Magnus's point of view
The ice made a soft tinkling noise as it hit the edges of the glass, the blue liquid sloshing from side to side. Magnus brought the glass to his lips and took a slow drink, letting his eyes flit across his hosts.
There was disciplinary Charlotte, Lovely Tessa, delicate Jem, beautiful Jessamine, Inventor Henry and broken Will.
Will had an uncanny likeness to Alec, so much so that it made Magnus wonder how a Lightwood could inherit such Herondale eyes. Gently, he lowered the glass back on the table, magically making the color of its contents switch from the deep blue to a soft yellow to a hot pink and so forth. Tessa seemed to be lost in the colors, clearly entertained, her two admirers sending her looks of impossible tenderness. He let the color settle back to blue, determined to break the awkward silence, interrupted at the last minute by the sound of clicking shoes.
Sometimes it amazed Magnus that after decades of living he could still experience the fluttering nerves of a young boy. He turned his head lazily towards the door, painting an unamused look over his features, even as his heart jumped to his throat. His carefully crafted expression fell as the youngest Lightwood walked through the door. He had been formally introduced to the shadowhunters the night before, but there was such a distinct difference in their appearances that it was as if he were seeing them for the first time. For one, they had all been covered in dirt and blood to varying degrees and for another their clothing had clearly been foreign.
Now, as if a queen returning to her castle, Isabelle sauntered into the dining room in a glittering sapphire dressed adorned with precious gems, her hair cascading down her back in a glorious black fountain. At her arm was Simon, overshadowed by her beauty but emitting that particular allure reserved solely for vampires. Magnus looked appraisingly at their outfits, deciding that it was likely the girls work, considering how at peace she seemed in the impressive dress.
The world slowed and seemed to stop as Magnus turned from Isabelle just in time to see Alexander walk in to the room. If the first Lightwood had been radiant , Alexander was blinding. He was out of his Shadowhunter gear, in its place was a finely tailored dress coat a brilliant blue that made his eyes phosphorescent, and a pair of pearl white pants covered from the knee down by shiny black boots. He looked not like a prince or even a King, he by far surpassed them, taking instead a stronger similarity to an angel.
The resentment and anger that had inhibited Magnus seemed to fade, leaving only a longing. Alexander met his eyes, the hypnotizing blue filled with regret and shame. It was only when Alexander sat down that Magnus noticed Jace, surprisingly as handsome as his group even while wearing simpler clothing and a forlorn expression. Shadowhunters, decided Magnus, had exemplary genes.
Sophie walked with a tray filled with soft bread and jam. Isabelle took a bite and winced, clearly surprised at the flavor, before putting the bread back on her plate, a slight grimace on her face. The others having watched her expression sustained from grabbing any bread, a look of apology crossing their eyes as they looked at Sophie.
Institute food could be very bland, more intent on the nutrition rather than the flavor. Magnus snapped his fingers summoning three plates, one containing a pile of bacon, the next a variety of fruit and the last one held freshly baked croissants directly from France. He considered for a minute before summoning a wine glass filled with blood for Simon. Isabelle squealed and sent him a grateful smile before piling her own plate with food. Absently Magnus looked at Alexander and was slightly frustrated at the look on his face, his eyes filled with tenderness but his features set in disapproval. Typical coming from his kind.
"Thanks, Mags." The vampire said, oblivious to the outraged look Magnus sent him. Mags? What kind of hell hole had the immortal ventured into to find such a horrible surname. Alexander noticed the rage in his eyes and let out a soft laugh. The small sound managed to send a torrent of shivers throughout Magnus, leaving a distinct feeling in it's wake.
"Immortality is rather a long time, long enough to gather more than a few enemies. You would do well not to come up with insufferable names for me unless you yearn for an untimely death. " Simon had been taking a small drink from his glass but upon hearing this he snorted sending drops of blood everywhere. The New Yorkers, in perfect harmony, fell into a laughing pit, even the disheartened Jace chuckled along with them, meanwhile the others just grimaced at the inappropriate response.
"How is that fair? Alec was the one who came up with it, and you had no problem when he said it !" Simon finally managed to get out and they all sobered up as Magnus turned to look at Alexander, surprised once more.
"What horrible taste I seemed to have developed." Magnus muttered, coldly, and was surprised by the flash of passion that burned in the blue eyes, and even more so at the words that followed.
"You didn't seem to think so when we made l-"
"Alec !" Isabelle exclaimed, covering her mouth in an attempt to keep from laughing.
"Perhaps we should better move on to other matters." Charlotte finally spoke up and when Magnus managed to tear his eyes from Alexander he almost laughed at her expression. She was so red that she could have been mistaken for a fruit fairy, her eyes big and round, her lips stretched into a grimace and her hands hidden from view under the table.
"If you insist, I assume we must." He stood from the table, taking his drink in his hands, and crossing to the side of the room closest to the kitchen door, consequently as far away as he could get from Alexander and his unruly group. He summoned a tall elegant chair, arranging himself across it, taking one final drink before vanishing his glass.
" Considering current events, I think it would be best if I explain why there is a Greater Demon out for your heads. " He waited until he received nods and affirmation from all of them, debating how much he should reveal.
"Predominantly you should know that Azazel is one of the princes of hell, his power unlike any other and extremely potent, truly a dangerous opponent. His power is based loosely on the ability to slip in and out of this dimension as well as the much codeted ability to steal essence. When attacked, Azazel can simply slip into another dimension and reappear in a different location, yet as impressive as that may sound the real threat is in his other expertise. He can drain his opponent of his essence, angelic, demonic, weak or first time I encounter Azazel was perhaps 15 or 20 years ago, and without doubt it was not a pleasant meeting. Somehow he had managed to escape from Edom and was on a rampage, traveling from place to place in order to evade the claves detection. His presence might have gone unnoticed if not for the fact that he began to steal the essence of downworlders, more specifically the immortality of vampires and the magic of warlocks. The situation became so dire that the downworlders became desperate for a solution, nominating a representative to confront the demon. I will never know what inconsiderate bastard decide to volunteer me but a representative of the Spiral Labyrinth showed up at my door. Even then I would not have gotten involved if not for Azazel taking the magic of a dear friend. No warlock is strong enough to handle a Greater Demon much less one with added strength from others powers, so in order to defeat them I appealed to all downworlders. There is a spell that allows a warlock to hold the magic of others, similar to what Azazel can do, the only way to match his strength. Paranoia had already taken hold, convincing people to willingly give me their magic turned out to be harder than expected, even if it was to save them. It was the Queen of the Fay who finally stepped in and send me 30 of her soldiers to take their magic, followed by many others. At last I held as much power as my body could handle, so I proceeded to summon Azazel. It would have been impossible without the other downworlders power. Once I had captured Azazel I toyed with the idea of killing it but decided not to since there was no clear answer as to what would happen to the power he had stolen. Instead I took the powers back and sent him back to hell, making sure he was chained to that world and dimension. It was quite annoying to know that he had managed to escape, even if it did take him many years to do so. Once he escaped he used your angelic power to travel back in time. His primary target is me but he won't stop there, he will continue doing what he was doing before. "
Magnus took a deep breath and summoned another drink, this time a soft purple alcohol, letting the drink swirl around the glass before taking a sip. The shadowhunters stayed silent, digesting the new information. It was instinct by now, always turning to see what the pretty boy was thinking, and Magnus was not disappointed when he let his eyes travel to his spot in the room. His soft lips were pulled into a tiny frown his eyes lost in the distance and his fingers massaging his chin, all in all creating the perfect image of intelligence mixed with adorableness.
"There is no way around it, the Clave will need to be notified. As for you, , we will provide protection until the moment Azazel is defeated. " Charlotte said not unkindly but Magnus was too accustomed to the Nephilims way not to be worry.
"Provide protection or surveillance?" There was a new coldness to his voice, the shadowhunters quick to perceive it. Even then Charlotte wasn't quick to anwser, and the flame in Magnus erupted into an inferno.
"It is against Clave law to summon Greater Demons, the reasons, although understandable, are not relevant. Your actions have endangered the lives of many and a shadowhunter has already been gravely injured." It was obvious from her tone of voice that Charlotte wasn't in complete accordance with the words coming out of her mouth, yet that did nothing to calm Magnus's anger. His magic, in response to his emotions, bursted into tiny flames around his fingers and his cat eyes slitted.
A glass flew from the table and crashed against the floor, shattering into pieces, Effectively getting the attention of the London shadowhunters and the enraged warlock. They turned to see the New Yorkers with equal disbelief and anger across their faces, Alexander had been the one who had sent the glass flying when he stood up abruptly from the table. He was quickly joined by his group and they all stood at the foot of the table, their whole demeanor transformed from agreeable teenagers to fierce warriors.
" We are grateful for the help you have provided, however we will not allow you to "supervise" one of our own, much less accuse him of endangering shadowhunters. Clary, and all of us would give our life to protect those we love, and it just so happens that Magnus is one of us. If he will be given protection it will be from us. "
There was silence after Alexander spoke, bewilderment dancing from person to person.
"What do you mean he is one of yours ?" WIll was the one to finally asked.
"In the future Magnus is regarded as a respectable and formidable Warlock, who even has a spot in the council as the representative of Lilith's children. To insult him you would be insulting the greater part of the Clave. Besides he is our .." There was a small pause there before Alexander resumed speaking " friend, and will have us to help him as he has helped us on so many occasions."
The rest of the meal consisted of arranging the rotations between the shadowhunters who would be leaving with Magnus as protection. There were more disagreements but Alexander's group was quick to dispute them and in the end things turned out for the better. One Shadowhunter from both sides would always be with Magnus from now on, and the hunt for Azazel would be deported to the Clave without mention of the warlock. They had been in the dinning room for perhaps an hour when Sophie rushed into the room.
"Miss. Fray had woken ." She managed to say before all the shadowhunters from New York were out the door, leaving only the people of the past in the room.
"It appears you have gained quite a dedicated fanbase." Will said, a mad grin across his face and a taunting tone to his voice. Magnus shrugged.
"It appears so."