by Morgan D. (morgandeeyue)
Shadowhunters fic. Jalec. TW: major character
Summary: The words of their oath follow Jace and Alec throughout their lives.
Read here or on AO3.
Entreat me not to
Valentine’s followers have Jace surrounded. Just from the way they handle their
swords, he can tell only one of them—the sandy-haired woman with a scar on her
chin—is a born Nephilim. The other four were created by Valentine with the
Mortal Cup, and the few months of training they’ve received are not a match to
Jace’s experience. Still, the numbers are in their favor, and fighting five at
the same time isn’t exactly…
The tallest guy of the group has just been put out of the game by an incoming
arrow that pierced his neck through and through.
three. There goes the blond with the beard, with an arrow into his chest.
finally seem to realize something is
happening. Jace can’t even blame them; the two arrows came up so quickly one
after the other, almost as if there were two archers at the end of the hall,
and not just Alec.
This is incredible! I love how it takes the words of the oath and tells Alec and Jace’s story – all the way to the end… or is it?