Jace Wayland

Jace Wayland was a Shadowhunter. Half human, half angel, a Nephilim. He was a demon hunter, used Seraph blades and black runes that looked like tattoos marked his skin that he would draw on with his Stele. They gave him special abilities, each rune for a different use. He was glamoured so the Mundanes couldn't see him, Seraph blade in hand and tracking a shapeshifting demon. It was following the girl from the club. The girl who could see him. It was never supposed to happen, mundanes didn't have the sight. But she'd seen him, seen Alec and Isabelle and the shapeshifting demon they'd killed. Now another one was following her from the club and he knew that if she wasn't careful, she'd get herself killed. Somehow the demon had slipped from his sight, but he followed it's tracks, up to the girls loft apartment. It was nearly on top of her. He could tell she was terrified and it had already struck her with its poison. Silently coming up behind the demon, he plunged his Seraph blade in

The shapeshifting demon vanished in a swirl of golden ash as he sank his Seraph blade in its back. The girl, a short 5 foot 2 with long flowing locks of fiery red curls and eyes as blue as the ocean was struggling to stay on her feet. He brushed her hair aside to inspect the wound on her neck. "Careful. That demon got a piece of you."