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lighthausen · 3 years

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tma 191 liveblog below cut feat. lots of pauses and daydreaming about a sitcom starring martin and melanie

omg are they waking up? aw is that martin waking up?

Aw did he have a bad dream?

Oh shit sleeping with his eyes open

Not really sleep? Oh his he actually disconnected from everything? I guess he’s sort of in the eye’s range. I hope so

edge of sleep that sucks tho

“god forbid the creepy ever stops entirely” “thank you” lmao

No dreams at Salesa’s aw

Recognizing Celia! Oh! Martin does know her but he can’t quite remember it!

Oh no, he can’t remember it down here. Oh no he’s not gonna remember when he comes out

Ask if she remembers

“and you are” “nope”

Ummmmmmmmmmm

“is that so” wowwww

Names are how they see you? Oh.

The labels that cut you ooof.

Who doesn’t like fae logic

oh thanks for apologizing Jon that’s nice.

Georgie and Melanie are out

cool black beans.

No statement?

Getting Jon food :)

ARUN AND MARTIN INTERACT

I’m glad Martin’s nice about Arun...

Oh, he also walked through it, sharing their power.

“Yes, you are...” oooohhh

“i don’t know what I see when I look at you”

LMao martin, “rude”

“i’m a poet! i speak the truth” AFDJLKSDAFJ

THis is GREAT

*sadly kicks away the arun having a crush on martin fanfic i wasn’t ever actually going to write*

Arun’s right tho, they are mysterious

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and , okay okay, pausing

Does Arun see something different because they saved him or is there actually something different there?

Melanie and Georgie are unharmed by the whole world. Jon is only harmed by things in a dream logic manner. But Martin... he almost got trapped in a lonely domain.

So. He’s different.

I get Georgie, no fear, can’t get caught. But why Melanie?

And JOn said he couldn’t quite see them at the beginning of the season right? They’re described as a blind spot? Why???

Is it because Melanie removed her eyes? Shit, is this gonna be like... birdbox or something?

Unless Georgie’s just been protecting Melanie. Does Melanie have a domain?

Okay okay here are the facts as I see them: The Eye is fond of Martin, gave him his own domain. Jon is able to See Martin.

He is unable to See Melanie and Georgie. They go out often so it’s unlikely it’s just because they’re in a blind spot all the time. They must be a blind spot.

Georgie is probably unable to be seen because her fear was removed.

Melanie is either like Martin (eye is fond of her) she has her own domain... or... Georgie could be looking out for her. Or both. But why wouldn’t Jon be able to see her?????? Is it because she severed her connection with the institute?

And, are they actually immune? Did Martin only get pulled into the lonely because of dream logic but he’s usually safe? Jon’s described as the only one who can walk, so I assume other avatars can’t travel either???

FUck! Fuck,, i don’t know time to play again.

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They’ve been gone a while

Locals getting restless? Oh no, they don’t like them :(

Fuzziness comes and goes?

HE WON’T FORGET EVERYTHING?? i hope not

the simultaneous “i don’t remember”

Are they gonna help? Help with what. saving the world

a bit too much pressure lol

Makes sense if they don’t help bc if it fails...

Layouts different?

Oh? Things wandering about?

What?

ARCHIVISTS???????????????????????????

wait rewind lemme look at the episode

ok Mag53

Ohhhh ohh okay so my takeaways from reading the wiki are 1. there are multiple archives. or other past archives anyway. and 2. Eye monsters. spoooky.

alright time to play again

oohhohnoh not the first archivist

some lingered?

the panopticon calling? Oh shit

we’re gonna meet more beholding avatars!!

Oh, wait what about the travelling thing? I guess they can travel then, huh. *shrugs*

If- when we defeat the eye :’0

WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU

OHH NOOOOOO

we’re having this conversation D:

maybe he’ll survive? best case scenario

auuuuuuuuuuuuuughhhh auhghh

If they find a way to destroy them

i’M NOT GOING TO BE OKAY

SURVIVE BUT LOSE SOMeTHING

LEFT OF YOU WIHTOUT IT

DIE

AHHHHHHhh

STOOOP STOP STOP STOP

DON’T TALK ABOUT IIIIIIIIIIIT

*crossing fingers and holding out hope for a combo of ending 1 and 7* fuck fuck fuck fuck

i keep having to fucking pause

“martin when the time comes i need you to promise me you won’t try to stop me” oh god oh god D’:

“I promise. I love you Jon.” “I love you too”

*crosses off an I love you exchange off the bingo card* fuck, that’s a bit early hope it happens again

“But i’m not going to doom the world over it” ahfhhf,

that’s not what you said to that manifestation of yourself in your own domain, Martin.....

oh no

Bad end number 320235: Martin selfishly dooms the world to save Jon

fuck i hate that nooooooooo

oh i shouldn’t of paused there lol

promise me you’ll do everything in your power to live oh my god,, </3

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa “i promise”

fuck “I promise” exchange

i hate these conversations, me too,

talk about the weather, aww,ww,w

i couldn’t understand that last line i’ll have to relisten

Georgie and Melanie time!

GOING TO SEE HIM LIKE THAT?

WHO?

WHAT

WHat

Really sets the mood

Mood for private contemplation??

Who? WHo’s HEE?

Oh it’s the Admiral

ohhhhhhhh okay

Pull him out like the others?

awww

Dream of a giant muderous tunnel cat

“HON”

OH MY GOD

“’HON”

CANON PET NAME CANON PET NAME CANON PET NAME

uh oh... getting involved will only make things worst.............

I just don’t like him lmfaoooo

rought ime of it

HONEY? HONEY?????????????? AAAAA :D

you’re actually quite similar lol

hate consistantly

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pausing again to dream about an au where martin and melanie are roomates in a sitcom and martin is pining over jon and melanie fucking hates jon and she’s like “you have such shit taste in men,”

Meanwhile, Melanie has a crush on this podcaster and Martin makes fun of her constantly for it until my gosh, they meet! In real life! And hit it off!

And they work together for a bit and become close friends. And then one time Melanie works up the courage to ask Georgie for coffee. Georgie is ecstatic but she desperately needs moral support so her friend and ex Jon goes with her. And Melanie needs moral support so Martin goes with her. And they show up, and due to sitcom shenanigans Martin and Melanie think that Jon and Georgie are a couple, while Jon and Georgie think Martin and Melanie are a couple and everyone is extremely upset about it. Maybe they try and make each other jealous.

Then everything clears up and they all laugh about it. But will they find out about each other’s real feelings? Find out in the next episode!

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okay okay okay back to the episode lmfao

What can they do for them? OKay can’t find a way

Things down near the stairs?????? THe what??

Doing it again??? Doing what?

Overcompensating, ahhh!

Not even if it was just the two of us aww

Oh, Melanie, even a small change aww

YOU CAN GET BACK TO THE PODCAST DFLJSDFJL

nightmare zone of shitty ad reads

RECORDING ONE WHILE RECORDING ONE

plot twist, georgie caused the apocalypse with that script

ARUN’S LATEST HYMM

bully arun time

jon and martin unsupervised lol

i want my cat back aww

well that’s it. The magus archives is a podcast.

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fruitsbasketcase1 · 7 years

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Malec Tales Series 1: The Nephilim and the Warlock (A Beauty and the Beast AU) Prologue & Chapter 1

Summery: After sending away a Shadowhunter in need, Magnus Bane and everyone he loves becomes cursed by a demon. If he can love a Nephilim and have them love him back, the curse will be lifted. In order to save his siblings, Alec Lightwood gives himself to Magnus for their freedom. Will he be the one to lift the curse and save them all?

Main Couples: Malec and Saphael

Setting: Modern time Idris

Prologue and Chapter 1: You are here

Chapter 2: Coming Soon

Malec Tales Series 1: The Nephilim and the Warlock (Beauty and the Beast AU)

Prologue

Once upon a time, there were three groups of people in the world. Mundanes, Shadowhunters, and Downworlders. Mundanes lived in a world of their own, separated from the other kinds. Downworlders were made up of creatures you only read about in books. Werewolves, vampires, warlocks, and so many others. Shadowhunters are a race of half angel, half human warriors who protect the mundanes from demons.

Thousands of years ago, Shadowhunters and Downworlders lived together in peace. Joined by a treaty of accords, both the species worked together to protect the mundane world. Things changed though when some of the Downworlders started stepping out of line. Even with Accords, most Downworlders did not feel like they were being treated as equals.

No matter how many meetings were held and talks of better accords were discussed, the Shadowhunters refused to give in to the Downworlders request for equality. A war ensued, one that would not end for hundreds of years.

Eventually, the Downworlders had no choice but to give in to the Shadowhunters. Many of their kind had been killed, and since most of the species couldn’t reproduce, they were dwindling more and more with each battle.

By the end of the war, only a handful of Downworlders were left. New accords were signed, saying that Downworlders and Shadowhunters were to stay out of each other’s way. The leader of the remaining Downworlders was a warlock, named Magnus Bane. After personally signing the accords, he conjured up a castle deep in the woods so all the remaining Downworlders could live in peace. The only deal the Downworlders struck, was that no Shadowhunter would ever step foot in their lands for any reason.

One cold night, about a hundred years later, a Shadowhunter would find himself on the steps of that very castle, wounded and freezing. Magnus Bane was the one who answered the door. The man begged him for help, asking if he could come inside for some warmth and healing. Magnus was furious. No matter the reason, he saw the man being on his land as breaking the accords.

He screamed at the man to leave, telling him that he had no right to anything Downworlders had to offer. The man begged him to reconsider, even going as far as to offer Magnus his most precious possession; a Witchlight that was given to him by his dead father.

Magus sneered at the Witchlight, asking why he would ever need something like that, and he yelled at the man to leave once again.

He expected the man to leave but was confused when the Nephilim suddenly started snickering to himself. Magnus watched in shock as the Shadowhunters turned into a man with pale skin stretched and taut over bone, coronet of barbed wire on his head. He had sharp, pointed teeth and his eyes were gold-green eyes with slit-pupiled like a cat's. Magnus put his hand over one of his eyes, thinking it looked a lot like his own.

The man introduced himself as Asmodeus, a greater demon who loved to mess with helpless souls. He told Magnus that turning away a person in need means he’s as heartless and soulless as his demon father and someone so cruel wouldn’t mind having their soul stolen from them.

Terrified of losing his soul to a demon, Magnus begged him to have mercy, to give him another chance to prove he has a soul. Finding his panic interesting, Asmodeus agreed to his request, but with a price.

He put a curse on Magnus and all the people in his castle. They were to be confined to the castle, never to leave again until Magnus could break the curse. He put the Witchlight in Magnus’s hands, making glow in a ray of rainbow light.

He said, “I’ll be generous and give you a hundred years. You must fall in love with a Shadowhunter and have them love you in return. If you cannot do that by the time the light of the Witchlight goes out, then I won’t just take your soul. I’ll take the soul of every person in this castle.”

Magnus begged him to reconsider, knowing that it would be close to impossible to make a Shadowhunter fall in love with him. He couldn’t leave the castle to meet one, and a Shadowhunter loving a Downworlder was just unheard of. He didn’t want the other Downworlders to pay for his selfishness.

It was too late though, the curse was already cast, and Asmodeus vanished, his laughter fading into the night air.

Ninety-nine years passed, each day trapped behind stone walls with no sign of anyone coming to set them free. The more time passed, the more hope was lost. Magnus knew it was all hopeless. In the years since the Downworlders have been locked away, they seemed to be forgotten, wiped out of history. Now, Werewolves, Vampires, warlocks and other creatures were just stories in books.

No one knew to come save them, and Magnus lost all hope anyone ever would.

Chapter 1: A Most Peculiar Nephilim

Alec Pov- I walked into the city of Alicante taking in the nice silence of the morning. The mornings in Idris were always peaceful at sunrise, before the morning rush. Of course, it couldn’t last forever. The moment I stepped foot in Alicante, doors to the shops opened and everyone started moving around in a hurry.

It was a shame that Shadowhunters couldn’t seem to take time to relax. They are always on the move, preparing for possible wars and protecting mundanes. Even my own family seems to always be doing something. I don’t remember the last time we were all together.

“look who decided to come into town” my best friend Jace called out to me. His family owned a weapons shop and he was sweeping the street in front of it. I smiled walking up to him, “you make it sound like I’ve been hiding away in my home forever. I was here two days ago.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning against the store building and crossing his arms. “You left your house to go to the library. That’s the only place you ever go.” I crossed my arms glaring, “now that is not true at all. I stopped at your family store to buy some more arrows. I have been busy training, which is something you should try occasionally.”

Jace rolled his eyes at that. “Oh please, everyone knows you do more reading then training. If it was possible to shoot an arrow while reading I’m sure you would do it. You always have your nose in a book.”

“Which is also something you should try occasionally. It wouldn’t kill you to pick up a book,” I said walking away. He leaned his broom against the building before following me down the road. “It wouldn’t be a bad thing if you were actually reading something useful. With how much you read, you could be a scholar instead of being on the battle field. You don’t read the codex or the gray book. You read fictional stories that aren’t even true.”

“All the stories are true” I pointed out, stopping in front of the library. He shook his head, “not these ones Alec. Stories about angels, Jonathan Shadowhunter and the story of our history is real. Stories about Vampires, Werewolves, and warlocks are just ridiculous. There’s no such thing as magic or creatures that are half demon, yet have souls.”

I sighed, shaking my head, “why would there be stories of them if they didn’t exist?” He shrugged, “I don’t know Alec. Maybe mundanes wrote them and they somehow ended up in our library. The point is, you should stop wasting your time with fiction and start focusing more on your training. You’re my Parabatai and we need to be at our best.”

I sighed laying my head on the wall before looking back at him. “Fine, I promise I will stay out of the ‘fiction’ section in the library. I really do need to get some research material for the next mission we get sent on. Is that alright with you?”

He looked at me skeptically before nodding, turning and walking back to the store. I watched him, making sure he left, before I made my way into the library. Lucian Graymark was standing at the desk, smiling when I walked in.

“I was wondering when you would be back Alexander.” I smiled at that, “I was here two days ago, Luke.” He shrugged, “you usually come here every day so I was surprised when you didn’t show up yesterday.” “It wasn’t my choice. I was behind on my training and my father took notice. He made sure I was stuck in the training room all day yesterday.”

He nodded, taking the book I handed him. “I understand. What did you think of your latest read?” I smiled excitedly, “it was amazing Luke. The lore of Werewolves is so interesting. I feel sorry for them when they get turned. They can’t control their anger and could just hurt anyone around them… or at least they would if they were real.”

“Who says they aren’t? After all, all the stories are true, right?” I sighed, “that’s what I told Jace but he just told me I was being foolish. Everyone in Idris thinks the possibilities of Downworlders ever existing is ridiculous. What’s so ridiculous about it?”

“Nephilim have a hard time believing anything our angel can’t explain. An angel rising from a lake and giving a mundane the mortal instruments is believable, but someone being able to use magic and turn into a wolf is not. That’s just the way our kind works.”

I sighed, walking over to the Nephilim archives. “Well I think that’s so close minded. I don’t see why these creatures couldn’t exist.” Luke watched me in silence for a moment before asking, “why are you looking through the archives?”

“I sort of promised Jace that I would stay out of the ‘fiction’ section of the library.” That just caused Luke to smile. “Jace isn’t here now, is he?” I looked back at him thinking before smiling, “no, no he’s not.”

I looked around to make sure no one else was nearby, but no surprise, I was the only person here. I smiled, making my way to the section about Downworlders and skimming the shelves for something new. I have already read everything about vampires, werewolves, fay and even mermaids. I found a couple books on warlocks but there were so few of them that it seemed impossible to fully understand them. All I do know is they are born from mundane mothers and demon fathers.

“Do you got anything new,” I called out to Luke frowning. He left his desk and grabbed a latter on wheels, pulling it over to me. “Nothing new, but I don’t think you’ve checked the top shelves yet. There could be something interesting up there.”

I thanked him before putting the latter in place and climbing up it. There weren’t many books on the top shelf and it was so dusty, it was hard to see the covers clearly. I grabbed a book, going to look it over and a cloud of dust formed in the air, causing me to sneeze.

The sneeze came out so hard that the latter started to fall backwards and I had to quickly grab onto the shelf to stop it. Luckily the latter did stop falling, but books on the top shelf fell to the ground by how hard I grabbed on.

“You okay up there Alec,” Luke asked looking up at me. I nodded frowning, “sorry about the mess.” He just shrugged and started cleaning it up. I watched him for a moment before looking back at the shelf, “Hand them to me. I’ll put them… back…”

My attention was taken away from the mess when a small black leather bound book caught my eye. It was laying on its side covered in dust and was originally hidden away under the books that fell. I grabbed the book, blowing the dust off it before looking it over.

There was no title. The cover was made of leather but was worn by time and the pages seemed yellow and a little stiff. “How old it this book,” I asked myself, climbing down from the latter. Once I was on the floor, I opened the book and gasped, seeing it wasn’t printed, but hand written in ink.

“I’ve never seen a hand-written story book before. Do you know what this is Luke,” I asked; handing it to him. He put the other books he was holding under his arm before taking the one I was holding and opening it. After a moment, he smiled saying, “this isn’t a story book at all. It’s a personal journal.”

He turned the page toward me and pointed to some initials at the end of the page. “See these two letters? They are signed after every entry. That is a clear sign of being someone’s journal.” I looked at where he was pointing and sure enough, there were the initials M.B written at the bottom of the page.

“I think I want to look at it for a little while. Is that okay,” I asked; taking the book back from him. He nodded gathering the rest of the fallen books and climbing the latter to put them back in place. “I don’t see why not.”

“Sorry again for the mess,” I said before walking over to a table and cracking open the journal. I bit my lip in excitement reading over the first entry, wondering what I would find.

January 1st 1815

I am starting to feel a change in the wind. I have a bad feeling about the future of Downworlder kind. Us Warlocks are dwindling by the day. Many of us have been disappearing without an explanation. I have come to believe that Nephilim are responsible even though no one else seems to think otherwise. We have always lived in peace both Shadowhunters and Downworlders.

The others do not see a reason why they would betray us, but I know better. Nephilim may be half mundane but they are also half angel. No matter what, angels will always think themselves better than others. Especially creatures’ decedent from demons like Warlocks.

I have tried to warn other warlocks of the danger we are in but no one seems to listen. They think I am young and paranoid over possible betrayal that will never come to pass. I hope they are right. I truly wish to be wrong about the Nephilim betraying us.

Without peace, there is only war. If the Nephilim and Downworlders go to war, then it will surely end in disaster on both sides. If warlocks like me keep vanishing, then there will be no way we could ever win a war. Maybe that’s what the Nephilim are planning. Maybe they already figured all this out and are acting accordingly.

One can only hope to be wrong, and I do so hope that I am wrong.

January 1st 1815 – M.B

I frowned curious on what this could mean. It was obviously hand written and is meant to look like a journal entry, yet the person writing is referring to themselves as a warlock. That’s not possible though since Warlocks don’t exist. Maybe this really is a storybook written in the style of a journal. That seems more likely than an actual warlock having written this.

One thing is for sure though, I want to read more of this book. Standing up, I closed the book and took it over to Luke’s desk smiling. “If you don’t mind Luke, I would like to check this one out,” I said, putting the book on his desk.

He looked at it for a moment before sliding it back toward me. “No need to check it out Alec. Just keep it.” This surprised me. “Are you sure? I don’t mind just checking it out for a little bit.” He shook his head, “I was watching you read it and you seemed very into it. I doubt anyone else will ever be interested in it so it’s fair that you keep it.”

I smiled, picking up the book. “Well thank you Luke. I promise to take great care of it.” He smiled and with that, I turned and walked out of the library. I was excited to get home and read this story cover to cover. Let’s just hope that when I get there, I won’t be forced into training.

“I should have known better,” I sighed, holding up my bow, aiming my arrow at a target. My sister Isabelle laughed, leaning against the wall holding her platinum whip. “Dad found out that you went to the library again. He figured if you had time to waste reading pointless stories, then you have time to train.”

“I keep telling you all that those stories aren’t pointless,” I mumbled, letting my arrow fly and hit its target across the room. “That’s a matter of opinion,” Izzy said, watching as I went to retrieve the arrow.

“Maybe if you all took the time to read them, or in your case anything, then you would see the value of these stories.” Isabelle rolled her eyes at that before lashing her whip at my arrow, making it wrap around it and pull it out of the wall. “You’re the only one who thinks those stories are valuable. You’re getting Max into that stuff too and dad isn’t happy about it.”

“What am I not happy about,” dad asked, walking into the training room. We both turned to face him, standing straight to be respectful. “We were talking about Alec’s reading habits,” Isabelle said, making me glare at her.

“She’s right Alexander. You could be doing a lot more useful things with your time. If You’re going to get a seat on the council, you need to prove that you’re worthy.” I sighed, crossing my arms, “I never said I wanted to be on the council.”

“Of course, you will. Every Lightwood has been on the council, so, why wouldn’t you? You’ll be a member of the council and then someday, you’ll become an Inquisitor like me.” “I don’t want to be Inquisitor,” I mumbled glancing away.

“Please Alexander, being Inquisitor runs in the family. You’re great, great, great grandfather was Inquisitor. As was your great, great grandfather, my father, and myself. You’re next in line to uphold the family tradition.”

“Why can’t Isabelle become the Inquisitor,” I asked, crossing my arms frowning. Dad laughed at that, shaking his head. “Alexander, you can’t be serious. Isabelle is an amazing warrior but there has never been a woman Inquisitor and there never will be.”

Isabelle frowned at that but didn’t say anything about it. It may be 2017 but Nephilim are very old fashioned people. Women have rights and are equal to men for most things. They can be council members but they can’t ever be higher than that; Inquisitor especially.

I would make the point that Max could be Inquisitor someday but it would have been a lost cause. I’m the oldest so it’s my responsibility. My life has been planned for me and there was no way I could stop it. I never really minded though. If I can spend every day with my family, then it’s enough. At least… it used to be.

Lately I’ve been feeling like there’s more out there for me. Like… like I have a greater purpose.

“I came in here for a reason,” father said, turning to face Isabelle. “Isabelle, there’s a mission for you and Jace out of Idris. Our main portal in the Accords Hall is down so you’ll have to go into the forest and use the one by the waterfall.

I frowned, “wait, Isabelle and Jace? Why aren’t Jace and I going, or the three of us? Jace is my Parabatai so shouldn’t I go as well?” He shook his head, “you have been slacking Alexander and haven’t earned the right to go on a mission. You’ll be staying here to train and study real books.”

“You can’t let Jace and Isabelle go on a mission without me. Something could happen and they could get hurt. They both need me there to keep an eye on them and protect them.” “Jace and I can handle this Alec. I think we’re old enough to handle ourselves on a mission,” Isabelle said shrugging.

I raised an eyebrow at her. “You and Jace are always getting into trouble when we go on missions. You can’t be trusted to not goof around.”

“They will be alright without you Alec. Have some faith in your sister and Parabatai,” father said, making me want to roll my eyes. He doesn’t go on missions with them so he doesn’t see the things I see. Jace and Isabelle can be serious when they want to be but most of the time, they are easily distracted and get themselves into idiotic situations.

“When do we leave,” Isabelle asked, smirking at me. “You should leave tomorrow. You’ll go through the forest portal to New York and you’ll help the Morgensterns’ at the Institute for a while.”

Isabelle groaned at that, “I’ll have to deal with Jace and Jonathan Morgensterns’ rivalry? That’s really annoying.” Valentine and Jocelyn Morgenstern run the Institute in New York and they have two children Clary and Jonathan. Jace is in love with Clary so Jonathan, being the protective brother he is, doesn’t think Jace is good enough for her.

“Maybe Alec should go with us,” Isabelle said, worry in her voice. “He’s the only one who can stop Jace from fighting with Jonathan.” Father shook his head no, “Alexander will be staying here. Jace is old enough to handle himself.”

Isabelle was right though. Once those two got going there was no stopping them. Half the time I would have to literally drag him out of the room they were in. Isabelle is capable of doing that but not if the fighting gets to a certain point.

“You both have your orders and you will follow them. Am I understood,” father asked, looking between us. We both nodded and he nodded back, heading for the door. “You both may head to bed. It’s getting late and you both have a lot to do tomorrow.”

Isabelle and I stood in silence for a little while before she gave me a one-armed hug and headed to her room. I glanced over at my arrows wondering if I should keep training but decided against it and went to my room.

After a long hot shower, I lit Witchlight on my bedside table and pulled out my new book. There was a short time when we lived in New York. My parents were the original leaders of the New York Institute but once father became Inquisitor, we all moved to Idris where there is no electricity. It took me a while to get used to reading under the low glow of the Witchlight, but I was used to it now.

“I should get to sleep, but reading one journal entry shouldn’t hurt, right?” I bit my lip in excitement, pulling open the book and turning it to the second entry.

March 20th, 1815

Today didn’t go the way I thought it would. I came to the Accords Hall with the intention of Signing the Accord treaty to symbolize another year of peace. I was to represent the warlocks while my good friends Woolsey Scott, and Camille Belcourt represented the Werewolves and Vampires. There were others there for the Fay and Mermaids but I don’t know them personally.

The meeting started the same as it always did. We have dinner with the Nephilim and then we start talking about treaty agreements while the Nephilim servants ‘discreetly’ throw away the plates we Downworlders used, like they were poisoned.

Things were peaceful until suddenly, Woolsey stood up and started screaming at the Nephilim. He said that Shadowhunters have been tormenting packs and taking advantage of the Accord laws to hurt them. Of course, the Shadowhunters denied the allegations which caused Camille to also stand up and speak her mind. She claimed that the Shadowhunters were killing Vampires for no reason.

I tried to calm everyone down but my pleas fell onto deaf ears. Before I knew it, a fight was breaking out between everyone and by the end of it, there was a seraph blade in Woolsey’ chest and Camille was turned to ash.

The accords still haven’t been signed. With both the Werewolf and Vampire representatives killed, Downworlders are going to want justice. They aren’t going to take this lying down and neither am I. Woolsey was my best friend. As for Camille… well let’s just say her sudden death pains me deeply.

War between Nephilim and Downworlders is sure to break out and I don’t know how to feel about it. I warned the Downworlders that the Nephilim are turning against us but they didn’t want to believe me. They have no choice to listen, but now it’s too late. There are barely any warlocks left in the world.

The only Warlocks left are Ragnor Fell, Catarina Loss, Malcom Fade, and myself. Ragnor and Catarina would never be involved in a war. Ragnor doesn’t care to fight and Catarina is a nurse so she’d never hurt a fly. As for Malcom… he’s not the most reliable person to have work with you during a war.

I’m the only magical being left to help the Downworlders and I can’t help but feel crushed by that pressure. If my magic isn’t good enough, I wouldn’t just lose two friends; I would lose all of them and my own life.

I don’t care about putting my own life in danger but I do worry for my friends. Hopefully, this war doesn’t come to pass… but the chances of that are slim.

March 20th 1815 – M.B

I closed the book frowning, thinking about everything I just read. Talk of treaties and war, Nephilim killing people who were supposed to be allies? That just sounds so horrible. I know that Warlocks and Downworlders are supposed to be fake but that journal entry… I could feel the fear in their words. Fear, sadness from losing their friends, being all alone yet needing to fight? It’s all so much to wrap my head around.

I looked over the initials M.B, running my fingers over it. Who is this M.B? They say they’re a warlock but what else? Are they male? Female? Since they call themselves a warlock it must be Male. He seemed to have a romantic relationship with that Camille girl who died. Her death seemed to be the hardest for him to talk about.

For a moment, I considered reading the next journal entry to see if a war did indeed result from the meetings. I have training to do in the morning and will be seeing Jace and Isabelle off on their mission, so I needed sleep.

Sighing, I put the book under my pillow and grabbed the Witchlight, putting it out. If there really was a Downworlder war, there may be secret files in the library. After seeing off Jace and Isabelle I can go and have a mission of my own.

Jace Pov- “It’s still so dark outside, why do missions always have to be so early,” I whined, rubbing my eyes tiredly. Isabelle nodded in agreement, tiredly braiding her hair half-heartedly. Alec rolled his eyes before grabbing Isabelles hair and properly braiding it.

“This is your first mission without me so you need to be on guard and act responsible. If something goes wrong, make sure to send me a fire message right away and I will come help you. I don’t care what dad says.”

“Alec relax, will you? Isabelle and I can handle one little mission without you.” Isabelle nodded, wrapping her platinum whip around her wrist. “I do wish we didn’t have to go through the woods though. It’s been raining a lot so I’m sure the woods are super muddy.”

“You’ll be taking horses so you won’t have to walk through the mud. Please tell me you’ll be careful while going through the woods and actually look at the map. Don’t try to make your way through without it.”

We both nodded, rolling our eyes. “Alec, we know where we are going so just relax. We will be home in a couple days. You need to focus on training and not reading fictional books.” “I will do whatever I want, thank you very much,” he mumbled, crossing his arms.

We both laughed at him before climbing up on our horses. I took on more look at Alec, already missing my Parabatai. Who knows how long we will be in New York so it may be a while before we see each other again. “You take care of yourself Alec. Don’t be goofing around.”

This caused him to roll his eyes, “when do I ever goof around. Who do you think you’re talking to?” I laughed shaking my head before leaving with Isabelle, heading for the woods. She looked back toward Alec before looking at me frowning. “Are you sure we will be able to do this without him? Alec is always with us, we’ve never had a mission without him before.”

“We’ll be fine if we keep a cool head,” I said, pulling the map out of my saddle bag. She scoffed at that. “You’re the one who needs to keep a cool head. I don’t want you fighting with Jonathan Morgenstern while we’re in New York. Alec is the only one who knows how to separate you two and I don’t want to get hurt trying.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” I sighed, grabbing my Witchlight to hold over the map. Maybe leaving so early in the morning was a bad idea. It’s dark and I was having a hard time seeing the map even with the light.

The sound of thunder crashed in the sky causing both Isabelle and I to look up. Even in the dark, I could see gray clouds building for a bad storm. “We need to find the waterfall portal before this storm comes.”

Isabelle nodded, flicking the wrings on her horse to make it go a little faster. I put the map and Witchlight away before doing the same. It was hard to see the map, so the best bet would be to try to find the waterfall on our own.

We wandered the woods for about an hour. The sun finally rose but the clouds kept it hidden so the lighting wasn’t any better. Robert said that it should take us twenty minutes to get to the waterfall. The fact that it’s been an hour means we were lost.

“Without Alec for an hour and we’re already screwing up,” Isabelle groaned, laying her head on the back of her horses’ neck. Loud thunder crackled in the sky, causing Isabelles’ horse to panic. He stood up on his back hooves causing Isabelle to be thrown off.

I quickly jumped off my horse, catching Isabelle before she could crash into a tree. She thanked me before frowning, seeing her horse run off. “It’s okay, we can both ride of my horse,” I said assuring her. As I said that, lightning hit a branch, causing it to catch on fire and fall to the ground in front of my horse.

It panicked, backing away and quickly turning around, coming the way it came. Before it ran away though, the saddle bag caught on a branch and broke away from the horse. “The maps going to burn,” Isabelle yelled, seeing the fire get closer to the bag.

I quickly got up, going over to the branch and tore the bag off it before it could catch on fire. Backing away, I wondered how we could stop the fire before it destroyed the entire wood grounds.

A little luck seemed to be on our side as rain started pouring down hard, causing the fire to be extinguished. “What should we do now,” Isabelle asked, trying to pull her legs out of the mud. I frowned looking around, wondering what Alec would do in this situation.

Just when I was about to start panicking, a castle standing a little way away caught my eye. I stood up shocked, not knowing that someone lived in these woods, let alone someone special enough to have a castle.

“Do you see that castle over there Izzy,” I asked, hoping I wasn’t going crazy. She struggled to stand next to me but once she got there, her eyes widened in surprise. “I see it. What’s a castle doing in Idris? This makes no sense.”

“It doesn’t matter if it makes sense or not. It’s a place to shelter us from the rain so we need to find a way inside. Hopefully it’s abandoned and we won’t be intruding.” Isabelle nodded and we both treaded through the mud, making our way to the castle.

When we stood in front of black gates, I took a moment to really look at the castle. It was a black gothic architecture that was reaching for the sky. If the trees didn’t hide it, I’m sure we would be able to see it from Alicante.

The air around the building screamed unwelcoming but we had no choice but to try to get in. I hesitantly put my hand on the gate, preparing for it to shock me or something, to my surprise though, it opened without a hitch.

Isabelle and I glanced at each other before going through the gate, running up to the front porch to shield ourselves from the pounding rain. “At least we’re out of the rain,” Isabelle said, grabbing her braided ponytail and wringing the water out of it.

“Yeah but it’s freezing out here. We aren’t any better off just standing on the porch.” I turned to the double doors in front of me, surprised there weren’t any handles to open the door with. “It looks like whoever lived in this castle doesn’t want anyone getting in,” Isabelle sighed.

“Even so, we need somewhere warm to stay. I’m sure if anyone lives here, they will understand that we need help.” Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my stele, putting it to the door and using an unlocking rune. Isabelle frowned, grabbing my arm. “Jace, maybe we shouldn’t just break in.”

“You’re starting to sound like Alec,” I laughed, putting the stele back on the door and finishing the rune. After it was finished, it glowed and the door busted open like it was hit by a big gust of wind.

We made our way inside and I quickly closed the door before looking around in awe. The inside was huge, the ground covered in dark red carpet while the spiral staircase was made from white marble. There were huge chandeliers hanging on the ceiling but they were lit so dimly, I almost missed them completely.

“This place is amazing,” Isabelle awed, looking around. I nodded not having the words to say. What Shadowhunter owned this place? Did it used to be the Inquisitors home back in the old days?

“I’m just saying that giving me drunk blood was a low blow and you should at least say you’re sorry,” A voice came from above us. When Isabelle and I looked up, we saw two young men walking down the spiral staircase. They were both very pale but both seemed very different.

One had messy brown hair, brown eyes and a goofy grin on his face. He was also wearing a faded T-shirt that had a mundane cartoon on it. The other guy was a lot neater. He had slick black hair and wore tailored pants and jacket. The shirt under the jacket was a dark red dress shirt that added to the look of class.

“If you were smart, you would have smelled the tainted blood and known to avoid it. It’s not my fault you’re such an idiota,” the classy guy said before looking up, stopping on the steps when he seen us. The goofy guy looked at him confused before looking ahead at us. When he got a good look at us, his face lit up in excitement.

“Raphael, look. Guests! Nephilim guests!” The classy guy, Raphael, glared at us, getting off the steps and in front of us so fast, I didn’t even have time to blink. “How did you do that,” I asked shocked.

“I’ll ask the questions around here. Who are you and what are you doing here?” Isabelle frowned, “we were looking for the waterfall portal and we got lost. It started raining and we stumbled across this castle.”

“Well stumble somewhere else. You aren’t welcome here, so leave.” The other guy frowned, running up to us with the same speed Raphael did. How were they doing that?

“Raphael don’t send them away. They’re Nephilim, one of them could be the one to-” “No Simon! You know what would happen if he saw them here. They need to leave now.” Simon grabbed his arm frowning. “We don’t have a lot of time left Rafe. These Nephilim had to come here for a reason. There’s two of them so there’s a chance he will like one of them.”

“Or he will kill them on sight,” Raphael yelled making Isabelle and I both flinch. Who were they talking about? Who would want to kill us just for coming here?

“What’s going on down here,” a female voice asked from another room. She walked into the hallway and stopped in surprise, seeing us. “Nephilim,” she said softly. Simon turned to her frowning. “Tessa, tell Raphael that he can’t send them away. Magnus needs to meet them.”

Magnus? Who was Magnus,” I wondered, glancing over at Isabelle. She glanced back at me, also wondering who the mystery man was.

“Tessa, tell Simon that he’s crazy and Magnus has given up. The last thing he will want is false hope. I can already tell that he won’t fall in love with either of them,” Raphael hissed. I put my hands up quickly. “Woah, I’m not gay so whatever match making game you’re playing, keep me out of it.”

They all looked at me before going back to talking among each other. “You’re the deciding vote Tessa. What should we do?” Simon asked. Tessa stroked her chin in thought, strands of her brown hair falling out of her hair bun, making it fall a little bit in front of her face.

“I agree with both of you to an extent,” she said causing the other two to start an argument but she held up her hands, silencing them. “I agree that Magnus won’t want to see them. However, the weather outside is horrible so we can’t just throw them back out there. You can stay until the rain stops.”

Isabelle smiled at her, grateful for her help. Simon and Raphael both crossed their arms in irritation, neither seeming to be happy with Tessa’s choice. “I think you should at least try,” Simon mumbled.

“Stop moping and go make a fire in the sitting room.” Simon rolled his eyes, “sure go send the flammable guy to make the fire. I’ll go find Ragnor to do it,” he said before leaving. What was he freaking out for? Everyone is flammable, he makes it sound like the littlest burn will kill him.

“Ragnor won’t listen to you,” Raphael called out to him. Tessa hit him on the back, ‘he will listen to you though. Go ask Ragnor to make a fire for our gest’s. They look frozen to the bone.” Raphael walked away, mumbling something about Ragnor not wanting us to be here either.

Tessa shook her head at him before smiling at us. “I’m sorry about them. Come into the sitting room and I’ll get you some warm blankets and tea. Would you like something to eat?”

“The blankets and tea should be enough, thank you,” I said, walking into the sitting room with Isabelle. We sat on the floor in front of the unlit fireplace and Tessa crossed her arms frowning. “Now where is Ragnor to light this thing?”

“I’m right here,” a grumpy mellow voice came from the entryway. I looked back at him and froze in shock seeing he had green skin, white hair, and horns on his forehead. Isabelle was just as shocked, her mouth open like a fish.

“What? Never seen a warlock before,” He asked, causing me to frown. “Warlock? Like those fake creatures in Alec’s books?” This caused both him and Tessa to frown. “I guess they really did write us out of history,” Tessa sighed, walking out of the room to get the tea.

I watched her go before looking back at Ragnor. He swiped his hands around before flicking them at the fireplace, making green flames appear inside it. Isabelle stared at it wide eyed before looking back at him. “How did you do that?”

“It’s called magic. You wouldn’t know anything about it,” he said before walking out of the room. As he walked out, a lady with blue skin and white hair walking into the room. “You should have a checkup. You had to have been in the woods a long time to have found this castle. Even Nephilim can die from hypothermia.”

I frowned pulling up the sleeve of my jacket, looking at a bad scrap I got when catching Isabelle. “It’s alright, we can heal ourselves with steles. It will work faster than mundane medicine.”

“Who said anything about mundane medicine,” she asked, grabbing my arm and looking over the cut. “You got some dirt in it. I could easily get infected if left untreated.” I was about to pull my stele out but stopped when her hands glowed blue and she it over my cut. The moment the light toughed my skin, the pain started to numb. It was like a stele but without the burn.

Isabelle watched in shock before looking at the girls’ face. “Are you healing him with magic?” She nodded, taking her hand away once my arm was all healed. “That’s right, I’m a warlock. My name is Catarina Loss. You may have heard about me in history books.”

Isabelle and I both glanced at each other silently, causing Catarina to lose her grin. “They took me out of the history books?” “I’m afraid so,” I said still confused on what the hell was going on. Alec was so sure warlocks were real and now all of a sudden, we meet two of them.

If Alec was right about warlocks, then what else was he right about? “What other creatures are there in the world,” Isabelle asked, reading my mind.

There’s all kinds,” Tessa said, walking back into the room with a tray of tea. “The two boys you met on the stairs were Vampires. There’s also Fairies and werewolves living here as well. All the remaining Downworlders of the world live here in this castle. Sadly there aren’t a as many as we once had.”

“Wait? Downworlders? Are you telling me that Downworlders are real? My Parabatai reads stories about you but we all just thought he was crazy. You’re telling me that he was right all along?”

“We’ve been here so long that the world completely forgot about us,” Simon said walking back in the room, Raphael behind him carrying blankets. Simon took the blankets from him before putting one each around Isabelle and me.

“Why haven’t you left if you want the world to know about you,” Isabelle asked, pulling the blanket tighter around her. Simon sighed at the question. “Believe me, if I could leave I would have done it a long time ago.”

“What do you mean? You can’t leave this castle,” I asked confused. Raphael glared at Simon, “you’re saying too much idiota.” Tessa frowned at him before looking at me. “Our situation is… complicated. We all chose to willingly be here but at the time we thought we would be able to leave. That’s not the case anymore.”

“Is this Magnus person keeping you all prisoner here,” I asked frowning. Tessa shook her head no, frowning. “Magnus is the reason we can’t leave but it’s not him keeping us here. It’s… very complicated.” “So you’ve said,” I mumbled, not liking being out of the loop of things.

The green flames in the fireplace suddenly went out making the room and a cold chill filled the air. I had a feeling the chill wasn’t coming from the extinguished fire. My hunch was answered when a cold angry voice asked “what’s going on in here!?”

Isabelle and I turned, looking at the figure standing at the door. He couldn’t have been older than nineteen, his skin dark tan and his hair slightly spiked up with some kind of hair jell. He wore tight black skinny jeans with glitter on them and a dark purple short sleeved top, one of the sleeves draping below his shoulder.

His outfit was far from intimidating but his cat like eyes were. They were staring into my soul with angry thin slits and the power coming from him was suffocating. You could feel the pressure of it pushing down on you.

“M-Magnus, I thought you were still asleep,” Tessa said, standing between him and us. “I felt the wards on the door be broken so I came in investigate. Tell me what two Nephilim are doing in my sitting room. Just because Nephilim have forgotten about our treaty doesn’t mean I have. I have the right to kill them for being here.”

I got in front of Isabelle, pulling a seraph blade out of my bag and holding it in front of us in defense. If he wanted to try killing us, then I wouldn’t go down without a fight. Simon got in front of Tessa frowning. “Magnus please, they’re Nephilim. Maybe one of them can be the one to break the spell. Isn’t it worth a try to give them a chance?”

Magnus glared at him before looking at Isabelle and me. I glared daggers at him, not letting my guard down. “It would be a waste of time Simon. I don’t want either of them.” “The glow is already starting to dim. Is this really the time to be picky,” Simon asked; sounding desperate. Magnus sent his glare back at the vampire boy.

“It doesn’t work that way Simon. I’m not interested in them and they will never be interested in me so drop it.” Simon shrank back, moving over to Raphael and Magnus watched him before looking back at us.

“Look, we’re sorry that we trespassed on your lands. It was raining and we needed a place to take shelter. We will leave right away,” I pleaded, standing up with Isabelle. He scoffed, his cat eyes getting even more intense the longer he looked at us. “That’s cute, you think you can leave. Sorry to tell you, but you won’t ever be leaving this place again.”

This caused Tessa to frown. “Magnus, you said that they weren’t the ones. Why keep them here if they aren’t of any use to you?” Magnus rolled his eyes, turning his back to us. “Lock them in the dungeon in the top tower. They can rot there just like they let our people rot in their jails.”

I gritted my teeth, quickly standing up and running at Magnus, swinging my seraph blade down to stab him in the back. He quickly turned around lifting a finger, using magic to make me stop in place. I struggled to get out of his grasp but to no avail.

A smirk made its way across his face. “Well aren’t you a feisty one. Not very smart, are you? If you were, you would have known better than to try to attack me.” He flicked his finger, making me go flying into a wall and slamming to the floor.

“Magnus stop! Treating Nephilim like this is the reason this happened in the first place,” Simon yelled, but Raphael pulled him out of the room, stopping him from speaking out any further. I sat up, feeling pain shoot up my back from hitting the wall.

“I’ll decide what to do with the both of you later, until then get out of my sight.” He flicked his hand again and the next thing I knew, Isabelle and I were in a freezing dark room. I couldn’t see anything, not even my hand in front of my face.

I reached out in front of me, frowning when I felt bars. “I think we’re in a cell.” Isabelle reached into her pocket, pulling out her Witchlight making the small space be lit up. All that was around us was stone wall, floors and bars.

“Should we try to get out with weapons,” Izzy asked frowning. I shook my head, “he let us keep our steles and weapons. He wouldn’t have done that if there was any way they could help us.” She frowned looking at the stone in her hands. “So, what do you do?”

I thought about that for a moment before reaching into my bag, grabbing a piece of paper. “What are you going to with that,” she asked watching me. “I’m going to send a fire message to Alec. Hopefully it will go through and he’ll get it.”

“Why not send it to my father or the Clave? Alec can’t fight that guy by himself.” I shook my head, “if any has a chance to find us, it’s Alec. Maybe he will know how to deal with these people. He’s been spending all this time reading books about them after all.”

I pulled a pen out of my bag before starting to write a note.

Alec, Isabelle and I are in trouble. We never made it to New York. Instead we found a castle in the middle of the woods and took shelter there. That wasn’t a good idea, the owner put us in a dungeon and we have no way of getting out. You were right about everything so please come help us. You may be the only one who can.

I looked the message over before writing a rune on it, watching it burn. Once it was gone, Isabelle frowned at me. “What will we do if Alec can’t help us?” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. “Then we will find a way out ourselves. For now lets’ have faith in Alec.”

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