Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ.

❛ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟɪᴇs ʜᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀs ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀ.❜ ↬ #Qᴜᴀᴋᴇ.【OC.】┇Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀs.┇

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

❝I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ.❞
– Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ & ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ,
❧ Sнα∂σωнυηтєяѕ / ƬMǀ,
– #Qᴜᴀᴋᴇ.
RTs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.
https://t.co/lw21Du6YVM

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— doesn't even know.|] [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— ground. He can't -- he has no idea why this is happening. To him, of all people, enraptured by a demon who he probably — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— elsewhere.

[|His eyes are latched onto the creature, obviously demon with the way she's attempting to stand her — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— outfit.|] Father, I love these conversations we have, I really do. But. . . I feel as if I'm meant to be — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— never had to deal with it, especially while he's talking to God. He's become. . . distracted, by a girl in a dark black — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— beneath them.

There's an itchy sensation flowing from his back, where his wings are folded, into his fingertips. He's — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— James stifles a sigh, and sits beside his Father. For some reason, again, his attention is brought back to the fray — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— /he/ knows that's code for; × I need advice on a few matters that have caught my eye. × Instead of rolling his eyes, — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— chaos. Again, his father demands his attention back to the matter at hand.|]

》We have much to discuss, my son.《 [|Even — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— sorrow, some of them are killed right in front of the creations of Raziel. James' wings flutter at the sight of such — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— Idris, the Shadowhunter home country. His breath feels paralyzed as he stares down at the mundanes, and much to his — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

[|A watchful eye stares upon the hoards of ruthless men and women of the clave, who were most likely called in from — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— moment, he wondered. Watching the screams of demons and Shadowhunters as they fell.|] What did you need me for, Father? [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— He was, at the moment, occupied. His eyes narrow slightly, but his Father always held his attention. Where was @OfDemonicism, at the —

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— ~flash-forward, two weeks.~

[|Dulcet crimson washed the streets as the newest demon uprising filled his peripheral. — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— A small sliver of a smile reaches his features. He's rather unhappy with his thought process, as he always is.|] — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— flies away from where @OfDemonicism had disappeared into. He could feel his fingers twitching as he hid it beneath his armor. —

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— dynamics of it all, the vision his father has for him. Golden wings spring out from his coat as he bends his knees and — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— story, where Shadowhunters ruled every Downworlder, rid the Earth of every evil? He spends much time contemplating the — [@OfDemonicism.]

[Jᴀᴍᴇs Eᴍᴇʀsᴏɴ. @OfAngelicism]

— between the two species who'd vowed vengeance against one another? Between @OfDemonicism and himself? Or was it a completely different —