Clary has a power. But even something that is stitched into every fibre of your being can be disloyal. It's a race against time for Jace and he will go to the deepest pit of hell to save his only love. But what if the only person he can turn to is someone he can never trust . . .
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"As I have learnt throughout my many decades on this spherical rock, a talent such as yours must be honed and perfected."
Clary tugged at a wild strand of her vivid red hair, trying to concentrate on her lecturer who was now prancing the length of the room (seemingly unhindered by his spangled fuchsia cowboy boots) that she had been spending her Christmas vacation cooped up in lately.
"So you've seen someone with my um – talent – before, then?" She inquired, resting her chin on her hands and squinting at the figure partly hidden by the heavy perfumed smoke.
"Nope." Magnus Bane was suddenly standing right in front of her grinning his cat like grin while gazing imperiously down at the pile of cushions on which she sat. "Your gift defies all my extensive knowledge, I hope you're happy!" He illustrated this predicament with a wild sweep of both arms, sending glitter flying from the folds in his silk dressing gown, landing on Clary's nose and hair.
"Why don't I show you what I can do? " She suggested.
"Excuse me! Which one of us is the famed high warlock who –"
"Okay, so what do you want to do?" Clary cut him off. Magnus paused.
"What you said. That was a good idea!"
Clary rolled her eyes as Magnus flopped down into a magenta arm-chair that she could've sworn hadn't been there before.
"Fine, what rune shall I draw?" Clary raised her sketchpad on her knees, her fingers twitching around her pen as they always did when she was about to draw.
"Mmmmmm. . . a killing rune? The Clave used them on themselves during the uprising to avoid any information finding its way to Valentine if they were caught."
Clary shuddered at her father's name but pressed on. "So what kind of – um" she hesitated "death did you have in mind?"
"Hmmm" Magnus absent mindedly scratched behind Chairman Meow's ears who was perched on his lap, observing Clary through wide eyes. "How about gradual decline, the person who bears this mark shall have to endure their body cells dying one by one until it reaches the heart."
He nodded sagely as Clary raised her eyebrows.
"What? If I'm not allowed to be slightly morbid after watching The Ring-"
He stopped as Clary shook her head and put her pen to the paper.
Of course neither the warlock nor the girl could be aware of the nightmare that they were about to unleash –
No-one should be able to create death should they? But unthinking as they were of these great but unnoticed factors, the pen in Clary's slim fingers continued to scrawl the remainder of her future -
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Yay my first ever fan fic! I'm sorry about the short chapter but I have quite a few of them so ^_^ I know Jace isn't in this chapter but it is the prolouge and he's got the whole first chapter devoted to him so I don't think he'll mind. And Magnus was really fun to write about so I don't mind.
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