Pandemonium, it was the Brooklynn club that Magnus Bane owned. It was the club of the downworlders. Every night was interesting Magnus never knew what to expect from his most welcome guest. However there was something different about tonight. There was something in the air tonight and Magnus as powerful as he was, Magnus was not entirely sure what that something was.

Magnus Bane was the high warlock of Brooklynn and that did not come with its many perks. Being immortal in general had many perks. With a snap of his fingers, he could have anything that his heart desired. Of course, this created somewhat of a cult of followers. They would do almost anything Magnus asked of them. It was boring really, and Magnus easily tired of them. Already this evening Magnus wanted to send them all away.

Magnus Bane looked across the room in complete wonder. What had started off as a completely ordinary night had been completely opposite of ordinary. The entire downworld was talking about it, everyone was frightened. Valentine had no regard for life, he certainly did not have any regard for the life of a downworlder.

Just as he had dismissed thoughts of Valentine and what would happen to the entire downworld if it was true. If he really was back he saw a blast from the past. It was Joselyn Fairchild. Yes, if his memory served him right it was about time for her to bring Clary to see him. However, he doubted that Joselyn would bring here to a place crawling with downworlders.

It was in that moment that something caught his eye there were three shadowhunters stalking across the club. One was a young girl about 16 or 17 she was wearing a short silver dress and a platinum blond wig. There were two other boys were here stalking behind her carefully. It was then that Magnus noticed the taller of the two boys. The dark hair and those blue eyes stirred something inside Magnus that had been dead for a long time.

Of course, Magnus knew that blue eyes were quite common. He had always had a thing for blue eyes, however, these eyes were different somehow. In just an instant it had been as he had seen into this boys soul. Blue eyes and dark hair, they really were the best combination, Magnus thought to himself as the three shadowhunters slipped behind some curtains that were for guest that wanted some privacy. Though Magnus was sure they wanted privacy for an entirely different reason.

Not even moments later the red head girl slipped behind the curtain that the shadowhunters hand just slipped through. It was then that he studied her more carefully, yes, she did resemble Joselyn but it was not her. However, it could be the child of Joselyn that she had tried to keep hidden from the shadow world for so many years.

Magnus thought it was ironic, that every few years Joselyn would bring Clary to Magnus's doorstep and beg him to take her memories. Not even Magnus Bane said no when money was involved. Sure if Magnus thought about it too long he could feel guilty and wonder about some of his life choices.

Instead, Magnus Bane liked to think about the boy with the blue eyes and the dark hair. There was something about him that well something that made Magnus smile. Of course, the eyes and his hair were incredible, but there was more to it than just that. There was something about the way he carried himself. It was, Magnus thought to himself; almost humbling.

The other shadowhunter had been rough around the edges and had blond hair. Boring! The Lightwood boy had been slender, muscular and yet not too muscular. He carried himself with a sort of grace that many shadowhunters did not have. Then suddenly chaos was erupting all around the club, and right at that moment, Magnus saw two shadowhunters with circle runes on their neck.

Though it did not seem fair to call either of the two men shadowhunters. He had known many shadowhunters and they had been with honor. Even if they looked down on the downworld they had always fought with honor. Valentine's men had never done any such thing. In Magnus's eyes, they were all cowards.

So the rumors are true Magnus thought to himself as he stood up and walked across the room.

"Circle members aren't welcome at my club"

"No worries warlock, it's all ancient history," It was the white one that spoke.

"Really, to me it seemed like a blink of an eye" in that very moment the other, much darker shadowhunter boy rushed towards Magnus. As if he had anything against his power, please the very idea was comical.

In that moment a very stern look appeared on Magnus's face and a blue steam came from his hand suffocating the man. Almost like one of those mundane objects that they used for concerts and such. He couldn't remember the name of them right off hand. However, it mattered not.

The man began to squirm and cry out in pain as Magnus held him only a matter of mere inches about the ground. Honestly was this the shadowhunters Valentine was creating now? It was almost comical the way they cried out in agony.

"We've endured worse" the man whose feet were about four inches the ground cried.

"No…you've inflicted worse." Magnus said with his cat eyes showing "Leave…" he said as he gently put the man down.

Both men turned around and ran for the door.

This only meant one thing; the rumors were true. Valentine was still alive or had come back somehow. Magnus knew that he had to hide, he had to run. He looked at his many friends around the club, his club he had to do something to protect them. He may not have children, but the downworld would always have Magnus Bane's protection.

A moment later the same red hair girl came running not paying attention to where she was going brushing past everyone in the club. Not watching she was going to run smack dab into Magnus Bane. Magnus looked down at the girl. No, this girl was not Joselyn, it was, however, her daughter Clary Fray.