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Chapter IV

"The beginning of the end"

Magnus lay still on the bed, with his eyes closed. His breath was slow. His chest was rising in a slow motion. He pretended to be asleep. The warlock was waiting until Sathera, Kylios and Jesse will fall asleep, so he could contact with Raphael. He was hearing their breaths and it took him a half of an hour to finally open his eyes again. Thanks to his cat eyes he could easily see in the darkness. The two werewolves and a fairy - Jesse - were already sleeping, some of them were snoring. Kylios even barked through his sleep. Magnus turned on his back and whispered the spell in the demon language.

'Hellavoine serthenous nexumus cerebrus'

It took a long moment, before he was in a position to jump into Raphael's head. With vampires it was always a harder work, since their brains were a long time dead, and Bane didn't have anything to hold on in there. When he cast that spell on some living creature he could easily connect with its brain nerves. Finally he managed to get into Santiago's brain and he spoke.

"Raphael."

"Dios Mio!" the vampire exclaimed, as Bane's voice interrupted his thoughts about Hotel Dumort. "Qué está pasando? Magnus? Where are you?"

"In your head, you idiot. " Magnus had to stop himself from muttering under his nose some insult towards his friend. He could feel that Raphael is very confused by the situation. "I need to contact with you somehow and I can't send fire messages from here." The vampire was still silent. "I'm going to take you somewhere, ok? Empty your mind and let me take over your body."

"Just don't kill me, Bane, or I will hunt your ass forever."

Magnus rolled his eyes, before he focused on the ancient spell. He didn't cast it for years now, the last time was back in Paris in late twenties, when he contacted through it with Ragnor, Cate and Tessa at the same time. The warlock pulled the every ounce of his magic and directed it into Raphael's body, from the vampire's head through his dead heart and empty veins to his feet. Once he felt himself in Santiago's body, he grabbed the essence of the vampire into his fists; small, grayish lines of the vampire's aura twisted with Magnus's turkish ones turning itself into deep green color. In a moment later they have become black, before the light exploded from it, filling both, Magnus's and Raphael's mind with the white, bright light, almost blinding.

Suddenly they felt coldness surrounding them, though it wasn't the hell's coldness like it was years before when Magnus moved himself here. When he opened his eyes he saw the familiar white walls in the perfectly squared room. There was nothing here but bare walls. The room was bright, though there was no source of the light. Bane often wondered where it comes from, but, nothing came to his mind.

Raphael's body eventually modeled itself wholly before him. He was holding his hands in a hard grip when the vampire opened his black eyes.

"Where are we? " he whispered.

"Edomus," Raphael's eyes were wide open at this revelation. "Don't worry, we're not in Edom itself nor the Hell. This," he gestured at the four walls with his hand, "is the first level above the Edom. You can say that it's between the Earth and my father's realm. I discovered it by an accident years ago, when I needed a safe place to hide from my enemies." Raphael was nodding to it. "Anyway, we will be meeting here, whenever I need to report to you. I can't exactly leave the Institute now, nor sending fire messages is safe; someone could see me using my magic. And while being here, my body lays up there still, like I'll be sleeping. Though I can't stay here for long, because I don't have any alerting spells cast on myself, so I don't know if someone is watching me or trying to wake me...no I'd feel that but…"

"To the point, Bane," Raphael cut him off with a stern look.

"Ok, no need to get your panties in a twist, mi compadre," the vampire didn't like his words. He shot him a glare and urged him to continue without the unnecessary blabbing. "I am the personal slave of Valentine, just like we wanted. I met all of the inhabitants of the Institute already. And let me tell you, those kids are strange, so are the adults. But…"

"Cease your blabbing, Bane, and tell me some important things," the black eyes of the vampire burned his soul. Magnus sighed loudly and began to speak again.

"The thing is that I met all Lightworms, Morgensterns and that strange, cursed hunter, and," he added, taking a deep breath; truly, the air in Edomus was very thick and hard to breath in, "of course, the two dogs of Valentine. Also, I met werewolves, who serves them. They are alright," at this point, Raphael was glaring him murderously. "I know that Valentine keeps the most important stuff in the library, at least I think so, he goes there whenever he can. Also, he keeps going to different Institutes and such. Maybe Idris as well."

"And the point of this?"

"My friend," Magnus patted his shoulder, which almost cost him a ripped hand, when Raphael snatched it away. " Relax, will you?" No answer came out from the vampire's lips, but a heavy growl. "Fine, my thoughts are that he's checking the progress of the possible, future; well not so long in the fut…"

"For heaven's sake!" he interrupted him, sliding his fangs out. "To the point, Bane!"

"I think he wants to gather the strongest hunters from the whole world, starting with his both sons." Raphael's face didn't show any sign of reaction or emotion. It was blank. "And, I think that he will want to use them, but for what, that I don't know."

"Then find out more and then contact me. Bane," the warlock only nodded to that. Maybe, after all, it wasn't the best idea to call on Raphael in the day one. He should've learn more at first to give him some proper informations. "Send me back home."

"Technically, you haven't left your own bedroom," at that the vampire's eyebrow went up in a question. "Your body sits back in the hotel, only your mind is here, just as mine." Magnus wondered whether he should explain it more, or just give up on that matter. But the stern look of the black eyes of his friend told him to do it. "I called on your mind here and made a projection of you, same as me. Though I admit, it costed me a lot of power and…"

Raphael raised his hand to shut him up, and the warlock complied.

"Send me back to the hotel, and call me when you have something important for me and the rest of the Downworld, got it?"

Magnus did as he was told.

As soon as he broke the connection between his and Raphael's mind, he woke up and sat upright on the single bed. He tried to catch his breath, as always, the hard spell has left him weakened. In the darkness of the room, he spotted two yellow rings which were directed at him. Thanks to his cat eyes, he was able to see pretty well in darkness. As he concentrated more, he realized that someone is staring up at him. Magnus swallowed hard and waited for the move of a werewolf, trying to stop himself from an instinctual use of magic. For a moment, nothing happened, but the warlock was still aware of the awakeness of some werewolf; he had wondered which one of them was awake, Kylios or Sathera?

"Something troubles you? A nightmare? " he heard a male's voice, so definitely it was Kylios.

"Yes, a memory of the death of my previous master," he lied; he always has been a great liar, he had to, if he wanted to survive in this world.

"You feel sorry for him? Has he been treating you well, then? " Kylios had been asking some more. Magnus relaxed some more and feeling no danger coming from the werewolf and started to tell a made up story of Adam Ravenscar.

"Kind of, well he never used any force towards me, he never harmed me as well," Kylios seemed to believe that, well no wonder, Magnus have been always a good story-teller. "He was alone, and far away from his homeland, so he needed someone to talk to everyday. And believe me, we could talk for hours. I told him at least the half of my life. He was a good man."

"You miss him?"

"I miss the known territory, you know," sometimes Magnus went too deep into some lie and the person he had been lying to had seen it. This time, he hoped that Kylios won't figure out that the story he is telling is a pure lie. Maybe it was the right time to cut the pointless blabbing? "And I don't know the new masters yet, so I don't know what to expect."

"Don't worry, you'll meet them closely very soon," the werewolf explained. "When the morning will come, you'll be forced to help them. Believe me."

Kylios, indeed, was right. When the morning came, to be precisely five a.m., Magnus was dragged out of the uncomfortable bed by Sathera. He didn't even have a proper time to put some make-up on himself, before he was led to the Institute's kitchen. He was served with a small, supposed-to-be breakfast, which contained a bowl of mashed potatoes and a few bits of meat. The warlock looked suspiciously at Sathera. The older woman offered him an apologetic, small smile, before she took the bowl and replaced it with two sandwiches with cheese.

"You must forgive me, I'm used to cooking for hunters and werewolves only," the female said, fixing the breakfast for kids, at least Magnus assumed it was for shadowhunter kids. She cracked the eggs on the frying pan, where the bacon had been placed before. When Kylios waltzed into the kitchen, the woman pointed to the coffee maker, which probably was some silent code for them. With no words, the man started to brew the coffee. He took out seven cups and eight glasses. He filled the cups with coffee, once it was done and glasses with an orange juice. He placed them all on the wooden tray and left the kitchen as quietly and quickly as he could.

Magnus stared at the two werewolves in a small state of awe. He hadn't expected them to be so eager to work for Shadowhunters. He suspected that they will at least curse them during doing their jobs, but so far he hadn't heard any insult towards the Nephilim coming from the mouths of the downworlders in here. He had a conclusion that Kylios and Sathera are just well-adapted into the life with the shadowhunters.

This wasn't very good for Magnus and Raphael. They needed more allies if they just wanted to raise a revolution. But maybe Bane would be able to work on them, to convince them to his...well to Raphael's ideas, though Magnus agreed to them as well. Yes, he needs to work on them. Same as he needs to work on those young shadowhunters.

Magnus knew immediately that he won't find out anything from the older generation of Nephilim. They were blindly following Valentine, so they are taught to keep secrets with themselves. But the young ones, they can be worked on. Magnus just needed a good way to slide into their minds and lives. He could do it, definitely. All he needed is a good plan.

Bane was urged to finish his meal as fast as he could, before he would be dragged by Kylios to clean all the weapons in the Institute; apparently this was the male werewolf's weekly job. Magnus was led by Kylios into the weapon room and left by himself with a bunch of knives, swords, bows, nunchakus and many more. Sighing loudly, he sat down at the small wooden stool. When he heard the sound of closing door, he looked around. The weaponry room was truly impressive. The shadowhunters must have collected the weapons for years, there were a few swords that Magnus had recognized from the events in the end of XIXth century, from London to be precise.

The warlock took one of the swords, the one that James held in the battle with the Autonomous. It brought the memory of the famous fight to Magnus mind. What a glorious fight it had been, a very painful as well.

He shook the memories off of himself and tried to listen if there's anyone coming by. He definitely wasn't into the mood to clean the weapons. After all he wasn't a slave to anyone, even if Valentine and the rest of hunters thought so. He won't be serving them, if it won't be a necessary for their - Raphael's and Magnus's - plan to work out. Magnus raised his hands in the air and murmured a quick cleaning spell. He smirked to himself, seeing the blue sparks of his magic swirling around the weapons.

Suddenly he heard some footsteps, were closely to the door. He cut the spell off and took two swords into his hands. He sat down and pretended to polish them with a carnation's oil and a rug. A few seconds later, the door was opened and bits of conversation came to Magnus's ears.

"Really, Alec, I need to buy those shoes, they will match my red Dolce," the black haired girl said, throwing her long hair to the back. "So I need you to give me some cash."

"And how much these Louvintin costs?" Alec asked, walking in behind her.

"Louboutin," Magnus spoke up from his place, letting them know about his presence. They looked at him shocked for a moment. Well, Magnus didn't blame them. He was holding the sword with its blade towards them, like he'd like to attack them. The warlock put the weapon down to the floor and offered the two young hunters a fake, friendly smile.

"See? " Miss Lightwood called, gesturing at Magnus. "He knows what I am talking about. You should too, Alec. Maybe you, Bane, can teach him at least basics of the fashion."

The blue eyed boy clearly wished to say something, but once he opened his mouth, no words came out. Instead, the hunter's cheeks became crimson, when Magnus winked at him and agreed to the ask of the sister.

"The red dress with one long arm? From winter 2007 collection?" The girl nodded to that with a brightness in her eyes. "It's a gorgeous dress. I've seen it in the internet." At that the siblings gave him a confused look. Was it possible that they have no idea what the internet was? Dear Lord, are they living here in some kind of Middle Age? "You own it?"

"Yes," she confirmed. "Mom and dad bought it for me on my birthday three months ago. But they forgot about the matching shoes."

"Classic Louboutin's, black on a six inches heel," the girl nodded again and came closer to the warlock. She sat down at the other wooden stool and looked at Magnus in an awe. "Wonderful shoes. You do have a taste, darling."

"And apparently you do know fashion."

"Honey," Magnus added with a charming smile. "I'm the fashion. I know everything about it."

The brown eyes of the girl shined with an excitement. She leaned closer to him and grabbed his hand into her own. Magnus thought that it had to be an involuntary move, after all, shadowhunters didn't get touchy with the downworlders. Magnus just offered her a small, quick smile. When the girl realized, what she had done, she retrieved her hand, though not abruptly like Magnus had expected her to do.

Alexander was looking at them the entire time with his beautiful, ocean-like eyes. The crimson color didn't disappear from his cheeks. Well, how could it, when Magnus had been glancing at him the entire time, winking occasionally. But Bane couldn't stop himself, Alexander Lightwood, though he was a shadowhunter, was beautiful man that Magnus could take to his bed.

That's when an idea came to his mind. A brilliant idea, how to get himself into the hearts of the young Lightwoods. He needed to gain their trust and sort of a friendship, for the plan to work out, so they would tell him all of the dirty secrets.

But it didn't mean that he couldn't have fun during it, right?

So the way to Isabelle's heart was through fashion.

And to Alexander's, he'll have to charm his way into his heart.

And frankly, he looked forward to doing it.

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