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Chapter VII

"The past will haunt you down"

Magnus was pacing the hard, cold floor of his room that night. His fastened and shallow breaths filled the quiet space. He was squeezing his fists so badly that his knuckles turned white.

It was bad. Even worse. It was terrible and they all were doomed.

He tried to concentrate and relax his mind, so he could easily connect with Raphael, but the emotions from Alec's news still were wrecking his mind.

"Are you ok? " he heard a quiet voice behind his back. Startled by that, he jumped a little to the other side of the room.

"For heaven's sake," he murmured, placing a hand over his hammering heart, "don't do that, Kylios. I am old, but I don't want to die just yet."

"I apologize." the werewolf smiled apologetically and sat at the edge of his bed. "You seem nervous. You smell stressed," he inhaled the air in the room. "Everything ok? Did master Alec do something to you?"

"No. It's not that," Magnus waved his hand, and then it happened. A few blue sparks flew out of the tip of his fingers, straight to the floor, creating a violet pool. The warlock's eyes opened wide. He dared to take his eyes off of the small portal that he has created without his consent and looked over at the werewolf.

Kylios was starting with opened mouth at the floor, alternating it with starting shocked at Magnus. He tried to say something, but Magnus had seen that he couldn't even come up with something to say. What could he say anyway? All Magnus knew was, that he has to cover this up, somehow. He had to make Kylios believe him. Bane couldn't afford himself being uncovered, not now, when he's mission barely began.

"What…"

"It's nothing!" Magnus moved to the portal and kneeled next to it. He knew that he can't use more magic to make it disappear. Who knew, maybe Kylios would tell that to Sathera or worse, to Valentine. Then it would be an end. Magnus would be killed and his mission would be a failure. He couldn't let that happen.

"How?" the werewolf asked silently. "Do you still have your magic?"

"No!" he responded loudly. "It must be an emotional reaction. I was stressed by the...the nightmares that have been haunting me lately," he lied smoothly. "I'm dreaming about the death of my previous master. It saddens me greatly. And my body reacts to it. After all, I'm part a demon. There's still some of dark magic inside of me, in my blood."

"I get it," the other man smiled a bit, patting Magnus on his shoulder. "Sometimes I want to change into my wolf form as well, but all I can do is changing my eyes. And grow ears from time to time." Kylios shook his head and moved towards the door. "Anyway, if you're hungry, Sathera just finished preparing food. And Morgensterns and Lightwoods will be back in two days."

With that he left Magnus alone. The warlock breathed in relief. He was glad that he was able to convince Kylios to his little lie. Magnus forced himself to relax and wiped off the half-portal that he created. He could use it and leave the Institute, but he was slightly afraid that the magic bounds around the sacred building won't be so easy to force down.

The warlock lay down on his bed, closed his eyes and emptied his mind. He let the cold of Edomus surround him and pull inside of it. For a moment, he felt his blood freeze in his veins. Once he opened his eyes, he was met with the familiar white room, which contained two bony chairs and a table made of bones as well. Magnus's left eyebrow rose in a confusion. He didn't place it here. He would remember such thing. It must have been an addition from his father.

Of course, Asmodeus must have known by now that Magnus is using this safe place too often lately. It was only a matter of time, before his demonic father will make an appearance here by himself. Though Magnus dreaded that day.

Bane shrugged his arms and focused on a spell. This time it was easier, he had made a connection with Raphael before, so a few moments later, the projection of the vampire appeared before him.

"What now?" the dead-man asked. "Any important news?"

"Very," he stated firmly, looking stern at Raphael. "There'll be soon a new shadowhunter in the Institute. A powerful one."

"What do you mean? Who is this shadowhunter?"

"Someone, who was ought to be kept out of our world. But now that she's known to them...we're doomed, Raphael," he kept murmuring, looking from side to side. He knew, that the moment Valentine will find out about the red head girl, they will all die. He will use her to gain his goal, to find the Mortal Cup. "You must tell Luke Garroway to hide her. He will know. Hide her somewhere safe, before it's too late. Tell him, that they know, not everyone, but they know and we must act quickly, befor…"

"You're not making any sense, Magnus. Who are you talking about, and what is the woman's connection to that dog?" Santiago was pushing the matter, grabbing Magnus by his shoulder, to stop him from nervous pacing. When did he start to pace? Bane had no idea, his body must have acted on its own. "Who?"

"Jocelyn's and Valentine's daughter...he needs to hide Clary...before it's too late, Raphael. Tell him that."

Magnus snapped his fingers and sent them both back to their bodies. Once he connected his spirit and body his eyes opened widely and he gasped, sitting upright on the bed. He was was struggling to catch a breath. Heart was hammering in his chest, strangely it was not from the spell. It was from the fear that soon they will all die. Unless the fate would be on their side.

Fate decided to play a game with them, making them losers.

When Lightwoods and Morgensterns came back home, Magnus prayed that Clarisa wouldn't show up, as she didn't in the past week. Unfortunately, he was the only one to pray for it.

Jace Morgenstern brought her in the morning, with an amazing news for his father that Clary is a shadowhunter. Then, it was only worse with every next second.

Bane hoped that maybe, by some kind of luck, Valentine won't recognize Clary as Jocelyn's daughter. But of course, his hopes soon died, as the man in question called her by his wife's name.

"You know my mother? She's been kidnapped by someone...I've been looking for…"

"My daughter," Valentine spoke softly, coming closer to her. "Come and greet your father."

The little girl looked at him confused, same as Jace who had been standing right next to her, with a hand clasped over her wrist. When Valentine was getting closer, she wanted to take a step back, but was held by the blond boy. The man touched her cheek, making her flinch and spoke something into her ear, Magnus couldn't hear what.

"Your mother is here," Valentine added, looking at Jace and Clary. "And we've been waiting for you, my daughter. Me, your mother and your brothers."

Clary was overwhelmed by the whole situation, it was written all over her freckled face. Valentine was smiling at her, Jonathan as well and Jace...Jace was staring down the floor and let her wrist go. He take a step away from her, probably so she couldn't see the sad expression on his face, at least that's what Magnus was guessing. According to Alec, Jace fell for the girl.

"Bane!" Magnus rose his head and looked at Valentine as the man addressed him. "Take my daughter upstairs and show her to her new room. She will be living with us now. And made sure to watch her over. She's your priority as well."

"Yes, Master Valentine," he grunted through his teeth. He ducked his head, hoping that Clary wouldn't see him. But of course, the fate was once again against him. Her green eyes were full of confusion. She was opening her mouth to say something probably, but Bane just shook his head with a hope that she'll understand the message. Apparently she did. She didn't say a word, until he led her out of the library and moved to the stairs.

"I know you," she whispered to him. Magnus stopped abruptly, making the girl fall on his back. He turned around and looked downstairs then upstairs to see if there's anyone nearby. When Clary wanted to say something more, he clasped a hand over her mouth and grabbed her arm. He dragged her upstairs to the nearest room. He closed the door, as quietly as he could and turned around to the girl, who was glaring at him. He carefully took his hand off of her mouth and let her speak again. "I know you," she repeated herself. "I've seen you in my dreams. Who are you? How do I know you?"

"You just couldn't lay low, could you? I told that stupid werewolf to hide you," he half-shouted, sighing loudly. "Now we are all doomed."

"Who are you? Is Valentine my father? You must know me and my mother," tears were slowly streaking down her face. When Magnus looked closer at her, he saw in her eyes the two year old girl who was chasing Mr. Catsby around his apartment on Brooklyn, a girl who was crying like a little banshee. "Please, tell me, why are you in my dreams. Who are those people. Where's my mother? What's going on here?"

"I'm Magnus Bane, I'm the High Warlock of Brooklyn…" the girl closed her eyes and placed her hands on both sides of her head.

"Blue sparks shooting from your fingers…" she mumbled.

"Yes, that's my magic."

"What did you do to me?" Clary asked, wiping her tears away. "I've seen in my dreams you shooting your sparks at me. What did you do to me?"

"What your mother wanted," he came closer to her and put hands on her shoulders. "I blinded your sight. I made you a mundane girl...to keep you safe from the shadow world. That's what your mother wanted, after she ran away from that monster." She sent him a silent question in her eyes. "From your father and brother."

"Why?"

"Your mother realized that what the Circle was doing is wrong. She didn't want our enslaving and our deaths…"

"Our?" she cut him off.

"Downworlders, that's what I am. You are a shadowhunter, like your father and brothers, maybe even better." Once again Clary's face showed that she's overwhelmed by the situation. She sat down at the edge of queen sized bed and started to breathe heavily. "Calm down, biscuit, it's not the end of the world, yet."

"I don't want to be a shadowhunter. I just want my mom back, and Luke."

"Exactly, where the hell is Luke and why did he not hide you? Have you been in a contact with him?" Clary looked at him, like he'd been talking in some foreign language that she did not understand. "You need to find him, somehow and for everything sacred in this world, stay away from your father and brothers. This isn't a world that your mother wanted you to live in, Clarissa."

"Well too bad, she's god knows where…"

"I believe that Valentine said truth," Magnus interrupted her, circling the room. "She must be here. He wanted her, since he found out about her not being dead as he assumed."

"But why? He wanted us to be reunited?"

"No, biscuit," Magnus smiled sadly. "He wanted the one thing that your mother had stolen. The biggest treasure in the Shadow world." She moved her head to the left, waiting for an explanation. "The Mortal Cup. A vessel, which holds something so big, that everyone is eager to kill for." He made a small pause and grabbed her small hand in his own. "Whoever has the Mortal Cup, controls and rules the whole shadow world. The owner can control demons."

"It's bad, right? I see it in your eyes," Clary spoke in a small voice.

"It's really bad. And believe me, sweetheart," Magnus stroked her cheek, almost lovingly. "It will be the end for all of us, downworlders and the end of the world we've known. The whole world will be turned upside down, even more than it is now."

"What are you going to do?"

"I can't let your father have the Cup. And I need your help with that, Clary."

In that very moment the door of the bedroom was opened, and Alec stepped inside. He looked warily at them, eyeing them from head to toes.

"What's going on here? Why are you in my bedroom?"

"Oh, I've made a mistake, Master Alec," Magnus offered him a cheeky smile, making him blush. "I thought that this is an empty bedroom, which young lady Clary can take."

"The next one is empty," Alec grunted, glaring the redhead, as Magnus was still keeping a hand over her cheek. "Take her there, Magnus."

"Yes, of course. After you, lady Clary," he stepped out of the room behind the girl and heard Alec shutting the door loudly. Magnus promised himself that he'll check on the boy as soon as he could, he seemed to be frustrated with something. The warlock opened the door of the empty bedroom and went after Clary. When he closed the door, he lowered his voice and spoke to her again. "You mustn't let them know that you know me, or that I told you about the Mortal Cup. I'll make you a deal, Clary Fray. You will be listening to your father and telling me what he knows and such, and I'll wake your mother from her coma and send her somewhere safe."

"Jace said that all downworlders have their abilities bounded, then how…"

"Biscuit, I'm a High Warlock of Brooklyn, son of a Greater Demon, I'm very powerful."

"Deal," she said suddenly, grabbing him by his upper arm. "I'll be your spy and you save my mom, Magnus Bane."

Later, at night, Magnus risked his life, by sending a quick fire message to Raphael.

I'll have the Mortal Cup. Soon.

A/N: Did you like it?

A small spoiler:
"Oh dear…" Magnus sighed. "You're so sickly in love that I feel a dinner in my throat." (...)
(...)"Your whole existence is wrong," he barked at her. "But fear not. You won't die, tonight. I want you to pass a message to your leader. Tell Valentine Morgenstern, that I, Raphael Santiago, am coming for him!" (...)
Uhu, Raphael plans something big.
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