Malice looked around the Pandemonium club with her unusual anti-freeze colored eyes, with its usual blinding colored lights and deafening music. She always could be invisible, but she enjoyed the thrill of fooling the silly humans. She tucked her long
light pinkhair behind her ears and swished her lake blue dress out of habit, to help her think. She had always loved it here, so social, like home away from home.
She spotted a girl going through a door marked "No Admittance - Storage" in dripping red paint. Perfect, she thought, licking her lips. Glamouring herself to be invisible, she followed the girl though the swinging door.
As soon as Clary entered the room she heard Isabelle yell " Watch out!" and an arrow whistled past her ear and embedded itself in something behind her.
Malice lost control of her glamour as the arrow pierced her flesh, and became visible again as she fell down. A long gold whip lashed out at her from nowhere and immediately tied her to that same hated pillar. The gold of the whip burned her as italways
hadand she instinctively yelped in pain and drew out her claws. There were four people in the oddly bare room, two boys and two girls. She knew it had to be them, so full of cold mercy. She had been so stupid, nobody would go in a storageroom
without
somebody with them, except for them. "Shadowhunters" she spat, her voice dripping with bitter hatred of all the years past " You can't kill me and you should know it!".
"Why not?" said the shadowhunter girl she had followed, sweetly pulling out a short ruby-coloured dagger " After all, you only are a eidolon demon. Unlike a greater demon, you can be killed".
" Recognize anyone?" said Malice with a smile that reflected her name, her long pink hair turning into a familiar frenzy of electric blue hair, her lake blue dress turning into a red jacket and jeans, and only her anti-freeze colored eyes andmalicious
smileremained ever unchanging.
"You!" said the shadowhunter girl,her dagger clattering to the ground as Malice turned into a dust mite, leaving only her malicious laugh to haunt the room.
Clary wiped the demon ichor off her dress, breathing heavily. " What was that?" said Clary "How is that possible?".
" Easy" said Jace with a maddening air " It's a shapeshifter demon, it can be anyone or anything it wants"
"But what if it can't be killed?" said Clary, worryingly twisting her hair " What will we do if we have an invincible demon wreaking havoc in our dimension?"
" That'll never happen" said Jace reassuringly, the way he always did " Besides, then we'd just send it back to it's own dimension ".
"Last time, we were here a demon warned us about Valentine" said Clary, thinking " what if it was trying to warn us?"
" All demons are evil, why would they want to help us?" said Jace indifferent " Besides, they eat people"
" You're right, maybe I'm just being a worrywart" said Clary