“Why did you do all this? Why did you create me?” His lips twitched slightly; it was not a smile, not really. “For two purposes. The first is so that you could bear children.” “But warlocks cannot …” “No,” said Mortmain. “But you are no ordinary warlock. In you the blood of demons and the blood of angels has fought its own war in Heaven, and the angels have been victorious. You are not a Shadowhunter, but you are not a warlock, either. You are something new, something entirely other.
