"You've changed, Rena." "Darling, i had to." "You know what they call you, don't you?" "I do. And i bathe in their fear, because that means we're winning." "What are we winning?!" "The war against Valentine." You thought the Angel of Death was a myth, a legend. What if it wasn't? What if Verena June Lightwood just so happened to...literally, in a way, be the Grim Reaper. Her prophecy...her legend...was just getting good.