|You're a long way from home, aren't you?| Clary whips around, Jace's hand clenching around hers. "Who's there?" The mist shifts around them, milky and almost opaque. The air thrums with power and the fog splits down the middle like the Red Sea. Clary squints; something's coming down through the fog toward them, something humanoid and glowing. As it gets closer, her eyes widen; it's human-shaped, but made entirely out of blue-silver-white light. It's completely sexless, no indication whatsoever, so she's oddly comfortable with the fact that it's naked. |Clary Fairchild and Jace Herondale,| the lightbeing says. |From universe 540493488, correct?| "I think you'd know better than I would," Clary manages in a daze. "Where are the others?" Isabelle and Magnus and Alec had been with them a moment ago- |They are with my colleague, Yrael,| the lightbeing says. It dips its torso forward, and it takes a moment for Clary to realize that it's bowing. The show of respect makes her skin crawl for reasons she can't quite put a finger on. |I am Sjyryon,| the lightbeing says. It pronounces the name like 'SJEER-ree-on'. |I believe the closest word you have for my species is 'god'.|
that one half-formed plot bunny that WON’T GO THE F AWAY