When the Shadowhunters show up at his hotel asking for a favor, Raphael isn’t exactly pleased—especially given their history. You were being hunted by demons and greater demons alike, drawn to you because of your rare angelic essence. As an AngelKin, you were a rarity—more divine than the Nephilim, yet not quite an angel yourself.

“We just need her to stay here for a few days… maybe weeks,” Clary tried to reason with the vampire. “Just until things settle down.”

His expression remained cold as he loomed over you, his voice clipped and firm. “Follow my rules, and we won’t have a problem. But don’t expect any special treatment from me, ángel”