The crescent moon hung above the city of London, half obscured by the clouds, sending an eerie glow down onto the streets and alleyways.
A group of hooded figures strode down the darkened streets, unseen to anyone, an intentional move, for once their mission was to not draw attention.
They reached their destination, striding through the door, without even a single motion of welcoming.
The man was waiting for them, seated in an overstuffed armchair. His hair was tied back in a ponytail, his cat eyes glimmering in the darkness, hands placed in his lap expecting their visit.
"What a lovely surprise," His voice was cool and smooth, completely unabashed.
"Magnus Bane," One of the men took down his hood, revealing his lilac skin and black eyes.
"Elias Wood," Magnus teased, a small smile playing on the corner of his lips.
"I imagine you know why we are here tonight," Elias spoke, tilting his head to one side.
"Of course, I presume you're angry," Magnus raised an eyebrow, surveying his unwelcome visitors.
"Furious rather," A woman spoke, but Elias raised his hand to silence her.
"You killed our commander,"
"That I did," Magnus replied, his voice continuing on the same level, complete calm.
"You must understand that we don't take kindly to you destroying our work from the last two hundred years,"
"You sound remarkably calm for someone who's lost their main purpose in life," Magnus smirked, locking eyes with Elias.
"Warlocks are good at hiding their emotions, you should know that."
"I was under the impression; due to the recent spike in both Downworlder and Shadowhunter deaths; that your commander was of malicious intent,"
The group of Downworlders in front of Magnus remained silent.
"I did what had to be done Eli," Magnus said calmly, clasping his fingers together in front of him.
The lilac skinned warlock shot a glare at the calm man where he sat and then gave a small smile. "So be it Bane, but believe me, this is not the end,"
The group of cloaked warlocks turned to leave as Magnus gave a low chuckle.
"What do you plan to do Elias?" Magnus' eyes shined, a hint of jovial amusement hiding behind his cat pupils.
Elias smiled back, his smile not reaching his eyes. "You know as well as I do, how long a warlock can hold a grudge,"
And with that the group left, leaving Magnus in silence.