The Eradication

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(I changed Anika's name to Charice)

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It had taken a couple of days, but Charice had finally made it to New York. The city of the west as some had called it, though it looked horrible compared to Idris' countryside. She preferred nice green, flat rolling hills instead of noisy ass people and trash bags left and right. Damn. Can't a nigga clean up? Being a former maid, this bothered her deeply, but not as much as finding Magnus Bane's place. Where the hell is it? I can't just be walking around with a child who's half demon half Shadowhunter, he needs to be protected. After about 45 minutes of searching she had finally found it behind a secluded alley. Who the hell hides their house behind a fuckin alley? Lord Jesus, ya'll getting me lost. She walked up to the entrance, where there was a round Asian door with a lion knocker on it. She took the knocker and rapped it on the door.

Klunk, klunk, klunk. About 10 seconds later, she could hear the door handle jiggling from the inside. She prepared herself for this. Prepared herself for a guy who's probably 6'4, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat, requesting 'Who dare disturbs the great Bane?' But when the door opened, she was surprised. She didn't get that at all. What she got was a skinny ass (but not without muscles) 19 year old looking, with cat slit pupils, dressing so colorfully she felt like she was in limbo, though still 6'4, man. What the?
"Hello. I know, you're probably in awe of how absolutely stunning I am, but please, no photos." He said. She stared at him speechless.

He grew impatient. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You're just standing there like an idiot. What do you what?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you Magnus Bane?"

"Obviously. What do you want?" he asked more sternly.

"Hi. My name's Charice, and this is Jonathan." She nudged the little demon boy forward, who was hiding behind her legs the entire time wearing a little hoodie to conceal his face, disturbed by Magnus's cat-like eyes. He refused to move. She looked down at him, then picked him up.

"What's the matter, baby?" she asked.

"What's wrong with his eyes?" he whispered, and held on tight to her.

"You'll find out, boo." She knew she probably should've reassured him further, but she just didn't have the time. She took off his hoodie, and heard the warlock gasp.

"Wait, you said his name was Jonathan? Like, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, Jonathan?" Eyes widened, he seemed to be having a small panic attack.

"Can we possibly go inside and talk? I really don't feel like staying in a dark ass alley."

"With him? No. Leave. What is he even doing here!?" he raised his voice. She set Jonathan back on the ground, who immediately began to play with a weird shaped leaf that was floating by.

"I took him from his home and left a clone in his place. I came here wondering if you could," she got closer to him and whispered, "Erase his memories?" she moved back.

"Are you crazy!?" he harshly whispered back. "I might be over 800 years old, but I'm not ready to die yet! Hell, if Valentine finds out about this, I might even be tortured instead of killed. No. Hell no." He started to close the door, when she jammed her foot at the bottom of it, stopping its movements.

"Please. Valentine won't find out. He has Jonathan's clone with him, and even if he does fins out, I'll say I hired some other warlock, and that I killed afterwards so he wouldn't tell anyone. I have my whole story covered up. You think a nigga would leave Valentine without getting their story straight? C'mon now."

He contemplated this. If Valentine ever finds out, then he's screwed. Stories can always go south, and he was sure hers was one of those.

"Why'd you take him away in the first place? Are you mad? I dated a mad person before. They're into some freaky shit." He said. He looked away as memories faded to the surface.

"I took him because I can't just leave an innocent boy with a violent ass dad. I mean, look at him." She pouted her face and pointed to Jonathan. He was playing with the leaf, as there was a slight breeze that kept the leaf swirling in the air.

She turned back to Magnus. "See? I couldn't leave him. He's adorable!"

"He's part demon! Specifically Lilith!"

"He's also part human! Specifically shadowhunter." She countered.

"No! And even if I did say yes, my place is a complete mess. First impressions count. "He added that last part.

"I don't give a damn. Please!" she pleaded.

"My life is at stake here. No." Suddenly we heard a rustling from above the brick rooftops of the alley buildings. Magnus looked back at her.

"Get in." He walked in and she turned around to grab Jonathan's hand, and dashed in after Magnus. She can't even describe the room. What rainbow decided to walk in and shit on everything in here? Damn!

Magnus spun around on his heel and faced her. "No. I want you out of here."

"Then why did you bring me in here, just to put me out?"

"Because I heard a noise, and didn't feeling like dying from whatever made that noise. Now, please. Out." He pointed towards the door.

"No. I'm not. I'm staying my ass right here." She took the nearest chair and sat down on it. It was a bean-bag chair in the shape of a cat, but yolo, right?

"You do realize I'm a warlock, right? I can just make you leave."

She folded her arms. "I'm black. It's gone' take a lot to get me to move." Magnus eyed her.

"True. But I'm not dying, so-

"But even if you do die, won't you feel good that you've helped out at least 1 person in your long ass life?"

"I've already helped my fair share. No thank you."

"Please!? I'll do anything!" she yelled, in a haste to make sure he didn't kick her out.

One of his brows raised. "Anything?"

"Nigga, no! Don't get any funky ass ideas." Silence. And then laughter. Jonathan, who was reading a demonic book that no one had decoded at all, that had a pentagram with the letter 'U' in the center of it, on the cover(remember this part), had turned to see what the commotion was about. He walked over to them. He started to laugh because they sure made some ugly noises when they laughed.

Magnus turned towards Jonathan and stopped laughing, because he heard the little demon boys' laugh, and realized that he is just like any other person. A bit different, but still like any other. He came to the conclusion that maybe he couldn't just leave him unprotected.

"You see that face? That adorable laugh? How can you possibly give that up?" she looked at Jonathan. He started to walk towards Magnus.

"Um, Mr. Cat sir, I like all the pwetty colors in here, but it hurts my eyes a bit. "He squinted his eyes.

Then he abruptly scrunched up his face, and sniffed the air. What's that smell?" he asked curiously.

"What smell?" Magnus and Charice asked. Jonathan them walked to the door, opened it wide and just stared out.

"What the hell are you doing!? Close the-. He was cut off as a dark shadow had loomed above the boy. He couldn't make out who, or what, it was, but Jonathan was talking to it.

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"Your name is what? ... Take me where? ... My mother ran away … My real mother? What do you mean? :.. I can't leave, I'm here with Weecey (Reecy is Charice's nickname) … No."

Magnus and Clarice looked at each other, like tf?

"No, I'm not coming with you." Jonathan then started speaking in an unrecognizable language, consisting of clicks, clacks, and other weird ass noises. The shadow soon started to disappear and Jonathan closed the door and then looked at the two.

"That man looked funny. But I'm glad he's gone, because he looked really ugly." he said.

Magnus looked as if he were about to blow a fuse. He rushed over to Jonathan and knelt down in front of him, grabbing the boys' shoulders. "What the hell was that? Who was that?" he asked.

"Well, I heard him say my name, so I opened the door. He says his name was Argramon, and that he wanted to take me to my mother. My real mother." He knit his eyebrows in confusion. "He kept asking me to go with him, but I said no, because I'm here with you guys. And then I made him go away."

"Wait. You made him?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yeah."

"How?"

"I just said," he started making those weird clicking noise again. It tugged at Magnus's head, the language. He didn't know it, but he felt some connection to it. Like he needed the language for something. "Then he walked out, but in a weird way. It looked like he was sleep walking. Reecey sleep walks." He added as an undernote.

Magnus stood up slowly and inclined his head towards Clarice. "I'll help you." He said.

"Thank you so much!"

"Whatever." He grabbed Jonathan by the hand and walked him over to a table that had party things scattered all over it. He snapped his fingers and they all disappeared. He slapped his hand on the table, a gesture signaling for the boy to get on top of it. He did.

"Lie down." He said. Jonathan did just so. Magnus started walking around the room, collecting herbal things here and there. Charice sat back down on the cat bean-bag, watching. Finally, Magnus put down what he had onto the table, and began to mix them into a bowl. He then lit it on fire, and she soon found Jonathan and herself getting woozy. Eventually they were knocked out.

This better be worth it. Magnus began to cast the spell that would eradicate every memory Jonathan has ever seen heard, smelled, touched, thought, etc.

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A couple of hours later, Charice had woken up feeling relaxed. Then she realized where she was, and bolted out of the chair. She went over to Magnus, who was standing cross-armed against a wall, watching Jonathan.

"Is it done? Is he gonna be ok?" she asked.

"Obviously I'm done. And with my level of expertise, obviously he's going to be ok as well."

"Good, good." She said. She walked over to him, and removed his white hair away from his head, and kisses on the forehead. Magnus watched this.

"Is the only reason why took him, was to protect him?" he asked.

She pales, and he knew he was treading on dangerous ground. "I…I'm unable to have any kids of my own." She took Jonathan's hand and held it. "I always told myself that if I ever miraculously end up having kids that I'd take the best care of them. I've always wanted kids, even when I was a kid. But I knew that would never happen. And here I find this sweet, sweet little boy, that no one even cares for, and I was like, 'why not take him for my own'? So I did."

Magnus grunted. He understood having something that wasn't really yours. He understood all too well.

Suddenly, Jonathan started to stir, and he soon woke up. Charice went to his side.

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He opened his eyes, and blinked into the blaring light. He then asked her, "Who are you?"