Back by popular demand, I've resurrected the Game of Riddles.

*Loud applause, a few fans screaming, few fanboys sporting 'I 3 U' on their shirts (girl can dream, huh?)

I wasn't going to keep going with this story, but seeing how starving you guys are for more Mafia games, I decided I'll keep going - Especially since I'm not going back to university this year, so I might as well spend some quality time on here.

If you haven't seen the Shadowhunter's cast play 'Werewolf', I urge you to go watch it right now on youtube - especially the first one without Emeraude(Isabelle) in it. It's hilarious as, and it's kinda where I got some of my inspiration for this story, along with this other youtube channel that I watch called Justkiddingparty.

Enjoy, you starving fanatics. Also, I have an idea that I wanna pitch to the masses so please read all the way to the bottom, because it all depends on your replies.

New Game, New Players

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It had become a ritual of sorts for the whole gang to congregate together at Jordan and Simon's.

After another few rounds that night, the group had decided they'd resume another round of this game once a week. With Valentine gone, the societies within the Shadow world had one less thing to worry about. Political alliances were being forged, and Accords were being renewed and rewritten in response to the battle of Idris between both societies. Suffice it to say things were starting to ease up in the supernatural underworld of New York and with that in retrospect, ergo the new game night.

Aline and Helen were the latest in this new craze of theirs. They'd been visiting Simon's and Jordan's place when the rest of the group arrived to play the game. Since both of them had free time, they joined in and had become a fervent addition to their gang on what they called 'Mundie Game Night'. Sadly, the youngest baby Lightwood Max was back home in Idris with the Lightwood's parents, but everyone else was still just as excited. Over the last few weeks, things had heated up between the players. Magnus – being the gracious warlock he was, donated a few extra bits of furniture and cast a spell to expand the internal dimensions of the public areas of the apartment, knowing full well that there would be times when they'd have a few overnighters. Some nights, they'd fight and argue over the reigning champions, other nights they laugh it off and stay snuggled up in the apartment until morning came.

Everyone sat in the lounge, seated in several places. Clary had pulled a kitchen seat over by the sofa with Jace leaning his back up against her legs. Meanwhile, Maia, Simon, and Magnus were squashed together on the sofa, representing three of the four branches of the Underworld society.

Alec sat back to front on one of the kitchen seat's he'd dragged over, with his arms pressed over the back of the seat and a pumpkin spice latte in his hand. On the loveseat, Aline and Helen were nestled in each corner with their legs entangled and a pillow over the top to balance their bowls of ice cream on.

"Pass the caramel sauce, will you Si?"

The vampire reached for the coffee table in front of him and tossed it deftly to the faerie shadowhunter, who began pouring a helpful dose of the sticky goodness in her bowl.

"Careful, will ya ladies?" Jordan pleaded from his beanbag. "That stuff's wicked as a demon and hard to get out of the carpet."

"As if I'd spill this," Helen scoffed. She waved her hands and watched the pearlescent shine of her nails glint in the light. "I'm far too delicate with my hands."

"How's the meeting go with the Clave?" Aline asked, directing her query at the Downworlder representative on the newly reformed council. "Any fights break out?"

"No more than usual," Magnus answered, downing a glass of some fantastically, old-fashion alcoholic beverage that had no doubt been sitting pretty in the dark for well over a few decades. "The angel folk are strict and set in their ways. Even with the new rune that Clary conjured into creation, and the alliances forged during the Mortal War, there are still a few old and powerful families who are hesitant to ride this wave of peaceful co-existence."

"You can change the views of one generation, but the desired ripple effect won't always take place," Simon said pensively, looking at plastic bottle with warm animal blood resting inside.

Sour looks were exchanged in regards to the Clave. The Lightwoods and their adopted brother knew the harshness of the law, and recognized the limitations their own kind had placed upon them. There were still harsh reminders of the segregation between the societies, but hopefully – with Valentine gone, things can begin to move forward in a new light.

Clary clapped her hands together and dispelled the depressive, political air residing in the apartment. "Let's forget about that. We're here to have fun, okay?" The redhead looked up at the other female shadowhunter and smiled. "You've got the floor."

"Welcome ladies and gentleman to Glamour Country, where we have people dying left and right." Isabelle had drawn the role of Gamemaster after a heated debate between her, Alec, and Max the last time they played. She had a red fedora on to remind the players of her role, and to get into character.

"Here are the cards, labeled on the back," she explained as she handed them out. "Do not show the other players and do not leave it lying around until after you get knocked out of the game. I see eyes open and I will not hesitate to blind you for the entirety of the game." To emphasis her threat, Isabelle raised the tip of her steele out of her pocket and glared at everyone with a sweet, innocent smile.

"Could you be anymore subtle?" Jace critiqued.

"Subtlety is for wimps. Now, eyes closed and ears open. Mafia, get your eyes open and recognize each other." She waited while the chosen killers looked at one another and then survey the rest of the gang to choose their victim. She confirmed their choice and gestured for them to close their eyes. She whirled around beside the sofa and clapped her hands. "Nurse! Wake up and save someone, before they die a horrible death."

No one raised their head. Isabelle frowned and clapped again. "Nurse? Wakey-wakey, it's time to get to work."

Still no reply.

Huffing, Isabelle strode back to the center of the living room. "Okay. Everybody wake up right now." All heads arose and turned to one another in confusion. The only Lightwood heiress raised her chin. "Who didn't check their cards?"

"Alec if you screwed up, I swear by the Angel—"

"Shut up, Jace. I think I know how to play the game by now. I'm not the one who let the card fall out my pocket last ti—"

"Sorry guys." Simon raised his head timidly and waved his card. "I thought it was a civilian card."

If looks could kill, Simon would have been crucified thrice over by the three experienced shadowhunters. Clary rolled her eyes while Magnus and Maia both shared a filthy look that clearly depicted 'what the hell Vampire? You're supposed to be the expert on the mundane game' loud and clear.

The tall, lithe shadowhunter gathered the cards up and redistributed them out again in a new order. After threatening Simon explicitly she issued out her orders, confirming the roleplayers' wishes and carrying them out accordingly.

"Alright, my fellow subjects. Arise and pay attention."

Everyone popped their eyes open and looked at one another with open suspicion.

"Twas a summer's afternoon—"

"Why does it always have to be summer?" Aline voice questionably. "Why can't it be a winter afternoon, or on the moon even?"

"Are you controlling the story?" Isabelle reminded her. "No, you're not. So, on this awesome, hot, sweaty, beach-worthy summer afternoon, our fellow warlock and his charming boyfriend went for a stroll along the river." Magnus groaned unpleasantly in his chair while Alec continued blushing like mad. "The two men were heading off to a peace summit held in the London Institute and were site-seeing throughout the city. Magnus, being the romantic type, went to buy my dear brother an infamous hot cocoa from one of the stands along the river night markets.

"But then – the markets were attacked! Demons came criss-crossing to and fro and our two heroes were caught in the crossfire. Magnus, being immortal, was fine but Alec wasn't so lucky."

Magnus reached out and gripped Alec's hand in a gesture of comfort, bringing it to his lips and looking up sweetly into his boyfriend's blue eyes. "Know that you would've died valiantly and I shall carry the memory of you forever in my mind."

"I'm not really dead," Alec mumbled behind pursed lips and red cheeks.

"Fortunately though, he survived." Isabelle's voice was jovial and full of cheekiness. Someone nearby had a supernatural medical kit and saved his life. Now fight amongst each other for seven minutes to determine the killer. Go!"

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A lot of 'humming' and 'aahing' went about as everyone eyed each other. Competition was high throughout this edition of their game, and everyone was holding their cards close to their chest – figuratively. Jace had his eyes on the two shadowhunters entwined on the couch, shooting each other conversational glances while they checked out the rest of the players. Body language was tense, almost non-existent. No one dared to stare at each other longer than necessary.

Isabelle was getting bored; this wasn't as fun as the last game. She waved her arms out and looked around accusingly. "Feel free to say something."

"I heard a bit of movement going on around the sofa."

Alec was the first to challenge and accuse, pointing in the general direction of the three Downworlders next to him. Magnus arched an eyebrow at his boyfriend and stared back at the werewolf and vampire beside him.

"When?" Simon asked defensively.

"At some point after Isabelle called out for the Mafia to pick their killer."

Simon clutched his chest and looked aghast. "I have vampire speed. I think I'd be a bit more subtle and more stealthy in this game."

"Simon, you could be God for all we care, and you'd still be louder than a newborn infant stomping around on dry leaves."

The brown-haired vampire stared shrewdly at Jace's taunt, and hunched his shoulders. He made a face at the blonde. "Are you ever going to stop your relentless harassment, goldilocks?"

"This isn't harassment, Lewis. This is my way of showing I care for you."

"By treating me like the sucker that gets fed to lion's in the Roman games?" Simon scoffed and shrunk back into the couch. He brushed back his hair where his mark showed against his pale skin. "Y'know, I can suck your blood, snap your neck, and walk out of here with your leather jacket any time I want, mate."

Jace smirked lazily while his gaze danced with Simon's. "Yes, but I doubt Izzy and Alec won't sit idly by while this happens. And you wouldn't want to get into my sister's bad books, now would you?"

"You're distracting," said Clary, wrapping one hand over her boyfriend's mouth. Any longer and the two boys she cared the most about would be at each other's throats over a stupid fight. She squirmed as the blonde tried to pry her hands off, and stayed vigilant when he began licking her palms for release. "I'm gonna have to disagree with Alec on this one."

"On what grounds?" Maia asked.

"On the grounds that Aline seems to look away from whoever is talking."

The girl with the pixie haircut raised one eyebrow and pulled out the spoon dangling from her mouth. She raised an arm in the universal pose, 'really bro' and pouted moodily. "I can tell you for sure it's not me," she argued back.

"Why should we believe you?" Alec questioned.

Helen's face was aghast. "You really think my girlfriend is going to try and kill the guy with a warlock for a boyfriend? Really? Really Alec?"

"Maybe you're the one who started it," Magnus interrupted. His yellow cat eyes lit up briefly and were overrun by blue sparks. "You both could be mafia, and you were the one who tried to take a hit at my boyfriend. You're just trying to protect Aline from getting in trouble."

Helen's blue-green eyes flashed and she tucked her blonde hair back behind the pointed tips of her ears. The shadowhunter runes were pale against her skin but nonetheless threatening as she pointed at the warlock. "One, my girlfriend is capable of defending herself without me at her side. Two," she flipped her hand around and wiggled her fingers back at Magnus. "Maybe you're the mafia."

"Enlighten me, Halfling."

Simon rolled his eyes at the poorly used Lord of the Rings reference while the argument intensified between the warlock and the faerie.

"For starters, you have the motive because the last time we were here, we voted you off when you got put under suspicion."

Magnus pouted moodily and pulled at the neck of the oversized burgundy sweater with glittery threads of gold mixed into the material. "Your claims are denied and false. I'm not one to hold grudges."

'It's you two!" Maia clapped her hands and giggled crazily as she pointed at the two Downworlders engaged. Everyone watched the crazed look in her eyes as she stamped her bare feet on the ground.

"These two are Mafia," she cried out excitedly. "Look at the way they're going at each other's throats. They're trying to throw off any suspicion by playing the whole court case."

Collective gasps went up among the boys and those closest to the accused stared shrewdly at the culprits. Both Magnus and Helen paused in their banter to look at everyone with the whole 'WTF' expressions on their face.

"It's not me," Magnus defended. "I would never try to put my boyfriends life on the line like that."

The wolf girl shook her head. "In this game, we don't recognise relationships. There are only alliances or everyone being in it for themselves."

Clary raised her arms up to grab everyone's attention as they howled. "It can't be Helen," she exclaimed.

Jordan folded his arms across his chest. "Oh? And why not?"

The redhead waved her arm frantically in Helen's direction. "Because she's got faerie blood in her. Hello-o – the whole 'Seelie's can't lie' gimmick?"

The noise of the apartment died down as they justified her words in their heads. Magnus shrugged. "Kinda makes sense. But what about me? I'm entirely innocent in this game."

Jace shook his curls against her legs. "Rejected. Helen's onl—"

"Only part faerie, Clary," Helen finished off, looking at her with a grateful expression. "Full-blooded Seelies cannot lie, but my mixed-blood doesn't compel me to do so – although I do get the urge to just be honest anyways. But thank you for trying to defend me."

"This is so hard," Jordan groaned, kicking both legs out and rubbing furiously at his eyes.

"Are any of you going to put someone up to the chopping block?" Isabelle interrupted, remind them all of her existence. She dangled the phone in her hands and tapped her gold nails against her thighs. "Time's running up."

"Okay, okay," Maia said, taking charge of the atmosphere. "So you—" pointing to Alec, "—said you heard movement going along at some point when Isabelle was calling the shots. Was this before Simon's stuff-up or after?"

"It was definitely when we restarted." Alec waved his hand over the three and arched an eyebrow. "There was definitely some movement around those three."

Maia shuffled about and faced the two guys sharing the couch with her. "It definitely can't be Simon because he was motionless the whole time. And I would know because I'm right beside him. And he's too submissive this time. So, my guess is that it's probably Magnus."

Jace made a face and wavered his hands a bit in front of him. He huffed and looked at the tense warlock, eying everyone who dared to make eye contact with him. "Sorry, Mags but I'm going with Maia on this."

The yellow-eyed warlock narrowed his eyes and brushed his hair back. "It wasn't me, you children."

"Oh really? What's your defense?"

"Would I really kill this Nephilim—" he enunciated, stabbing a finger at Alec's chest, "This shadowhunter, who probably knows fifty odd ways to slaughter a demon? This shadowhunter, who could probably pin me to the wall with his arrows and leave me dangling off the side of a high-rise building?"

"You could have tried to get rid of him to make sure he didn't notice any tell-tale signs." Clary waved her hand between the couple as she explained her reasoning. "Alec's the one that see you most of the time, so in my head, if I was you I would be knocking off the people who know me the best."

Magnus's mouth was left agape as the majority of the room turned against him. Alec tried valiantly to come to his defense, but there was nothing else that could really change their minds.

"Okay, shut up!" Isabelle clapped her hands for everyone's attention and gazed around at the whole floor. "So we're putting Magnus up on the chopping block? Magnus, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"All I'm going to say is that you will regret this, because I am a very important person that could save your life in this game."

"Oh really?" Helen questioned facetiously. "Well, how important is your role?"

He waved his hand flamboyantly and braced his elbows against the top of his knees. "I will literally be the difference between which team win. If you kick me out here and now, children, you will be kicking yourselves after."

"So you're the nurse," Jordan summarized. "Is that what you're saying?"

Magnus snorted haughtily. "No, I'm a civilian."

The werewolf shook his head and bit down on his lip. "Nuh-uh. See that – that snicker that just came out of your mouth? That just puts you up on my list of suspects. I'm not going to trust a guy who can make something disappear with a snap."

"Enough. Who's voting Magnus for the death penalty?"

Several hands went up against Magnus, with Aline and Alec being the only ones to keep their hands down.

"Well, it's a sad day for us all in Glamour Country, but Magnus you're gone."

The warlock rolled his eyes and pulled out the card from his pocket and flicked it in the air. "Well, good-bye Glamour Country. You just lost yourself the head of the police department, so suck on that."

People groaned in response as Magnus trotted off and made another beanbag appear in the crowded space beside Alec. He launched himself on it and pulled the blue-eyed shadowhunter on top of him, wrapping his arms around the blushing angel boy.

"Why didn't you tell us you were the cop, Magnus?!" Simon growled.

"Because no one was listening to me."

"You should've tried harder!"

"You shouldn't have doubted Magnus," Alec defended.

"Calm down boys and girls," Isabelle commanded. "Let's all be nice to one another and get on with the game. The night is still young and we have the wayward mafia to catch."

There you have it folks, the new installation. We'll be back for more humour and comedic banter in the future. Anyhow, back to my questions:

1. If I were to start up a new story where the crew were playing more muncie games, what would you suggest. I'll probably do it anyways, but it's always interesting to see what the masses want. I'm just here to get my creativity down on paper so it won't bug me so much in my dreams. Thoughts?

2. Who's been watching Shadowhunters lately? How does everyone feel about the casting and the acting skills? I know it's not how we all pictured,and that they're messing up the storyline by bringing some key characters in too early, but there are some cool bits to it. Like how they had the flashbacks to the Circle era, and us seeing the Lightwood family - I LIVE FOR BABY MAX. AND THE MALEC SCENES.

Y'know, Clace has always been my main TMI OTP, and it still is when it comes to writing mostly.

BUT HOT DAMN MATTHEW DADDARIO AND HARRY SHRUM JR. ARE BRINGING THE MALEC FEELS IN ME. I MIGHT HAVE TO SWITCH TO THE MALEC CRUISE.

But I'm still Clace fan though, (and - regrettably, a closet Clebastian fan). *Has to stand in front of a mirror to persuade herself Clace is the main.

But yeah, feedback would be a bit nice.