Mangus
The boy was an open book, though he's was clearly trying not to be. He knew that there was more to the ring then a simple gift, after all, if Nico was a child of a demon and mortal, as Magnus suspected him to be, it was more than likely the boy's father was the demon and mother the mortal. That was how it worked for most warlocks at least. There was the odd case here and there but it mostly stuck to the basic farther= demon, mother= mortal. So it was more than likely the ring was from the boy's demon father, the dark magic coming off of it helped prove the theory in Mangus's mind. Something else to note was the boy must have met his father, a rare event for warlocks.
"Has no one ever taught you about your kind?" Magnus asked gently. The boy looked puzzled, and his head tilted to the side like a ...—?" The boy was visibly confused now, and Magnus greatly desired to keep him in the kitchen forever, with as many cookies and warm blankets as he desires. Someone has clearly been remiss in training the child, and while Magnus has never considered mentorship, it's clear life would never be dull with a kid like this one. One with strong magic, a demon ring, and the ability to raise the dead. Yah, never dull again.
Yes, warlocks, practitioners of magic, does any of this ring a bell?" Magnus asked. The boy's brow furrowed once more. He shifted in his seat restlessly"I'm not a warlock, though. I mean I've never done any magic. Except—" The boy broke off again, and looks down at his now empty plate on the table. Magnus was really starting to become irritated with this child's inability to finish sentences. But he knew that with ones this young you had to wait it out to get anywhere in the long run. He sees the child's gaze move from the plate to the living room, He's staring at the crack in the floor when Magnus traces his trail of vision, but he doesn't seem to be doing it consciously. Magnus doesn't press the issue, as the child looks distressed and near tears. Magnus understood it was likely the mother of the boy was dead, either died during childbirth or died a few years later. A mortal body could simply not last long after being in contact with a demon or giving birth to a warlock. So Nico probably had no idea what he was, he was just a confused young boy. Magnus decided it best to change the topic for the time being.
"Now as said before I'm Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn. Meaning im the warlock in charge of all the warlocks and other downworlders in Brooklyn" Magnus can't help himself; he ones again, as he did before, sends little fireworks to shoot off it the air, framing his name is bright, neon pink, glittery, block letters. It's another use of one of the first party tricks he learned, and honestly, it's his favorite bit of magic, transfiguring basic atoms in the air into different light particles. It's pretty basic, but always attention-catching.
The boy looked as he did the last time Magnus used magic to make his name appear in the air, unchanged, or at least the boy was trying to look unchanged, well that was till the boy's wall broke and wonder and curiosity broke out over his face. which is the proper response to Magnus' magic, not the boredom he was faking the first time. He likes the look on the kid's face because he thought it's the first time his piccolo demone has looked like a child throughout their entire meeting. It seems the boy was feeling a bit more comfortable around him as the boy reaches for the letters. Nico was half on half off the table, poking at Magnus' name and setting off cheerful skull fireworks in green and blue, negating his claim that he can't be a warlock. If he didn't have magic, Magnus' magic would simply give under his fingertips, but not react in any other way. Eventually, he clears his throat and Nico seems to realize what he was doing and was quick to sit back down, his face red with embarrassment.
"What you were saying before—about warlocks?" Nico asked hesitantly, having folded his hands in his lap" I will give you the quickest possible history on warlocks, and you will tell me how you got into my apartment, agreed?" Magnus asks. Nico nods firmly, but still, distrustfully, it seemed to Magnus that the 10-year-old Nico that was still a child was fighting an older, less trust full version of himself. Magnus fights the twitching corners of his mouth into submission and begins.
"We are the offspring of demons and humans. This leaves us with longer lives and magical powers, as well as some attributes that are inexcusably inhuman. Do you follow so far?" Magnus asks, Nico's brow is furrowed once again, but he nods, so Magnus resumes. "The magic also manifests in different ways. My first affinity was fire-" Magnus is unable to stop the wince that wracks his body, but Nico doesn't comment "-whereas yours appears to be death. That's not a common occurrence, so congratulations kid. There are a few drawbacks, of course. Shadowhunters who attempt to kill us on a biweekly basis, the inability to have kids, not that I expect you are worried about that, and the chance of spells going horribly wrong." Magnus finishes. Nico looks intrigued, so Magnus figures his job is done. Oh, how wrong he was " Can you teach me how to raise someone from the dead?"
He asks eyes bright with attention. Magnus winces, he was afraid this was coming. He does not expect this conversation to end civilly. Nico probably won't believe him and will try anyway, that's fine. Magnus will be here when he does. "No. Look at me Nico, once someone is dead, they are dead, and there's no going back. It's been attempted more times than I can tell you, but it never works. They don't come back the same, do you understand? Do not attempt that type of necromancy." Magnus stares at the boy until he lowers his head in sullen anger and a mix of sadness... Magnus takes a deep breath, he probably was being a bit harsh, but maybe Nico might listen.
"Any more questions?" He asks, more pleasantly. Nico shakes his head moodily" Good, now I want you to tell me why and how you got here"
"Anyway, thanks for not being a monster, I guess, and the explanation. But, I don't think I'm a warlock…well. " Nico seemed to be debating something, it seemed after a moment the willingness and wanting to trust someone won as he looked up at Magnus his dark eyes looking to Magnus own cat eyes. "I'm not really ten...im more like 70 I think, but it's different" Nico said and a course Magnus had questions but he let the boy keep talking. " me and my sister, where in this...hotel place, I think," He seemed unsure of himself' but time worked differently there, what seemed like a few months at most was years, and when we finally were taken out someone did something to us and took our memories away, and then….my sister was killed and I ran away from the camp we were staying " Nico still seemed to be hiding something " And I was in the streets and I was cold and s-scared, and sometimes the shadows do things without me telling them to and I ended up here in your living room"
Magnus only thought was….I'm keeping him.
Hello, long time no sees, I'm going to to try to update more during the summer but I have a test coming up in a week or 2 and then I work during the summer so we will just have to see what happens.