Cristina’s eyes went wide. It was almost beautiful for a second, the wings that had sprouted, like fae. Gorgeous, but when Ash fell, she was snapped from her daydream. Cristina had always had a fascination with fae, she always wanted to learn more, she was always a sympathizer but she wasn’t so sure she was the same.
It was true, there was fear building up in Cristina, it seemed more induced than anything. Cristina didn’t know the difference though as she came closer and Cristina took a step back. “Why are you doing this? Because this is what you crave? You do this often? Build fear up in others for your own amusement?” She asked. “And you brainwashed him easily. Your will can be done.” That was dangerous and she knew that this fae needed to be locked up. There was no other choice.
Cristina’s first thought was not to kill her. After all, it was not her fault and Cristina knew that if she was under some spell, she would be dangerous. She was very skilled and she took pride in being a shadowhunter and if she were to use her strength and power for evil, she would be deadly to those who did not deserve it.
Her expression was stone, trying to remain stoic in front of the girl who seemed amused by her tricks.
“Do you know what I am?” Cristina asked, wondering if the runes along her skin that showed were familiar to her. “You can smell my fear, but do you smell my angelic blood?” Cristina did not smile, but her eyebrow did raise questioningly. She called out quickly to an angel, her seraph blade in her hand.