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Chapter 3:
More Than Meets The Eye
Magnus goes to one of the crime scenes to investigate and finds something VERY interesting- oh, also some evidence…
Notes:
Okay, so…it seems when I need a name for something new or what have you I have an affinity for using Welsh Translations-
I hope this isn't confusing for anyone who actually speaks it... it's just seems to fit best.
The words look different enough to where it's not immediately obvious what they are, but most of them look like something I could attempt to pronounce (Probably quite badly, but still…)
In any case I think anytime I need something named (a spell, language, new creature (like Gwir-dyst for the humans that can see Supernaturals) and so on It'll just be a Welsh translation of something that seems to fit.
Also with this, fair warning- I do NOT know the language- I'm bouncing between google translate and the translator on Microsoft word, so if something isn't quite right I apologize-
My translation is only as good as the software I'm using…
Anyways…onto the story
*~********~*~********~* Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus-Magnus *~********~*~********~*This really isn't good…
Magnus flicked his wrist, again trying to get the scene to play, but all it showed was a hazy blackish red fog. No matter what he tried he couldn't get a clear picture.
Something was intentionally blocking the magic…
But that shouldn't be possible…
Not with him.
He tried once more, attempting to rotate the image, manipulate it in such a way to make the fog dissipate…but every attempt got the same result.
Finally he huffed, waving his hands erratically through the picture in frustration.
Ugh...he was so hoping this would be an easy fix.
Just some human with issues who'd seen one too many fantasy shows, a supernatural stepping out of place, greedy for more power than they naturally possessed...
Simple, straightforward, idiocy.
But this?
This is different.
In order to block his powers there has to be a significant amount of magic in play…
Dark magic.
He can feel it, almost smell it, hovering in the air like the faint wisp of perfume. It's stronger here than the other scenes. Magnus doesn't know if that's because the scene is fresher or if the being is gaining more power, though he'd wager it's a combination of both.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head, tuning into his other senses; trying to identify the source of the magic.
There it is…
He can feel the traces of the power.
It's heavy, an almost oppressive feeling…
Full of fear, anger and pain, so cold it almost burns…
It's old, ancient magic, oddly familiar…
Demonic.
His eyes pop open, he gasps slightly.
A demon.
Oh, that's really not good.
A rogue demon is a definite concern.
Lesser demons were generally of no consequence; their powers were formidable, but really nothing worse than that of a Fae or warlock. They generally coexisted with the other Supernaturals quite well; had for near five centuries, since the beginning of the accords.
Only, this one…it didn't feel right.
He should have been able to see through the spell. The fact that he couldn't means the demon was far more powerful than the standard. Even if it was the killings boosting its strength he should have been able to see through…there's something else in play here, and he really doesn't like it.
He needs to find out more, and if he can't do it with his usual wave of a hand, flick of a wrist…
Well…He'd just have to take a different route.
He takes another deep breath, rolling his shoulders. Closing his eyes, he quietly begins reciting a spell in an ancient, long forgotten language. Magnus feels the familiar spark of his powers surging up, feels it trail up his arms, licking at the air like flames, feels the crackle of the energy swirling around him.
He opens his eyes, blinking, the spell beginning. The colors of the alley dissipate, replaced by various shades of grey. The sounds of the bustling city fade to no more than a whisper. He blinks once more, a few spots changing, shimmering into focus, a bright, electric red aura radiating from them.
The traces of demonic magic.
Slowly Magnus scans the alley, taking in the scene.
His eye is first caught by the largest mark, clearly where the body was placed. He could see the outline, a brilliant red aura, shimmering like an after image in the wake of a camera flash. Moving closer he sees that there is in fact more to it.
Within the outline, where the victims back was against the wall, he can see faint markings. Looking closer it's words…
His breath catches.
Iaith-wrth.
It's been centuries since he's seen this language. Long before the accords; it was all but dead when he was a child. He hadn't even seen it save for in his lessons, and even then it was just because his teacher had an affinity for obscure linguistics and a determination to instill it in Magnus.
This is truly concerning. Iaith-wrth hasn't been spoken for nearly two millennia; it's a language of the old ones, unknown to humans… unknown to all but the most ancient, most powerful of beings. The words hold a great deal of power. Remarkably strong for spell casting, but the power comes with a heavy price. They have very dark energy; their powers tied directly to the Calon tywyll, the realm Demons originated in- what humans commonly refer to as hell.
The human world was protected from Calon tywyll, separated long ago. Nothing from that side could get through, not without help from someone on this plane to reopen the door.
Though, now it seems something there just may have it.
He stands back up, moving down the wall going over to examine a small red smudge. Glancing around, catching sight of four more marks inconspicuously placed on all three walls, as well as one on a rock, just at the mouth of the alleyway…
Magnus sighs,
The victim never stood a chance.
They're enchantment runes. Small, barely an inch long, they look like little more than a small semicircle with a dot on either side. They're completely innocuous looking; just the faintest bet of a different color from the brick walls themselves, nearly imperceptible unless you know they're there.
The moment the victim stepped foot in the Alleyway, crossed the threshold of the first mark, their fate was sealed. They would have been unable to do much anything else but follow whatever commands the being that created the marks gave.
Hmm…
That's odd…
He moves over to one of the marks on the left side, nearest the mouth of the alley. The red aura is faint on them, far lighter than that on the body imprint. Leaning close, reaching over, lightly tracing the mark with his finger. He can feel the demonic energy in the symbols, but it's different…
It's almost like…
Oh…
It's not working alone. There's a human working with it.
Hmm…
Now why would a h-
"Hey! This is a crime scene."
Magnus jumps faintly, blinking, shaking his head, clearing the spell. The colors of the alleyway and cacophony of sounds leaping back into sudden, glaring clarity, seemingly so much brighter and louder than normal.
God, that's why he didn't use this spell…
Coming out of it's like a hangover mixed with a migraine…
"What do you think you're doing here? Step away from the wall and turn around." A deep, authoritative voice demands, FAR too loudly,
Who the hell did this guy think he was?
No one spoke to him like that
He didn't take commands
He's The High Warlock of Brooklyn, not some damn genie,
"I'm doing whatever the hell I want you insolent little s-" Magnus began, whirling to face the irate voice, ready to tear into them before stopping mid sentence.
Wow…
"Detective Lightwood, BPD. Keep your hands where I can see them." The man orders, quickly showing a badge.
Okay...suddenly 'orders' don't seem too bad…
Also, at the normal volume that whole 'deep commanding, authoritative' voice thing was sexy as hell…
Which fit the man currently standing in front of Magnus quite well …
Mmm…
Black, slightly messy hair that fell a little into his stunningly beautiful light greenish hazel eyes.
Hmm…he's always had a weakness for that combo…
The man is tall, well over six feet, broad shoulders and what looked like a gorgeous body, covered in a truly unfortunate cheap, ill fitting suit- As if he needed more incentive to get this guy out of his clothes…
He's standing at the mouth of the alley, just a few feet from Magnus, one hand at his hip, near his weapon, looking Magnus over calculatingly.
Magnus gives a flirtatious smile, leaning a bit against the wall, eyes blatantly sliding from the detectives face all the way down, then back up his body,
"Yes sir, Detective." he purrs, meeting his gaze with a bold smirk and a raised eyebrow.
The pretty detectives' eyes widen faintly in surprise, a slight blush tingeing his cheeks before he's able to school his features back into the stern 'detective' look…
"W-ahem…who are you? Do you have identification?" he asks- trying for the demanding tone again, but missing slightly.
Magnus nods, perking up, getting an impish smile, moving slowly, raising his hands a little,
"Yes I do…left front pocket."
The detective huffed, gesturing faintly,
"Well, get it out."
Magnus shook his head faintly, flickering his fingers, holding his hands a bit higher.
"But darling, you just told me to keep my hands where you could see them. I cannot very well do both. You are quite confusing…perhaps you should just retrieve it yourself?"
The detective blinked a few times disbelievingly,
"Seriously?"
Oh…Magnus liked this one…
He smiled invitingly,
"Sweetheart, I am more than willing to follow every last directive you wish to give me…but you really must be clear with what you desire."
The detective sputtered, cheeks coloring brightly
"I-w…that's…just get your I.D. out."
Magnus pouted,
"Well that's not nearly as fun."
Detective Lightwood rolled his eyes,
"It's an alleyway behind a bar; it's not supposed to be fun."
Magnus shrugged,
"It could be if you'd just play along." He grumbled, reaching into his right back pocket, materializing his wallet, holding it out to the detective.
Detective Lightwoods eyebrows went up,
"Thought you said left front pocket?"
Magnus quirked his eyebrow,
"I know what I said… it would have been far more fun my way."
The detective gave a surprised bark of a laugh, shaking his head faintly before opening the wallet, looking over the I.D. perusing one of his cards from Club Pandemonium.
"Magnus Bane?"
"The one and only…At your service darling." he offered with a flourish, moving a bit closer,
"And what can I call you?"
He shook his head, giving a slight laugh,
"We'll just stick with Detective Lightwood."
Magnus huffed, rolling his eyes,
"Oh, well that simply will not do; far too long…I'm sure I can think of something shorter." He paused, tilting his head
"How about Sexy?"
The detective blushed brilliantly,
"No."
"Hot Stuff?"
"Will you stop!?" blushing brighter,
Magnus smirked,
"Not a chance gorgeous.
How about sweetc-"
"Oh, for g-
It's Alec, alright, happy?"
Magnus gave a triumphant smile,
"Very."
Alec huffed, rolling his eyes, shaking his head,
"Okay, now that we have that out of the way, what are you doing here…this is a crime scene."
Magnus tilted his head curiously,
"Is it now?"
Alec raised his eyebrow,
"Yes, you can tell by the yellow police tape. So I'll ask you again; what are you doing here?"
Magnus shrugged,
"I was bored, thought I'd have a look."
Alec's eyes sharpened,
"You were bored so you thought you'd just wander under police tape into a crime scene?"
He gave a slight nod,
"Well yes…I have a bit of an affinity for crime shows and the like, been following the news…thought I'd give it a try, see if I could find anything." He paused, glancing up at Alec through his lashes,
"I would SO love to be able to give you a hand."
"Uh huh…and did you find anything?" Alec persisted, ignoring the innuendo, sharp gaze focused,
Magnus gave a dismissive shrug,
"Well…not much, a few disturbances in the dirt, a couple odd markings…nothing too interesting."
Alec's eyebrow went up,
"Markings?"
Magnus nodded, pointing at the wall where he was looking when Alec first showed up.
"See…"
Alec moved closer, leaning in, squinting at the mark, shaking his head,
"I think that's just an imperfection in the brick."
Magnus tilted his head,
"An imperfection in the brick that appears five times on the walls and once on the ground?"
Alec seemed to startle, glancing over at him.
Magnus nodded,
"Here, right there, in the center of the back wall, and directly across from these two on the right wall, then there is one on the rock sitting at the front of the alleyway. That's not a coincidence." Magnus smirks, shrugging as if it's nothing.
Alec nods slowly,
"You are absolutely right; that can't be a coincidence."
He turns, looking back over at Magnus, gaze once more suspicious.
"It is however awful convenient a random club owner just happened to stumble onto something that is barely noticeable…
Particularly since we believe there's a connection between the murders and bars or clubs."
Ah…crap…
"Mr. Bane, I have a few more questions. I'm going to have to ask you to come down town with me."
*~********~*~********~* _End Of Chapter Notes_e *~********~*~********~*Iaith-wrth = Demonic Language
(I'll get more creative, I swear!)
Heart Of Darkness = Calon tywyll
So we got our guys to meet, what do you think?
Okay, so usually I have two or more parts per chapter, but I think this is actually a good place to end this one, and it's 3:30am right now where I live so I need to get to bed.
On the plus side I have the next two days off so I intend to make a lot of progress (hopefully)
Anyways what do you think so far?
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