearing about the mermaid’s issues with mating, Nashuja made a mental note to make inquiries within the Authority to see what intel they had. There might be some way she or someone else could help them; it seemed a good window for forming a solid alliance.  

The warlock shook her head, reaching to hold one of Ryn’s hands. “Love is never a bore to listen to. I’m sorry to hear that you lost him, and that even returned there was still something gone. Here...”

Nashuja rummaged through her bag to find a pen and a note pad. On it she scribbled her phone number and email, and tore it off to give Ryn.

“Here’s a way to contact me, for that lunch out, but also for your beloved. I’m always here if you need help, and believe me when I say I’ve experience in fixing that which is broken in some way.”

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supernaturaldisasterx​:

Skylar furrowed her eyebrows as a teasingly smirk appeared on her lips “That’s not what I meant” she said as she let a chuckle fall from her lips, the woman didn’t seem old but Skylar wasn’t there for a family reunion for sure.

“That makes sense” nodded the shadowhunter, as the woman named her father something inside of her mind just wanted her to tell the woman she needed help, obviously the demon didn’t give her a chance to even think about it a second time. “Yeah, I hope I can live up to it” she nodded as a smirk appeared on her lips “Oh, don’t call me angel” she laughed “I’m not really a fan of that nickname” she assured.

“So… what takes you here to Beacon Hills? Seam…my father called you or something?”

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To say she approved of Skylar rejecting angel as a nickname would be an understatement. Having personally encountered an angel over a millennia ago, Nashuja could attest that they weren’t all they were cracked up to be.

Perhaps Seamus’ little... thing here wouldn’t be too bad to call a granddaughter.

“We shall see,” Nashuja sniffed, “ah yes, work led me here. Seamus hadn’t known about my arrival until much later. In fact I hadn’t realised he lived and worked here himself,

 it’s been some time since we last saw one another after all. I was here to explore America, but the Nemeton’s power drew me here; and I’m a curious creature at heart. It helps too that my own personal mother-figure has set up a place for herself here too. Family reunions all around.”

She wouldn’t say more on who said mother-figure was, loyally guarding Mara’s secret.

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When the warlock noted that Scott’s views were bias towards humans, a voice within reminded him of his current pack’s motto: we help those that can’t help themselves. Humans hadn’t been the only ones who had seen the McCall Pack as heroes. His real problem with Scott, other than the fact that the Alpha possessed what Peter believed to be rightfully his, was that when he should be waving an iron first, Scott held out an open had even to enemies. 

Not all monsters did monstrous things, but sometimes, monstrous things had to be done. “Not as rare as you might think, when you take into consideration that he is a Bitten werewolf,” the Beta informed her with a shrug, making it visibly obvious that he had long give up bringing that argument to his Alpha. “I wouldn’t mind arranging that for you, as a member of the Authority,” he pointed out with a sly smile. “I believe so, he’s a child in a man’s body,” Peter ultimately answered her question with a dismissive wave of his hand and a roll of his eyes. 

Peter was slimy, a schemer by nature. He’d been deemed evil from a young age, which perhaps was why people underestimated his intelligence. As Nashuja conjured up an ancestor of his, Peter played the surprised role that had unconsciously been awarded to him… But he knew exactly who Rosanna was, after all, she had been an Alpha of the Hale Pack of Beacon Hills, and responsible for growing the Hale Pack to the point of expansion. Unlike Talia, she encouraged her brother to gain an Alphahood and claim a territory of his own. A few centuries later, and there was Hales all throughout the American continents. What the stories and documents failed to mention was that warlocks had ever been involved, but Peter wasn’t about to question a lady of the Eight.

At Nashuja’s offer, greed glistened in his gaze. His mouth almost watered at the thought. King Peter fuckin’ Hale had an orgasmic ring to it. “I’m sold,” he confessed with a smirk, leaning forward and watching her like a wolf watched it’s prey. “How do I join?”

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“Ah, yes. Bitten wolves do cling to their past Human ways. You and I are fortunate in that we lack that past identity.”

A child in a man’s body nonetheless was an easy one to twist into the mold they wanted, so this was not a description Nashuja would have chosen for the True Alpha. Sources informed her he was very set in his ways and strong willed; traits admirable but difficult when one wanted to convince of conflicting ideologies.

She had to admit there had been easier people to talk around, but she hadn’t expected it to be that simple for Peter. Greed flowed off him like a miasma, one Nashuja had met many a man with: the likes of Alexander the Great, for example, whom despite his moniker was not as Great as history hailed him based off Nashuja’s personal impression.

The thought that this man might one day become an elected official for were-kind might have made her cringe if she had any less control. 

“Excellent. There will be some particulars to even out: certain rules you must abide by while our organisation remains in the shadows, but given your savvy business mind you seem to be one to understand the importance of quiet tongues.” Nashuja reached for her bag, and brought out a simple looking stone bead on a string. “We will require you to wear this at all times. Some wear it as a necklace, some in their pocket, I personally like it in my hair,”

She brushed a section of her cloud aside to reveal her own bead threaded through it. 

“Anklet or on your watch, you’ll need to keep it on you. Anything happens to this and we will assume you’re doing something you shouldn’t and send someone to investigate. Rest assured if that does happen you will not know they are there; we have ways of watching you that do not allow even the sharpest nose to smell.

 Don’t fret too much over it though. This will also give you the means to communicate with other members of the Authority, particularly in times of need. If you require assistance for anything, apply pressure to the bead and it will connect you to a liaison. In your case, that liaison will be me.”

Peter seemed plenty resourceful. It was likely she’d never hear from him... she hoped so at least.

“It won’t be visible to others while you’re wearing it- unless you’re someone able to will it to like myself. Thus far the only species we’ve encountered who can see through the glamour is a banshee, and we’ve not noted any of those living here currently so we’ll be fine.”

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“You have a son?” He asked as his reserves were slowly lowered, the more she talked the more he felt like he could trust her. Even if he wasn’t sure why. Slowly his shoulders relaxed and he even shifted closer to her. 

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“I do, his name is Seamus,” There were others who held that title too, but she doubted she nor this boy had time to sit and listen to her list them off. “He’s strong, like you, but everyone has their moments where they need help.”

She offered her hand to him again., beckoning him to follow her.

“Come, let me help you?”

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Warmth covered her, and then, there was the spark again. It called out to her through the immense fog. Primal and still bared from her. Erica was warm, and she wanted to curl up in a form that she couldn’t access. Simpler, base. Pure instinct. 

Her nose twitched as the air around them seemed to tingle. Again, stronger this time was the scent. The scent that meant butterfly wings and dancing, warmth and comfort. 

Safety. 

A weight settled on the she-wolf, the fog crashing down to a bone-deep weariness. Erica’s eye’s flicked gold before they fluttered, lids slowly lowering. The precious name, unbidden, a breath on her lips. 

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When the girl drifted to sleep, Nashuja used her magic to bring her up to one of the many spare rooms the home the Authority provided her had. Resting Erica in the bed, Nashuja took some time to sit beside her and comb out the messy hair while Erica slept on: although she’d offer a bath when the werewolf woke, there was no reason for the poor thing to wake up with hair even more matted than at current.

Once done, Nashuja returned to downstairs and gathered up her bag again, attempting for the second time to head out to gather food a wolf might like: this time two steaks, she decided, unable to believe her morning.

As soon as she could too, she would make contact with a member of the local pack and find out why there were not one but two rogue and vulnerable young omegas wandering about. 

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