Chapter 1

"Jace!" Alec shouted as he darted forward, hand at his belt instinctively reaching for his seraph blade. Isabelle leapt forward and whipped out the golden band wrapped around her model thin waist, ready to lash at the terrifying demon that was advancing rather quickly towards her fellow unarmed shadowhunter. The demon had finally lowered its guard, and the lucky the trio from the New York institute had just happened to stumble across this rare opportunity. They were going to take it down and send it back to the cold unforgiving tunnels of hell – where it rightfully belonged.

As usual, Jace charged towards it like a total stuck up idiot, as if facing a 10 feet tall greater demon alone was commonplace. However, in a very un-Jace-like manner, this time he screwed up spectacularly. As he dashed towards the massive pile of foulness that towered over his small blonde self, he drew his angel blade with style and ran while it lit up the gloomy Sunday morning of New York City. Unfortunately, during his outlandish performance that drew both the attention of his friends and the demon, he was unaware of the small brown blunt object sticking out distinctly from the ground in his path, so with a cry, Jace tripped and fell face first into the wet grass.

If the situation had allowed it, Alec would be the first to be doubled over on the floor, laughing his insides out, however, Jace's dramatic announcement had caught the attention of the Demon, and it wasn't pleased. With a grunt it turned its mass around and trudged towards his parabatai, who lay still with his seraph blade a few feet out of reach.

Alec reacted off instincts and ran towards his partner. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see his sister with her beautiful dark hair flowing behind her, was also heading towards his destination with her whip in hand. The distance between himself and Jace shortened with every step as he pumped his legs harder, straining to keep his pace as he advanced uphill. All of a sudden he felt a jerk on his ankle, and before he knew it, he was falling fast. Even with his enhanced shadowhunter instincts there was no stopping his face plant as the grip on his ankle tightened and tugged harshly, forcing him to abandon the seraph blade in his hand while it dragged him through the wet grass like a slug.

He tried to stop himself, digging his nails into the ground, but his fingers slipped on the softened earth and he was helplessly being towed away from his parabatai. Out of panic and desperation, Alec could only do what years of shadowhunting taught him. He reached to his belt and drew a second seraph blade swiftly, and with all his might he planted it into the soft muddy soil in front of him.

He allowed himself a small sigh of relief as it took effect. He could feel himself coming to a halt as the blade made a deep gash in the ground in front of him. He gripped the hilt of the blade with one hand while reaching with his other for his spare set of knives. With a small but skilled flick of his wrist, he cut whatever was keeping him down, thankfully releasing his ankle.

What the hell was that?

Izzy saw it before it happened and started running towards Jace. "That idiot" she cursed to herself before her brain rummaged through plans that could save Jace's ass.

He was still on the ground, obviously disoriented and probably in shock and Izzy wondered silently what hurt more, his face or his pride. There was no way he could reach his weapon in time before the demon reached him and tore him apart. Izzy did the maths roughly, if she was right, then she would make it just in time to kick the demon's ass before it rips Jace's off.

The demon seemed to have worked it out as well, and with a smirk, quickened its pace. It eyed its prize like a pot of gold, and wasn't going to give up without a fight. Izzy powered her long legs and arrived just as the demon struck out it's pointy talon at Jace. To its disappointment, it was stopped in mid action by a stroke of Izzy's metallic gold whip.

The demon shrieked in fury and pulled back as Izzy's whip landed right on its claw, which gave her some valuable time to scoop Jace out of harm's way. When she turned back towards the creature, she found herself facing a very pissed demon with one of the most menacing growls she has ever had the fortune to encounter. As she readied herself for battle, she wondered where the hell was Alec?

The most beautiful girl stood in front of Alec, her soft brown hair floated on her shoulders and her eyes glistened on her smooth white skin. She was almost prettier than his sister. She was perfect in every way, from her thin figure to the hair that waved in the wind like the leaves of a tree. She raised her bony hand, reaching out towards Alec. It almost looked like… branches.

Alec managed to pull away just in time with a jerk, realizing that what he had saw had been branches. This wasn't an ordinary human. It was a downworlder, a fairy.

Alec's mind screamed as he landed hard on his side, rolling over to evade the fey girl that nearly burned his skin where she touched him. He could hear the creature hiss in frustration and took the time to rise back onto his feet, cursing as the only weapon he had left was some chakrams and a small dagger. His mind raced as he ran back up the hill, he couldn't process what he was seeing. He was attacked by a fey.They were supposed to be their allies. Alec didn't know what to do, his mind buzzed with the information of the accords, the agreement and the fair folks and ughh.. Alec cursed as the hill took a steep incline as he staggered. He cursed himself for his clumsiness and he pulled his mind back to earth.

Jace was now in sight, along with his sister, who was facing a demon by herself. You'll have to hold out for yourself for a bit Iz, let me deal with this bastard first. He thought as he dodged the first of many projectiles the fey warrior launched at his head.

Izzy stood before the Demon, her whip ready to lash out at any moment. She was surprised at her own courage as adrenaline pumped through her blood. She wasn't one bit scared or nervous, which only boosted her confidence as she proudly bore her weapon with nephilim blood burning through her veins. She was more concerned about her brother, who had disappeared since the attack. He should have been being watching her back, just like they had planned – oh but who stuck to the stupid plan in the first place? Without a second thought, she began to launch her own attacks.

She wasn't the only one that was confident; the demon roared and blocked every blow from Izzy with a single swipe of its gigantic forearm. It moved fast, faster than Izzy had imagined, giving her a hard time finding an opening. Step one, never underestimate your opponent. So much for that. Izzy thought as she rolled her eyes. The demon seemed to be toying with her, it dodged her every attempt with ease, wearing her out slowly. Izzy grew tired as she evaded the demon's outlash, and was well aware that it hadn't even launched any of its own attacks yet. Her mind clocked and she narrowed her eyes, she had a plan.

Saving herself, Izzy slowed her lashes dramatically, dodging the swipes from the demon as she did so. She ran to the optimal position and purposely launched the whip towards one of its towering hands that glowed of black goo and as she had planned, the demon took the bait and closed its claw around the whip. Prepared, Izzy let go and faster than ever, grabbed her seraph blade from her thigh buckle, whispered it's name and too a jump before the demon could realize what was going on.

Izzy raised the weapon high above her head and drove it down to earth with both hands gripping the hilt. The blade struck the center of its chest, and black blood spluttered everywhere from its wound, drowning Izzy in a pool of thick textured substance as a terrifying tortured scream rang out through the park.

Alec went through the plan in his head; it was not perfect, but good enough. He steadied the grip on the chakrams he had in his hands and braced himself. As he ran on, he prepared his body for what was coming and with great proficiency; he twisted and turned, releasing the chakrams at the fey warrior following him. As he had anticipated, he caught her off guard, which created a rare opening for him to slip his dagger out of its anchor in his belt. To his surprise, not one but two fey warriors tailed him, and to his luck, his chakrams had distracted both. Cursing himself for his bad luck, he proceeded with his plan and hoped for the best. What happened next flashed before his eyes as he launched himself at the first fey, slashing violently at it.

As Alec drove his weapon down, blood pumped quickly in his body and he smiled as his blade came down and connected with - metal. What? He hadn't been expecting that, as he stood in shock and took it all in, he realized how wrong he had being. His plan revolved around there being only oneopponent, and so it has come to a little dead end when a third warrior appeared and blocked his blade. Oh this is so unfair!he thought, but a small voice in the back of his head nagged life isn't fair buddy; suck it up like a big boy.

Jace was lying on the grass, staring at a small patch of blue sky among heavy clouds. He had a massive headache and blood seeped out from his lip as he tasted a mixture of copper, grass and mud. Slowly he sat up and inspected his surroundings; his seraph blade was an arm's length away from him and in the corner of his eye, he saw a black blur.

He stood up and scooped up his blade, turning towards the source of movement. He saw Alec appear in his field of vision, and behind him the two fey warriors.

Alec fought, he fought hard, but three against one is just overwhelming. He began to wear out, having to fend off attack coming from all three sides; and after landing with an unsteady foot, he stumbled and fell on his back.

A thin sharp sword came down towards him in a blur and he rolled to his right – only to be a second too slow. Excruciating pain shot up his left arm and shoulder as his right hand automatically clutched the injury, which rendered his whole arm paralyzed. He struggled to get to his feet without success as the warriors advanced toward him, their swords in hand. The biggest of the three, the obvious leader raised his sword. I can't die like this. Alec refused. Automatically to protect himself, he struck out with his foot, striking the fey in his knee. He buckled and dropped his sword on his feet, cursing loudly. The other two fey folk reacted but not fast enough, Alec was already on his feet, running as hard as his body would allow him.

Alec's chest heaved as he put some distance between himself and the remaining fey warriors and the burn in his legs dissipated slowly as he reached flat land, where he could spot the outline of his sister. As he made to approach her, Jace jumped out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of him. Jace! He stopped abruptly and looked at him, still puffed from running.

"You asshole!" He exclaimed between breaths, aware that Jace was staring at the wound at his shoulder.

"You probably shouldn't talk like that to the only person who could save you." Jace said with a smirk.

Alec shook his head in desperation. Jace was hopeless. The three fey warriors stopped before Jace and Alec, who turned around together to face them. The one Alec had kicked seemed particularly pissed off; but it didn't matter to Jace, pissed or not. Without warning he stabbed at the first fey warrior. Its eyes widened, then vanished into nothingness.

At the death of their comrade, the other fey folk charged at Jace. They fought together and attacked Jace at the same time with incredible speed, but Jace Wayland was faster. He dodged the attacks and launched ones of his own with the same ferocity. His blade came down on top of the second warrior's head and it too, vanished. The only remaining fey, the beautiful girl that had approached Alec, hesitated as it glanced at where its comrades had fallen, and out of better judgement, dropped its weapon to run. Before it took more than three steps, Jace was already next to it as he brought his dagger up and dug it into the downworlder's back. It was still falling when it also vanished.

He turned around to see Izzy and Alec at the top of the hill, looking at him with great disapproval. He only shrugged as he made his way to rejoin the group. "It was a shame I had to kill her." He said when he was in earshot of the Lightwood siblings. "She was hot."