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There's No Such Thing As Monsters…
(Just Ask the Warlock, Vampire, and Werewolf)
Part: 1
Slightly Evil Magnus 'Verse
Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn,-feared and respected (mostly feared) by most every being in the supernatural world; and he is more than alright with that.
A very long, not entirely pleasant life has taken its toll. He doesn't have a lot of empathy left for too many. He lives his life for himself.-He has his club, a few close friends, and far more admirers, connections, and hangers on than he knows what to do with. He's one of the most powerful beings in this universe, and he knows it damn good and well. All in all he's fairly settled with what his life is…
Then one day his life takes a turn.
Something is attacking humans -The Supernaturals are getting anxious- humans in this world are basically hardwired not to notice the Supernatural elements however they're not stupid.
When people turn up dead under mysterious circumstances they notice, start asking questions, may end up noticing a few things they shouldn't.
Magnus sets out to figure out what is hunting in his City and put a stop it. In his efforts he stumbles into an official investigation and comes across a serious, suspicious, utterly gorgeous detective…
Hmm…
Maybe there's an upside to this whole 'Investigation' thing after all…
Notes:
Kay, so this is the start of my second Verse. If you read my Psych It's Magnus' stories you know that I did a crossover with the Librarians, used the Multiverse to fix the plot and my mind kinda ran away with it. I'm actually going to be writing 10 Verses' altogether. This is the second verse…
It takes place about 5 years before the crossover with the Librarians- When Magnus and Alec first meet. This verse will be the closest to the actual Shadowhunters world, most of the supernatural beings will be what they are in the show, however I'm not actually going to have 'Shadowhunters' like in the show…I have something else in mind. Most of the characters that are Shadowhunters in the series will be human.
Characters-
Magnus- High Warlock Of Brooklyn
Alec- Head Detective Brooklyn PD
Simon- Junior Detective, Alec's partner
Raphael- Vampire, Leader of the Brooklyn Vampire Clan
Luke- Chief of Brooklyn PD/Alpha Werewolf
So in this series I'm basically just throwing a bunch of stuff together and seeing what works. The characters are 'this universes' version of my characters from the Psych! It's Magnus Verse so the personalities will probably be closer to that than in the show (I had originally planned to keep them really close to the shows personalities, but over the series they kind of developed on their own and now they (Especially Simon And Raphael) are kind of unique- I really love them so that's where I'm kinda starting with these ones.
Background-As I said I'm not going to have 'Shadowhunters' in this verse. Instead I want to use a lot of the elements from the show Grimm- Most humans Can't see Supernaturals unless the being actually WANTS to be seen, but there are some humans who can…generally these humans are greatly feared as they tend to see it as their mission to 'protect' humans from the 'others'- (In this case 'protect the humans' translates to 'kill anything not 100% human') and since Supernaturals can't tell them from regular humans they get pretty jumpy when there's chatter about one in the area-
I didn't want to use the term 'Grimm' as I'm just taking some of the elements then just going on my own. I've decided to use Gwir-dyst-Which is 'True-Witness' in Welsh as what these humans are called. I think for this I might mix in some of the Shadowhunter qualities, some of the Grimm stuff and probably a few other things too.
This series will probably be darker than the other one…but I'm still not big on super gory or depressing so don't worry too much…
Okay so I think that's enough of me yammering, you all ready? Let's see how this one goes…
Chapter 1:
There's No Such Thing As Monsters
*~********~*~********~* Alec-Alec-Alec-Alec-Alec *~********~*~********~*Alec shook his head, pulling the collar of the black turtle neck the victim was wearing up, turning away from the body nodding faintly to his partner.
"Yeah, we have another one."
Simon sighed, shoulders slumping a bit,
"Damnit…I was really hoping you weren't going to say that."
Alec gave a slight nod. He understood the younger detective's hesitation. This was the fifth body in two weeks. The bodies were found all around the city...which, it's Brooklyn, it's a rough place, not exactly unheard of- but these are different.
All five victims were eerily similar. Two Men and three women. All in their late-twenties to early thirties, with dark hair and light eyes, in excellent shape. They are even dressed fairly similar- all in black and leather with heavy duty combat type boots. All found in alleys, generally within stumbling distance of a bar or club, set up against the wall. To passersby they look as if they're just resting, had too much to drink or the like. As if they'll just stand back up and continue on at any moment. It's not that uncommon of a sight in a bustling, overcrowded city. Most barely even spared a glance.
Just someone who had a bit too much and was getting some fresh air to sober up…
At least that's what it seems like…
Until you notice the symbols.
On their arms, necks, chests…they are covered in bizarre, black and red markings. They are very unusual. The precinct looked into them. Apparently they're Enochian the 'language of the angels'. At first glance they seem like tattoos, but on closer examination they are in actuality seared into the skin like brands.
They've never seen anything like it.
But that's not what killed them…
At least they don't think that is what killed them…
Really they have no idea what the hell did.
The Medical Examiner's stumped. She posited that they could have died from the shock of however the markings were created, as they were fresh, and it appears all of them were done at once, but there's nothing to confirm it.
Other than the marks they seem like they should be perfectly healthy-
Hell, better than healthy-
They all appear to be in near peak physical shape. There was a fitness model, a martial Arts instructor, a boxer, a physical trainer, and a stunt man. None of them should have been easy to take down; they weren't easy marks by any means. All of them knew how to defend themselves. Even the fitness model regularly volunteered teaching a self defense class.
Yet none of the bodies show any defensive marks; no bruises, no scrapes, nothing.
Alec sighed again,
"I just don't get this; why isn't there any evidence of a fight? Why is there no evidence of any kind of struggle? None of them put up any resistance. There's no markings indicating they were restrained, no traces of drugs or sedatives, not even alcohol…nothing.
How could someone do this without them so much as reacting? And how are all the marks seemingly done at the same time?"
Simon shrugged, shaking his head faintly,
"I don't know…maybe it's a group doing it? They're out numbered?"
"Yeah…but even so, if someone is trying to brand you, you're gonna fight back, even if you don't stand a chance. You're not just going to set there and take it."
"Unless it was voluntary." Simon muttered, almost to his self.
Alec nearly startled, raising his eyebrow suspiciously at the younger detective,
Simon quirked his eyebrow right back,
"What? It's not like it's the craziest thing for people to be into, there's WAY weirder things than branding…
Just go online of you don't believe me."
Alec blinked a couple times
"Stay away from my computer…"
Simon huffed, rolling his eyes slightly,
"I was researching! And like you've never got bored and clicked on a few random links, ending up somewhere crazy."
"I'm changing my password when we get back to the precinct."
Simon raised his eyebrow,
"So instead of Max's birthday it'll be Izzy's?"
"No." he grumbled, shaking his head, getting back to the case.
"And anyways let's say they did get the marks willingly…so what killed them?"
Simon shrugged.
"Maybe they had a bad reaction to whatever was used to create the marks? Izzy said it looks like they were all made at the same time. If that's the case they could have had like an allergic reaction or something to whatever was used to create the brands. Izzy couldn't say for sure if they were caused by an actual hot iron kinda brand or some type of chemical, as they had traces of both."
Alec gave a considering nod, stepping aside for one of the CSI techs. The scene was swarming, everyone was getting heat to solve this; even the slightest hint a case might be connected and it was all hands on deck.
"Yeah, that might track…if they had any indicators of an allergy. But I guess if we don't know what's used, we don't know what reaction it can cause."
Simon swallowed nervously,
"So, if that's what it is, do you think we're looking at some kind of cult or something? I mean, the similar dress, seemingly ritualistic markings in a dead language…sounds pretty cult-y to me." Simon asked, glancing somewhat worriedly over at his partner.
Alec sighed, shaking his head,
"Damn…I really hope that's not the case. People are already going nuts with this; if it turns out to be some kind of cult ritual kinda thing it's gonna get way worse before it gets better.
The public's already beginning to panic. The tip line is being flooded with information, but none of its good. Too many tips are actually worse than none. People are calling in suspects left, right and center, but nothing is panning out. Most of the tips boil down to a cranky neighbor, the odd guy who walks his cat, more than a few bitter exes and good old fashioned bigoted idiocy.
We've even got a few claiming there's Vampires, witches, or a demon behind it, and reports of werewolves in central park…
It really is insane.
People are already losing it on this- throw in a cult aspect? Oh man, the crazy calls will skyrocket."
Simon huffed out a mirthless laugh, shaking his head,
"Seriously? Vampires, witches, demons and werewolves? THAT'S our suspect pool?
I don't think I'm trained for that."
Alec chuckles, raising his eyebrow,
"What, you missed the day they covered 'Movie Monsters As Suspects' in academy?"
Simon nodded
"Yup, must have been the same day as Comic Con…
Had to prioritize.
On the plus side, if it turns out the suspect is a quirky dude in a bow tie and a blue police box, I totally got it covered."
Alec shook his head,
"Good to know. Well, assuming our suspect is in fact NOT a Halloween staple, or time traveling alien doctor, we should probably take a closer look at the cult thing…"
Simon tilted his head consideringly,
"You know…the reports might not be too crazy after all…"
Alec looked over at him once more in confusion,
"You're not actually suggesting it's some crazy supernatural boogeyman killing these people, are you? If so I think you need to cut down on the Scifi/Fantasy shows."
He shook his head
"No I'm not saying that…I don't believe in those things, but our suspect just might. Think about it. Enochian is 'the language of Angels'… maybe the marks were a kind of protection from things that are not angelic- demons, vampires and such.
If they believed in those things it'd stand to reason they'd want to protect themselves from them- believing in Angelic symbols doesn't seem so farfetched if you believe in the other things.
It's something to look into at least."
Alec sighed, nodding faintly,
"That's true; plus 'angelic protection allergy' sounds a hell of a lot better than 'supernatural branding cult.'"
Simon nodded quickly, looking once more around the scene, watching the coroner beginning to collect the body.
"I just hope we get this solved before anyone else dies- five bodies is more than enough."
Alec huffs,
"One is more than enough."
Simon nods in agreement, falling in beside his partner, making their way back to the car.
*~********~*~********~* Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus *~********~*~********~*"-And I heard they found another! I'm telling you, something crazy is going on. Why just the other day I a- Oh, hello Magnus how are you? You're usual?" the pretty barista said, turning as the other customer made their way to the door.
"Hello Astrid. Yes darling, that would be lovely." He said smiling, tilting his head curiously,
"So what is going on?" he asked, paying for his drink and scooting down the counter to wait.
She moved over as well, quickly beginning the familiar order, before glancing over at him, tucking a lock of lilac colored hair behind her ear.
"Haven't you heard? There's some crazy killer running the streets! I heard someone say that the bodies were drained of blood or something…it's SO creepy.
Tristan swears it's some kind of monster!"
Magnus raised his eyebrow,
"Now sweetheart, you are far too intelligent to believe something so absurd."
She shrugged faintly, shaking her head a bit.
"I don't know…seems pretty far out, but this is really freaky. And there's already been four reported and my friend Alexia works the intake desk at the morgue and she said they got another in today, said it's like some kind of ritual or something- creepy markings and symbols, the whole nine yards.
Tommy said it seems like a demon or vampire or spell kind of thing."
Magnus chuckled,
"Sweetheart, I think Tommy's binge watched Buffy and Supernatural one too many times."
She gave a noncommittal nod,
"Well…yeah, that's true, but doesn't mean he's totally off the mark. It's really weird. Then there are those reports of huge dogs running wild in the park and people hearing howling…
I'm telling you Magnus- something's going on." She startles, glancing over sheepishly,
"Oh uh… don't tell anyone what Lexi said, it's not supposed to be released to the public yet and I don't want her fired." She asked hopefully, handing him his drink, blushing faintly.
He gave the girl a dismissive wave and reassuring nod,
"Secret's safe with me dear. But I'm sure there's a logical explanation. It will probably come down to your normal, run of the mill, psychopath."
She rolled her eyes faintly,
"And that's better?"
He shrugged,
"Sounds better than New York being overrun with Vampires, demons, werewolves and Warlocks at least."
She nodded,
"True…Just be careful, okay? I mean, I drive home and always have someone closing with me but you come and go at your club at all hours of the night by yourself. I'd just really hate for something to happen to you."
He chuckled,
"Sweetheart, don't worry about me, I'm tougher than I look." He finished with a cheeky wink
She laughed, nodding, giving a faint wave before turning to the next costumer in line.
"Oh hey Bryce, did y…"
Magnus slipped out of the coffee shop making his way down the bustling street, back towards his place.
Hmm…Astrid was always a chatterbox, but she'd never been one he'd call naive.
She generally had a good head on her shoulders. That was the fifteenth person he'd heard talking about the killings today, and the sixth that'd mentioned some kind of supernatural tie-ins…that really wasn't good.
If humans are beginning to notice the supernatural world something is definitely wrong. Generally humans of this world are all but hardwired to overlook the supernatural- a kind of coping mechanism for otherwise normal humans living in a world immersed in magic and the supernatural.
It really is for the best- he's been around long enough- he's seen what happens when humans realize they are not necessarily the most powerful beings around…
He's old enough to remember a time when 'witch hunt' wasn't merely a euphuism.
It's not at that point yet, but if this is not dealt with soon it very well could get there.
He really would rather stay out of it, but if it keeps going like this, he may have to get involved. He r-
His thoughts are cut off by his phone chiming, he instantly smiles,
That's Clarissa's ring.
He lifted it to his ear, cheerfully answering the call,
"Hello Biscuit."
"H-hey Mags…"
He stops cold, grip on the phone tightening.
"Clarissa, what's wrong, are you okay?"
He hears a faint sniffling and her voice catch a bit.
"Yeah…I'm okay…but my shop isn't."
Magnus's heart sinks,
"Sweetheart w-"
"Mags…someone broke in and smashed everything…it's all ruined. They didn't even take anything, just destroyed it all…
W-why would someone do this?"
He looked around, finding an out of the way place, ducking into a narrow alleyway, checking to be sure the coast is clear.
"I don't know, but I damn sure am going to find out. I'm on my way sweetheart, be there in a moment."
"Thanks Mags." She said softly, the line clicking off.
He raises his hand, making a few quick graceful gestures, summoning a brilliant violet portal,
Okay…he doesn't usually get involved in things that don't directly affect him, but Clary's shop was everything to her. The young warlock poured everything she had into it…
He didn't know who did this- it could be a coincidence, just a random brake in, teen idiots or the like. It could be a human panicking because of the 'freaky occult stuff' and thinking it had something to do with the killings, or another supernatural, angry at her for 'flaunting' magic around humans…
He didn't know, he didn't care.
He took a deep breath, pulling his magic back, the electric violet no longer crackling over his arms, pulls back until it's just a dull little buzz against his skin, no longer visible. The light of the portal catches, reflecting, illuminating his brilliant gold eyes, slit pupils narrowing to near nothing in the bright shimmering light,
Whoever did this is going to regret the day they ever so much as set foot in 'Wiccan Wishes'.
He leaps through, the portal closing instantly, Alley once more swallowed up in near oppressive darkness.
*~********~*~********~* _End Of Chapter Notes_ *~********~*~********~*Kay so, I'm gonna update this the same way I did the Psych Verse'
A part of a chapter at a time- Sorry but that just works best for me and I don't rush through the next part in an effort to get it up, so I actually post more often.
Hey how about that? Both parts in one day! Yay!
I know Magnus's is a bit random but it'll all connect, don't worry…
So what do you think about Clary being a warlock too? ( I thought it'd be a kinda fun twist)
Anyways, what do you think so far?
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