The Mortal Instruments
Fan-Fiction
Isabelle turned around to finish off the last Moloch demon but found that Clary already had. The 2 girls were just leaving the club where they met a vampire willing to give information on all the deaths that had been happening. Outside the club they found a group of 5 Moloch demons in the alley which were now back in their own dimensions. "Nice fighting," Isabelle panted to Clary. "We'd better get back to the Institute and tell them what we've learned."
Clary nodded, also panting, unable to speak through her ragged breaths. Both girls turned to the open end of the alley, just to find 7 more Moloch demons waiting for them. "By the Angel, how many are there?" Isabelle gasped in amazement. "We might need to call back-up."
Clary pulled out her cell and called speed-dial #1. "Hey, where are you? We were supposed to be training by now." Jace sounded annoyed by the fact that Clary was late for her practice with him but happy that she called.
"Shut up," she hissed, trying not to set off the demons. "We need help. The alley beside Dave's Bar. At least 7 Moloch demons blocking the entry to the alley. Hurry." And without letting him reply, she hung up.
"Back up. Slow. Don't look away from them." Isabelle whispered under her breath. Moloch demons traveled in groups. They have super sharp claws and eyes that shoot flames, but, what many people didn't know is that they are very stupid and very easy to trick. They can't see but their hearing and sense of smell is amazing. Clary takes off her jacket and slowly balls it up. Each Moloch swiveled its head her way. She slowly raised her hand, clutching the jacket ball, and threw it at the wall, where it hit near their ugly heads. All their attention was on the jacket that smelled of humans. This gave Isabelle and Clary a chance. They sprang forward—seraph blades flashing in the streetlight's glow—and took out one of the fiery creatures, if they even deserved to be called creatures. They were something much worse than a creature that tears through your garbage, leaving you a mess. This is more like, one small mistake, and you're burned to death.
Of course, after the first Moloch they took out, the others had figured out the jacket was not alive and were charging toward their real targets. Clary and Isabelle jumped back as fire shot towards them. The demons were closing in as the girls backed toward a dead-end wall.