'Why the sudden chapter smush?' You're probably asking. (and yes, the act of putting two chapters together will from now on be called smush) It's really just because the separate chapters didn't reach my regulations of at least one-thousand words. I do not own the Mortal Instruments or the Infernal Devices.

Jace POV

Magnus had called us, he said he had important news. Now, that would've been fine anytime, I'd even welcome it. But not a three in the morning. Yes, 3AM, six hours before any regular person is supposed to wake up. When the early rising (or maybe he just stayed up really late, I don't really care, I still had to wake up at three) warlock tells you that there is an urgent problem, you hurry there, no questions asked. And then, when you find out that all this is about a missing bottle of hair dye (Oh, forgot, organic hair dye.), you can't help but go berserk. Obviously, that's what I did. I really want to blame it all on Magnus, but I make myself blame it on karma. So that leaves me with thoughts of how the heck karma could have caused this, which helps in the prevention of punching the sparkling warlock, a lot. But enough of my inner monologue, we need to get back to the story.

Clary yawned deeply and sipped at her espresso. Luke was chugging a 48oz. of gas station coffee, black. Izzie, hair styled and wearing clubbing garb, tapped her foot impatiently. Alec was slumped against the wall, half asleep. I had my arms crossed and my eyes were partly closed. The warlock was ranting, and you would never guess what about-stolen hair dye (Oh, sorry, organic hair dye.)

Oh, yeah, this is the best way to wake up, I thought, Maybe Magnus will show us how to make daisy chains after he stops ranting about the stolen organic hair dye. Well, at least he finally shut up about the hole I made in the wall. I looked over at the said hole. It was about six inches in diameter, I smiled to myself, satisfied of my handiwork. When the warlock had first started talking about the stolen hair dye, I naturally punched anything near me that wasn't him. The poor wall...

"We'll keep an eye out for it," Luke said as seriously as possible at three AM and when talking about hair dye.

"You better, because that hair dye is organic," Magnus said.

"Organic hair dye? Does it even exist?" Isabelle asked.

"It exists, and you can't find it anywhere. If you do, the price is enough to change your mind." the warlock said.

Translation: The hair dye is rare and damn expensive.

"Anyway, I need to show you something else, be right back," he said and walked back into his room.

I sighed and rubbed my temple.

Ten minutes passed, twenty, thirty, and the warlock finally showed signs of life...sort of.

Various summoning tools floated out of the warlock's room bouncing slightly. Incense, candles, chalk, etc. A large, leather bound book it's pages yellowing and fraying with age zipped out of the room and hit me square on my face with a loud whack! of hitting flesh.

"Agh!" I yelled, holding my throbbing nose.

Clary only gave me a brief glance, but other than that no one else reacted.

I rolled my eyes and stood up.

Magnus, finally, comes out of the shadows of his room. He draws a circle with the chalk and in the circle he draws a rectange, trapzoid, and small triangle. Three pots of red incence form sort of a arrow around the circle. And the candles sit outside the circle at each point of the rectangle. Magnus placed the device in the triangle and steps out to light the candles and incence. He chalks three different Greek words, one at the base, another in the upper right corner, and another in the upper left corner.

"Are you summoning something?" I asked.

"Not exactly," he said, studying the circle.

"What are you doing with the device?" Clary asked.

Magnus looked up at her, "Nothing to alter it if that's what you're thinking." He flipped through the pages of the old tome, "I sensed a power wave coming from it, which means that something is going to come through."

"Something?" Isabelle questioned.

"Whatever is coming through is not mundane or shadowhunter, it's too strong. That's why I placed it in this circle, the circle is a binding circle."

"Binding circle? So, whatever comes through will be trapped in the circle?" Alec asked.

Magnus nodded, "Correct."

"Do you know when it's coming through?" Luke asked.

Magnus closed his eyes for a moment, "About ten minutes."

"How powerful is this?" I asked.

"About as powerful as myself."

I raised an eyebrow.

Magnus scowled, "Meaning that if this is a demon, we're screwed."

.oOo.

Everyone was standing guarded and ready around the device. It opened up like before, but unlike before a portal of bright blue and white light opened and stayed open. A young man stepped out. He had a single flashy diamond earring and a ornate walking stick.

My brow knitted, the figure brought about a wave of deja vu. It was as if I was seeing him through different eyes, I saw the vampire, Camille Belcourt, arm in arm with this stranger. The mystery man's identity suddenly dawned on me. "Magnus Bane!" I breathed.

The Victorian warlock gave me a withering look, "Yes, and who might you be?"

I just stared at him.

He tapped his cane on the floor of the platform impatiently, "Come on then, I don't have all day."

"His birth name is Herondale, interesting, eh? He goes by Jace Lightwood." Magnus said.

The Victorian man studied Magnus, "What are the odds? I arrive right in front of my future self. It's reassuring to know that I survive all assassination attempts until now."

Clary suddenly made a strange sound. It was inhuman and crude. With a snap similar to the sound of a striking match, yellow and orange flames rolled off her frame. She leaped past the Victorian Magnus into the portal with an inhuman snarl.

"Clary!" I yelped.

The portal closed, the room was abruptly cast into dark. The candles had been extinguished when the portal opened. The circle had been swept away.

The tall man stepped off the platform just as it began to fold back up into the device. He studied it without touching it, "So, this is what Henry was talking about." He grunted.

"What happened to Clary, Magnus?" Luke asked.

Both Magnus's looked at him. "Ah, you're talking to him, excuse me," the Victorian warlock said apologetically.

"It appears she's gone through the open portal, probably in the Victorian era this second." Magnus said.

"Is there anyway to get her back?" I asked him.

Magnus thought for a moment, "The easiest way would be for her to come on her own free will, but it doesn't seem like that will happen."

"Yeah," I said, "she looked like she was possessed."

"Most likely by the same thing that possessed her just a couple nights ago." Magnus noted.

"What kind of thing?" Luke asked.

"I know! It was some kind of sphere of light. I found it at the Seelie court and it seemed that Clary absorbed it," I said.

Magnus's eyebrows shot up, "The Seelie court? Interesting, but that makes matters worse, many nasty creatures creep about fairy lands. They take on innocent appearances as you already know."

I rolled my eyes, "Even the most idiotic shadowhunter knows that. What I'm asking is if you know what it is?" I emphasized the last three words.

Magnus tsked, "Patience, I'll look into your shining sphere of fairy light, but you owe me."

I narrowed my eyes then slumped in defeat, "Fine, whatever." It was no use bargaining with the warlock, beside what could he make me do?

Magnus clapped his hands, "You all must be tired, go home. I'll take care of all this."

"What about him?" Isabelle said, pointing at Magnus's doppelgänger.

I looked over at the said Magnus. He gave Isabelle hardly a glance before returning to stare at Alec, who still looked half-asleep but seemed to be focusing on the new Magnus.

He must think this is a dream, two Magnus'. It'd be a nightmare in hell for anyone else. I thought, mentally groaning when I realized what it would be like with two Magnus' around. "Damn, I'm screwed," I muttered under my breath.

"Like I said, I'll take care of everything," he drawled out.

Isabelle nodded, she was starting to show signs of fatigue.

Luke stared at me for a moment, then nodded at Magnus and left without a word.

I stepped forward to pick up the device, Magnus didn't try to stop me, he just stared at me with his unwavering cat like gaze. I followed Alec and a yawning Isabelle out the door.

We had took a taxi to Magnus' but there were no taxis around at this time of morning so we decided to take the Metro back to the Institute.

It's not particularly nice to be traveling the subway at four in the morning. There were all sorts of characters traveling under the city at that time. Some were more shady than others but most of them emitted a zombie-esque aura, no doubt that was due to the fact that they were awake at four a.m. I, myself was probably reeking of the half-dead...in an unliteral sense.

We finally made it back to the institute, Church followed me into my room. I set the device on the table and fell onto my bed. Church settled himself on the pillow next to my head and stared down on me.

I stared back. "You know something that your not telling me." I said to the cat.

Church started licking his paws, still staring at me crossly.

I looked away, ending our miniature staring contest.

With a final glance at the device which had swallowed Clary, I fell asleep.

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