Magnus sighed…again. He was getting rather irritated with the impatient young shadowhunters pacing his apartment. Cue…5…3….1.
Alec looked over at Magnus and asked for the 32nd time, "How much longer will it take."
Izzy loved her brother but she was too stressed and her patience was gone. She snapped. She turned around, about ready to slap Alec or pull out her beautiful whip when Magnus suddenly stated in an excited tone what they had been waiting forever for.
"It worked! I'm a genius; you're just lucky you have me."
"Could you explain this wonderful idea to US now?" Alec was now at his wits end, just like Isabelle, almost ready to strangle the information out of the sparkly warlock. He had been running around his apartment looking through books and pulling out strange bottles of liquid. They, not being up to date with the goings on of magic, had not had any idea what he was doing.
Now they watched as he hastily fingered through a white spell book that looked strangely familiar. It was written in what Alec could only guess was Latin or Greek. Magnus grinned when he found the correct page and began reading the passage he had been searching for.
"'When all is said and done the summoning and dismissing is all the same. To summon a demon the first rule is to protect yourself, by using a pentagram. To send a stubborn demon back to its own dimension permanently you must use the same technique in reverse. You must incapacitate the demon then draw the pentagram around it. Then make your way around it clockwise while chanting the words of banishing. Throw the water of the black shadows atop the demon then burn them. They will be gone from this world forever.'"
The lightwoods sat there for a whole uninterrupted minute then they both started yelling at once.
"WE HAVE TO HURRY UP! ANY SECOND NOW THEY COULD DIE! OR WORSE!"
"HURRY AND GET YOUR THINGS MAGNUS WE HAVE TO GET THERE FAST!!!"
With an airy wave of his left hand he silenced the shadowhunters immediately, magic overcoming there rather large mouths. He didn't feel too guilty about it. He would remove it once he had gathered his things so that they could dispatch of Sebastian/Jonathan once and for all.
Jonathan grinned and Clary and Jace's stomachs flipped in fearful summersaults. Not for themselves, but for each other. Jonathan could see this and his smirk only got wider.
Jonathan walked over to where Clary was still stuck in the chair, and flipped the knife around in his hand so that it was facing her. The wicked smile on his face grew when she just looked at him.
"That calm expression won't be on your face for long; very soon you will be begging me to stop, screaming in unbelievable pain." Thinking of her pain seemed to only make him happier, but Jace knew that he was actually joyful at the idea of the pain that he would cause Jace. The pain it would cause him to see Clary being hurt; he was happy about Jace's fear about what would happen to Clary.
Clary looked up at Jonathan. She knew what he was going to do, but she felt braver with Jace there. Even if Jace couldn't do anything about this, just his closeness was enough to stifle her fear. Mostly.