IDOMITABLE

[ofvampyr]

closed starter for alec lightwood-bane || @unveiling-alec​​

The United Worlds Association had a very long list of carnival attendees they needed to bring in for questioning, how fast they could identify and locate them highly dependent on the quality of the surveillance footage they had. Most of the names already recorded were total strangers to Clary, the auburn haired nephilim only knowing them through reports or word of mouth from the local officers who were helping. However, one of the top names on the list was very familiar to her, the fact quickly brought up by her squad leader when assignments were being handed out.

He ordered her not to get involved in that specific case, giving her the Peter Hale assignment instead. But, as much as Clary agreed with the decision and didn't want to disobey direct orders; she couldn't just ignore it.

Clary looked over the report when others were distracted and memorized the address on it, exiting the sheriff's station and quickly making her way to the apartment complex. The group assigned to the case wouldn't contact him until the morning, so she had plenty of time to warn him. Once she reached the front door of the correct apartment, Clary took a deep breath and knocked, doing her best to mask the nerves coursing through her body before the door was opened.

"Hey, Alec," she greeted. "--Do you mind if we talk?"

[ofvampyr]

boomeranghale​ :

Business As Usual [Open]

@theunveilingreblog

The music pulsated through the building’s very skeleton, all the way into the underground bunker that Peter was now exiting through the false floor of his office’s supply closet. He couldn’t concentrate with all the noise, so he decided to leave the task at hand for the night… 

Locking his office’s door after himself, Peter smiled smugly as some social media influencers complimented his establishment. Walking behind the bar, the Beta served himself a tall glass of milk, scanning his surroundings. There was a nervous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He knew that with Stiles’ whatever-the-fuck, the plot he had been working on might take a backseat… However, the impatience was there. ​Fixing his suit after finishing behind the bar, Peter took a seat by it.

-

The idea was probably a little reckless, but Clary truly believed it was the better option. From what she had read on the UWA reports, Peter Hale wasn't the type to take any kind of disrespect lightly. And three armed government agents barging into his club and demanding he accompany them to the Sheriff's station? Yeah, definitely something he would perceive as disrespectful. If they wanted to do things right, if they wanted to remain on good terms with the local pack, they couldn't go around angering every werewolf in town.

Clary convinced her partners to stay outside, concealing her seraph blade with a rune to avoid alarming any mundanes and walking into White Fang. She inspected her surroundings carefully, making note of all the staff present in the room and where they were, finally spotting the werewolf she was looking for near the bar. The auburn haired nephilim took a deep breath and made her way to the owner of the club.

"Mister Hale?" she asked, a professional smile adorning her lips. "Hi, I'm Clary Fairchild, with the UWA. I was wondering if we could talk?"

[shirazade]

Medalion Rahimi photographed by Lionel Deluy

[ofvampyr]

closed starter for allison argent | @tarnishedargent​​

Though Clary was more than determined to find the cause of the chaos at the carnival, she had to admit getting time away from the investigation was, occasionally, a relief. As much as she wanted to find answers, discover why the wendigos and vampires had been experimented on and let loose on civilians, Clary needed a break, everyone at the Sheriff's station and hospital did. There was too much suffering, too much trauma, too much death to get through; and it was becoming quite clear they were merely scraping the surface of the whole mystery.

The nephilim needed time to think, time to calmly put the pieces she already had together and then make room to look through more. She just wanted to breathe in some fresh air, so when she was off duty, the auburn haired woman decided to take a walk around town. She wanted to pass by the fitness center, see if Isabelle was working that day. However, a few blocks away, Clary noticed a brunette running across the street. She seemed upset, and no one else seemed to notice her?

Usually, that wouldn't have been strange. After all, Clary was born and raised in New York. But as the brunette finally made it to the sidewalk the auburn haired one was on, it was clear people really couldn't see her, and a bicyclist was coming straight towards her. In one swift movement, Clary used her stele to activate her speed rune, able to reach the brunette in time to pull her out of the way. She ignored the others' concern about her "getting in the way", instead focusing on the young woman.

"That was a close one," she joked, laughing lightly afterwards. "Though it can be fun, running around without activating your visible rune can be pretty dangerous." Clary looked over the other, her brow furrowing slightly. "--Are you alright?"

[ofvampyr]

supernaturaldisasterx​ :

Isabelle was about to leave the carnival when she just found the gates closed, a couple of seconds later all the thing she was able to hear was people screaming and the metallic sent of blood was everywhere. She stopped a couple of those creatures, but somehow she ended up walking outside on one piece before she walked to her loft, for sure that was something the raven-haired shadowhunter would ever have expected to happen on Valentine’s day. The shadowhunter’s mind was rushing, her mind was able to imagine what happened that other night, and even if she tried to think about other stuff her mind always came back to the carnival. To the people’s screams were still inside her head, she couldn’t get it out, it was just torturing her.

Isabelle stopped pulling punches and panted as she stared at herself on the glass of one of the long thin arched window in the training room. Even in that shifty dark reflection, she could easily spot the white marks that littered her forearms, her shoulders, and her flank, all the way down to her thigh. The woman placed her hands on her hips and just decided it was just enough, she had to go home, she had been avoiding her thought for too long.

Isabelle walked down the street for a while when she saw a couple walking down the other side of the road. A noise made her stop and look around, not seeing anyone around just continued walking until she found herself stopping again because of the same noise. “I’m not really down for jokes” she warned. “Who’s there?” @theunveilingreblog​

-

Since before the Unveiling, Clary's life had been in a constant state of change. Between finding out who and what she truly was, and how exactly she fit into the new world she was now a part of; the auburn haired woman barely got time to get used to all the shifts and turns being thrown at her. Every time Clary believed she finally knew everything, every time she believed there couldn't possibly be anything else for her to discover, the little semblance of stability she managed to build for herself was shattered and crumbled by something new. And though at times it was exciting, it was also extremely exhausting.

Leaving the Clave, joining the United Worlds Association, it was the first change in a very long time that Clary was able to choose. The four years that followed, they were the most stable she had since her eighteenth birthday. Sadly, it came with just as many challenges as her past, the nephilim afraid the friendships she had built wouldn't withstand the pressure. Though Clary still had Luke, Simon, and her newly found bond with Raphael was growing; she recognized her other relationships were at risk.

Alec was mad at her, way worse than he usually was. Jace, even if she understood why, was distant; things between them far too complicated to easily move past them. She had no idea what Lydia thought of her, but she was sure it wasn't good. No one in the New York Institute wanted anything to do with her, no one except but one person...

The moment Clary got word Isabelle was in town, she sought her out, first arriving at her apartment. The raven haired nephilim was not home though, so the auburn haired one hurried off to her place of work. She spotted her on the way to the fitness center, a smile quickly appearing on her lips as she walked faster to reach the other.

"I'm not much of a jokester," she responded. "Simon says I have horrible comedic timing." Clary laughed, hesitating for a moment before closing the distance between them and offering Isabelle a hug. “--I’m so happy to see you.”

[ofvampyr]

diosperdoname​ :

Closed Starter for Clary

~FLASHBACK~

It had all happened too fast. He’d been having a good time, or at least as good of a time as he could have. He hadn’t seen anyone he recognized, he saw a single shadowhunter who had seemed a little too off for his liking so he’d found his way to another part of the carnival. 

Then suddenly he’d heard people screaming, had seen them fleeing for the exits. He’d heard shouts that they were locked, that they were trapped, and then he’d seen the attacks start. 

Raphael had been torn, everything in him wanted to stay and fight, to help as many people as he could. At first that had been exactly what he’d tried to do, as one of the attackers darted past him towards a human he’d reached out and grabbed it by the back of its clothing and pulled it back harshly, throwing it behind him.  As a human his strength hardly compared but he was a trained fighter and had 80 years of practice. Lifting his leg he kicked it backwards and over one of the metal railings put up to keep people in line for the rides.  He watched it for a moment, focusing on his breathing. When it slowly began to stand he realized that it wasn’t just any creature, it was a vampire, and now it was focused on him.  Raphael’s heart had been racing, reminding him of the day the heavenly fire had burned through him, had changed him.  He’d felt overwhelmed, scared. Now here he was, facing a vampire, and his mind suddenly turns to the last time he’d faced a vampire.  As he turned to run he saw the vampire come after him, faster, stronger. Teeth sank into his shoulder, causing his entire body to freeze. 

He wouldn’t die, not again. He couldn’t die again. Not after all he’d done to find himself again, not after he’d tasted freedom. Not now that he was truly alive.

With a sudden burst of adrenaline he grabbed the cross around his neck and pressed it against the side of the vampires face where fangs were buried in his shoulder. He heard the scream the vampire let out which gave him time to wrench backwards, while it was distracted by the pain he tried to grab it around it’s neck and jaw, snap its neck, render it immobile. 

The vampire must have known that was what he was going for however because it grabbed his arm and tried to twist it around, as if trying to break it. Pull him closer. He didn’t know.  Using that he leverages himself, twisting with the vampire as it grips his arm, his body works on muscle memory, he’d done this before, he could do it again. Pressing back against the vampires chest Raphael lifts himself up, using his lower body to run up the wall and tried to twist around out of the vampires grasp. 

His goal had been to flip over the vampire, maybe try and take him out on the way down. But for a moment, for a single moment fueled by adrenaline, he’d forgotten he was only human.  Raphael realizes his mistake when he feels the pain of his shoulder wrenching out of its socket, effectively dislocating as he twisted away. Panting harshly, the pain more like a dull throbbing at this time, he knew later he’d feel it full force, but for now he could still fight.  As the vampire lunged he dodged to the side, a bit slower but keeping on his feet. To his right he spots a broken carnival stand, a piece of broken wood protruding. Grabbing it with both of his hands he gripped it hard and closed his eyes, his heart beating rapidly in his ears. 

“Through the holy mysteries of our redemption, may almighty God release you from all punishments in this life and in the life to come. May He open to you the gates of paradise and welcome you to everlasting joy.”

Forcing his eyes open he lifted the stake just as the vampire lunged at him, driving it forward and through its chest with a sharp cry. He watched the vampire burst into nothing but ash, causing him to stumble back, dropping the makeshift stake. 

Picking up his cross he pressed it to his lips as he began to sob.

After finding a place to hide Raphael had stayed curled up, clinging to his cross as he prayed, trying to drown out the noises around him. 

~Present Day~

Raphael had stayed in his hiding spot until he saw sunlight peeking through the door of where he hid, pushing it open he made his way outside, looking all around him. 

Nearby he spotted a familiar figure, his heart lurching as he made his way towards her. They had never been friends before she’d lost her memory, but now she was someone he’d consider a close confidant. A close friend. 

“Clary…” He said softly, his voice cracking with emotion. With guilt. 

-

Clary had seen numerous massacres through the years, far too many for someone her age. Hell, for anyone at all. The aftermath of the attacks in the carnival, as sad and devastating as they were, was not shocking for the nephilim. It didn't mean she was apathetic, because she did care about every single victim, mundane or downworlder. It simply meant she was used to it, and the auburn haired woman hated it.

Probably for the best, she joked with herself. It'd be pretty embarrassing to start crying while on mission.

As the bodies were collected by the United Worlds Associations and the town's Sheriff's Department, Clary and three others checked the buildings for anyone else that could have needed help. There were still a lot of people uncounted for, so before the Agents could focus on discovering what happened and how it happened, they needed to make sure everyone was safe. Or...at least found.

The nephilim exited the Hall of Mirrors, about to meet up with her partner at the entrance of the Tunnel of Love, when she heard her name being called. The auburn haired woman turned quickly, eyes growing wide when she realized who had spoken. "Raphael!" She hurried to him, dropping the blade she'd been holding and speaking into her walkie-talkie. "We need a medic at the Hall of Mirrors. Quickly."

Clary caught Raphael as he approached, holding him tightly so he wouldn't fall. "--It's gonna be okay," she assured him. "I’ve got you."

[archieandrew]

You have a new life now. You have me. That’s not going to change.

[ofvampyr]

@supernaturaldisasterx

[ofvampyr]

vampyrdoc​ :

Time Flies [Open]

The vampire hadn’t even noticed the chaos until a fellow vampyr rammed into him as he was trying to set a new record for the test of strength. Just as Joshua lifted the large sledgehammer, his assailant crashed her face into it and fell limp on the ground. Her head would take a while to heal. “… Was she trying to attack me?” he questioned the small, old woman by a kiosk of plushies and bubble heads. She cackled with a nod of her head. “… That’s rude…” Joshua noted as he rested the sledgehammer on his shoulder. 

“Hm… Granny, I think it is best if you take your leave,” he advised after taking in his surroundings. She cackled again before standing and pulling her wheeled stand with her. Joshua stared after her for a moment before sensing another attacker coming his way. Focusing on dodging, Joshua was able to tell that this attackers also seemed focused on harming another. “How curious,” he noted as he easily dodged another wild attack. “Child, can you hear me?” he questioned his brethren, but received only a snarl as a response. With one last side-step, Joshua reached out with his free hand and smoothly snapped their neck. Watching the vampire fall to the ground, he sensed someone’s eyes on him. “They’re fine, they’ll wake up in a few hours… We should bind them though, I’m unsure what exactly has caused them to lose control in this manner…”

-

The hardest part about the situation wasn't fighting off the vampires and wendigos. Though obviously challenging, the nephilim was confident in her skills, believing the Shadowhunters and the United Worlds Association prepared her well to deal with high pressure situations. The truly difficult part was getting the panicked citizens to listen, to gain their trust in a matter of seconds and be able to lead them out of the carnival. And even more difficult, it was to get them to understand killing the attackers wasn't their only option, their fear far too overwhelming to allow them to see past the claws and fangs.

It wasn't easy, and Clary knew she couldn't judge anyone for how they reacted. But something wasn't right with the attackers, she could see it. There was more going on, more to their need for violence that met the eye. They needed answers, and they wouldn't get them if they simply disposed of every crazed Downworlder they encountered.

Spotting the scene across the crowd, Clary hurried to help the man, a gasp escaping her when the stranger skillfully broke the assailant's neck. At his reassurance that the vampire was still alive though, Clary relaxed a little and nodded, taking out a zip tie cuff from her belt pouch.

"That should keep them restraint for a while." She placed it on the unconscious supernatural's wrists, reinforcing the tie with a rune. Clary put away her stele. "The why is gonna have to wait." Clary crouched and grabbed the vampire, carrying her into her arms. "There are portals leading everyone to safety. Just follow me."

[ofvampyr]

metamxrphxsis​ :

Closed Starter for Clary

It had all happened so fast that Ben hadn’t had time to think about it all, one moment he’d been purchasing a carnival snack and the next the person beside him waiting in line was being attacked by some wild eyed fanged creature. His first instinct had been to flee, but turning back as he saw himself being pursued something in him switched gears.  Turning back around he grabbed a pipe and snapped it from its place against a wall, he swung just as the creature attacked, catching it in its jaw.  The action felt almost familiar, a sort of buzzing in his brain that told him he’d done this before. As the creature attacked again he swung, making contact with its hands and shoulder as it lifted its arms to protect itself as it pursued him.  Suddenly he was knocked to the ground, whatever this thing was grabbing at his makeshift weapon, gripping the pipe as it tried to get to him, using his own strength he knocked the creature away and scrambled to get his grounding, just as he turned he lifted the pipe as the creature lunged at him again, thrusting it into the damned things chest, forcing the pipe all the way through it’s back. 

A sharp ringing filled his ears as a memory burned its way into focus, he remembered clearly being on an island, fighting someone back with a spear and finally thrusting it through their chest and out their back. 

Panting he pushed the body and pipe to the side, letting it hit the ground with a muted thud as he pressed hands against his eyes. The memory seared into his brain as it played over and over. 

-

The stories about Beacon Hills were quite popular among the UWA agents, Clary herself having learned quite a lot about the small California town since joining the ranks. It's history was full of danger and tragedy, for both mundanes and Downworlders, the amount of carnage the town had seen through the years almost challenging high populated areas like Los Angeles and New York City. The nephilim understood why some of her colleagues felt apprehensive about being sent there, why others in the organization even declined joining the mission.

For Clary though, the small town was more than just it's past. To her, Beacon Hills represented opportunities. For improvement, for unity, for a brighter future. Even if she was anxious, part of her was also excited, happy to be able to finally put all her new training and knowledge to good use.

However, the excitement was quickly soured when the team arrived in town, the commotion at the Valentine's Day Carnival not the welcoming party Clary had been expecting. The team organized themselves fast, one of the warlocks realizing the front gates were reinforced with magical wards and staying behind to break them, the other four climbing the fence and throwing themselves right into the action.

While the other warlock and the werewolf worked on getting citizens through a portal into town, Clary and the team's leader cleared out the area. As instructed, the nephilim only incapacitated the attackers, using her stele to increase the power of her strength and agility runes, giving herself more of an advantage against the crazed Downworlders. Spotting a man being attacked by a wendigo, Clary hurried to help him, for a moment uncertain if she'd be able to reach him in time. The man however was not as defenseless as Clary had first thought, the auburn haired woman watching as he managed to impel the wendigo with a metal pipe.

Brown eyes settled on the fallen supernatural, part of Clary feeling sorry for them. She needed to focus though, she knew that; there was no time to dwell on the dead, not while those alive needed to get out of there. "It's alright," she assured the blond, assuming his reaction was due to what he had just done. "You are okay. I can help you get to safety." Clary offered him her hand. "Can you stand?"

[izzylightwood]

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[nicholasscratch]

Medalion Rahimi photographed by Jan-Willem Dikkers.

[herestotheunknown]

Since the time of Jonathan Shadowhunter, we have battled demons with the reassurance that if an insurmountable evil were to take over the world, the angels wish could save us. You’ve taken that away.

[galxias-archive-deactivated2025]

[ofvampyr]

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