#;;holy hands make me a sinner(ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ)

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@affcgato​

A few weeks past, Camille Belcourt had contacted her by fire message requesting a meeting. Sonja had responded and agreed to come see her, even if she was not personally fond of the Head of the New York Clan she wanted to know why her presence had been requested. She had arranged for her second to keep close watch over their coven and contact her immediately if anything strange should occur in Budapest, with a promise she would check back in within two days. She did not trust the other clan head she was to meet in the slightest, and would take no chances.

Upon arriving in New York by portal and entering the Hotel Du Mort, it quickly became evident to her that something was amiss. The vampires appeared quite jumpy and on edge. The Hungarian vampiress and sighed to herself, figuring that once again Camille must have gotten herself into dire trouble and required her services to get her free from whatever mess she had placed herself in.

Sonja made herself quite comfortable on the couch and waited patiently for either Camile or Raphael to show up and begin to explain as to why it was that she’d been asked to make the journey here. She didn’t have to wait terribly long before the door opened and someone stepped into the room. Immediately Sonja leaned forward, interested in this newcomer. Green eyes gave the other woman a very curious once over before she spoke up,

“Well, you’re hardly whom I dreaded having to speak to. I take it Camille is indisposed yet again?”

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@createshope​

Sonja opened the cabinet in her quarters and pressed on the lever that opened a secret compartment, retrieving where she’d hidden away Clary’s birthday gift where none would be able to find it. She turned the beautifully wrapped up gift over in her hands( holding inside it a brand new sketchbook for her adopted daughter alongside some new sketch pencils and charcoals for her), and thought on how Clary had come to be in her care, become her daughter in all but blood.

She’d been portalled in with Tessa to join Magnus for drinks and watching the newest season of the Bachelor, the other two had ordered thai to enjoy with their liquor while Sonja herself had a glass of wine mixed with blood. Magnus had answered the door, found Jocelyn Fairchild with a infant in her arms and begging for them to take their daughter and hide her away from the world and the Clave, ensure Valentine never found her.

Sonja had been the one who’d agreed to take in the child, as no one in the Clave would think to look for Valentine and Jocelyn’s daughter in the Hungarian Vampire clan, none would think that Sonja would raise a shadowhunter child. Nor with her personal history.

Sixteen years past, she’d agreed to take in Clary and tell her on her sixteenth birthday just whom her birth parents were. Magnus had occasionally come and gone throughout that time, acting an Uncle for the girl. Sonja’s entire clan were family to her themselves, each vampire would protect their little princess to the last. The Clave, and other shadowhunters as a whole, remained entirely unaware of just who Sonja’s surrogate child was. Sonja would die before she’d let that change and Clary be dragged into their madness.

Sonja forced herself to breathe, taking the gift with her and heading towards Clary’s bedroom door to knock upon it. Later, she would tell her later, when they had gone to Magnus’s and enjoyed the party he had planned for her at his club. Let her have one more night of not knowing, let her dance and have fun among the downworlders so she would know when they told her that she was her own, no matter who her birth parents were.

“Clary, Édesem, are you awake yet?” She called, wrapping her knuckles lightly against the door once more in case she hadn’t been heard yet, “Come on my dearest, its time to get up and celebrate.”

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“ don’t ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of who you are . ”

@runesanddeath//ʜᴜʀᴛ/ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ

“That...is easier said than done.” She speaks after a long moment, fingers brushing past the leather bands and beaded bracelets adorning her wrists to trace the silver lines on her skin with a almost distant expression on her face. 

For a moment, she looks like she’s lost in reflection, then as swiftly as she disassociated she came back to the present and composed herself. Sonja was the head of the Budapest vampire clan, her status hard won after centuries of struggling to find a place in the downworld as a result of being shunned for once being a shadowhunter before she was turned, at times she still faced distrust and was shamed for her previous life--by both the Clave and other Downworlders in equal share.

Both would doubt her, and mock her, then expect her to assist--resulting in a very jaded ancient vampiress rarely wanting to assist either side in cleaning up whatever mess had been drawn up. Over the seven centuries she’d lived, she’d endured endless heckling and attempts to shame her for what she was, and whom she’d once been. The few descendants of the shadowhunter family she’d once belonged to, she rarely spoke to.

“With all due respect Jace, you are still quite young. I was only a handful of years older than you when I was turned, the only surviving members of my family were cousins that intermarried and so the line of Corvinus effectively died when I did.....because I was turned against my will without holy water to choke down. The clave does not forgive that...supposed transgression so easily.” Her fingers leave her wrist, and a sigh leaves the vampiress before she speaks again, “I’m used to the jeers and suspicion at this point, when you were once nephilim and become a downworlder...you are not permitted to forget it.”

She shakes off the sadness, and pushes her shoulders back to stand with obvious pride, “But do not worry, I’m not so easily pushed around. I wouldn’t have survived this long or become a Clan leader otherwise. Your concern is appreciated, and touching.”

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“Everybody wants to change the world, but no one wants to die.”

@runesanddeath//ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏꜱ-ᴍᴄʀ

“You should be glad that no one is willing any longer to be a self-sacrificing idjit for a supposed ‘worthy cause’ that would change the world. Such men are incredibly dangerous, and will kill indiscriminately in the name of their cause. Changing the world isn’t necessarily a grand idea, it’s something that should be implemented carefully unless you want to witness a complete collapse of society.”

Sonja drummed her nails against the surface of the table, tugging once at her sleeve to ensure her faded runes would be hidden from view before she stood up from her seat. She’d heard enough at the meeting, and there wasn’t a need for her to be here, there was already a representative of the vampires with Raphael being here.

“I’ve had enough of this nonsense, send a fire message when actual deliberations begin, köszönöm.”

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