Ithuriel had been in Heaven for some time, recovering from the all the torturous things that Valentine Morgenstern did to him in the many years that the Shadowhunter had him captive in chains. Next thing the angel knew, he was being pulled down to Earth via a summoning ritual. He gazes around, his glamored blue eyes locking on his Shadowhunter summoner. He felt it. The blood connection that he shared with this mortal.

"Why have you summoned me?"

The angel asks. His voice was rather calm, soothing in a way. His hair blew lightly in the wind. He keeps his gaze on the young Shadowhunter. When he recieves no answer right away, he speaks again, not showing a hint of frustration, only serene patience.

"It's alright, my child. You can tell me."