The Warlock of Notre Dame: Prologue.

The night was a dark and cold one. It had recently snowed and it was piled up on the streets of Paris. There was never much demon activity during the snowy season but that didn't stop the Nephilim from patrolling the area for potential danger.

Even if the demons didn't come out much, there was still trouble to look out for.

Downworlders.

Vampires, Werewolves, Warlocks and Fairies. Creatures that weren't fully demons but not completely human either, would roam around at night, causing problems.

There has been talk of warlocks selling illegal potions and the Nephilim had their eyes peeled for any activity.

None more so than a young twenty year old Shadowhunter named Valentine Morgenstern. He just recently became the head of one of the most well known institutes of all time, and lived their with his wife Jocelyn and their new born son, Jonathan.

The Institute was Notre Dame and it was known all around the world by Nephilim, Downworlders, and Mundanes alike.

It was the only institute in the world where people other than Nephilim could enter. Mundanes went inside for their Church services every Sunday, as well as used it for sanctuary.

Notre Dame was split up into three parts. The bottom level where mundanes pray, The second floor where the Shadowhunters dwell; No mundane could enter there, and finally, there was the third level where the popular bells of Notre Dame were held.

"Valentine," a Shadowhunter named Hodge starkweather called out, walking up to the blonde haired man. Valentine rolled his eyes, hating having to work with Hodge, but he put on a fake smile, facing his 'friend'.

"What is it Hodge? As you can see, I am very busy patrolling the area."

Hodge starkweather was always trying to do things to get onto Valentine's good side. If you were in with him, you were pretty much set for life.

"I got word from my Intel. They said that there was talk of warlocks meeting under the bridge to make a trade of some kind. It could be more illegal potions."

Valentine pondered that for a moment. He has been chasing the trail of illegal potions for a few months now. If he could capture some warlocks and question them, it would help him find the main source.

"Thank you Hodge, I'll be heading to the bridge now," he said starting to walk away. Hodge frowned, following him.

"Don't you want me to go with you? You may need backup."

Valentine sighed exasperatedly. Hodge was the last person he wanted to bring with him. He would just get in the way like he always does. Valentine's Parabatai, Lucian Graymark was out sick though, so he didn't really have a choice.

He could probably do it alone if it was anyone else but Warlocks. They were notoriously tricky creatures.

"Very well Hodge, it seems I could use the help. Just please don't do anything unless I tell you too."

He nodded excitedly, happy to be able to finally work with Valentine.

The two made their way to the bridge and waited in shadows for people to appear. They waited for four hours, watching a few mundane drug exchanges, but nothing Downworlder related seemed to be happening. Valentine started to get irritated by the lack of warlock activity.

"Your Intel seems to be wasting my time, Hodge," he growled.

Hodge bit his lip, slightly afraid, but he was relieved when a group of people gathered under the bridge. Two of those people were girls with pink and purple skin, signs that they were warlocks. The other two were a man and a woman with tan dark skin and black hair.

The tan woman handed the pink warlock something wrapped in a blanket. Once she had it in hand, she looked it over smiling. She pulled something out of her pocket and put it in the blanket before handing it back to the tan woman.

"Lets go" Valentine commanded before walking up to the warlocks with Hodge right behind him.

When he was close enough to he seen, the pink warlock girl pulled the tan man and woman behind her.

"What do you want Shadowhunters? You have no business here."

Valentine raised an eyebrow at that statement before glancing behind her at the blanket wrapped object in the tan woman's arms.

"We saw you put something in that blanket. There has been rumors of warlocks selling illegal potions to Mundanes. Give me what you gave her and we will be able to settle this nice and easy."

The woman held the blanket close to her chest frowning. The purple warlock was the next to get in front of her. She glared at Valentine, her eyes unnaturally gold.

"What we gave her wasn't an illegal potion. This is warlock business Nephilim, so leave at once. You are scaring our customers."

"Your 'customers' are mundane. Downworlders are not allowed to sell anything to Mundanes. They aren't even supposed to know about our world."

The only man of the group stood forward frowning. "Please sir, we are desperate and need this potion. Can't you over look this one time?"

The question made Valentine want to laugh. Why would he ever look away from devilish behavior. In his eyes the Mundanes are just as guilty as the filthy Downworlders.

"You are all under arrest. Hodge, take whatever she's holding away."

The tan woman held the blanket tighter to her chest before turning and making a run for it. The man followed not far behind, pulling out a small dagger for protection.

"I hate when things have to be done the hard way," Valentine sighed, pulling out his sword. He looked back at Hodge.

"Bring these two warlocks back to Notre Dame. We will interrogate them along with the Mundanes."

Hodge looked at the sword Valentine was holding before looking back up at him. "Of course Valentine, just… are you sure you should use your weapon? That could harm the Mundanes. Besides that, you know the rules of sanctuary. The moment the Mundanes get to the institute, we can no longer do anything with them."

"Are you contradicting me?!"

Hodge shrunk back from the power of his leaders voice. "No Valentine, I would never even think of it."

Valentine rolled his eyes before running after the Mundanes without another word.

He was right about the Mundanes and sanctuary. Years ago, some not so good Nephilim would take advantage of the fact that Mundanes shared the institute. They would use glamour runes and mess with the Mundanes. Even go as far as to sexually harass them. Those Nephilim were punished of course, but because of the incident, rules had to be put in place.

The moment a mundane steps foot in Notre Dame, they have sanctuary and Nephilim can't interact with them unless the mundane gives them permission to.

Valentine figured he would have to take the Mundanes somewhere else to question them. That plan was in danger though, since the Mundanes footprints seemed to be heading toward the Institute. They must have know about sanctuary.

"Damn it," he growled before applying a speed rune on his skin, allowing him to run faster. He booked it down the road, his sword still tight in his grip.

The Mundanes were in view now and they ran faster, knowing that they were in danger now that the Shadowhunter had caught up. The woman kept running while the man stopped, and faced Valentine, the small dagger shaking in his grip.

Valentine rolled his eyes at the man. He was foolish if he thought he could actually fend him off. A mundane could never beat a Shadowhunter. No creature could.

A little harder than necessary, Valentine raised his sword high and slammed it down on the back of the Mundanes neck, making him fall to the ground, out cold instantly.

He didn't stick around to see how much damage was done. Instead, he ran after the woman, not noticing that his blade had sliced the man and he was bleeding out to death, turning the pure white snow crimson.

The woman made it onto Notre Dames steps, pulling at the handled of the doors but they wouldn't open. Seeing Valentine getting closer, she started slamming on the doors, begging for sanctuary, like the warlocks told her to do.

Once she saw that the doors would not open, she held the blanket tighter against her chest and went to make a run for it again. Valentine was not going to allow her to get away with that twice. He ran onto the steps and swung his sword, slicing her in the back.

She fell to the ground, her blood painting the steps of Notre Dame. She was dead instantly.

The blanket she held fell out of her arms and hit the ground hard. Crying came from it a moment later.

This shocked Valentine. He thought the woman was hiding warlock goods. In truth, it was a baby.

He walked up to the child picking him up in his bundle of blankets. He moved the fold covering it's face and immediately gasped, putting the blanket back over him.

It was definitely a baby but not a child of God or the angel. It was a warlock child with hideous catlike eyes. How could such a monster even be allowed to be brought into this world?

Hodge walked up to the institute, a look of panic on his face. Two other Nephilim were beside him, holding the warlock girls still by their arms behind their backs.

"Valentine, we just passed the mundane man you hurt. He bled to death on the ground."

He looked down at the woman, looking even more stricken. Two Mundanes were dead. It was a Nephilim's job to protect them, yet they died at a Shadowhunters blade. One of them on the very steps of the church that was supposed to save them.

"I had no choice. They are the ones that chose to run. The only ones to blame are themselves."

The pink warlock looked at the child in Valentine's arms before glaring coldly at him. "The only thing they were guilty of was loving and protecting their child. All they wanted was a potion to control their sons sporadic magic bursts."

"Such a potion is illegal for you to sell. Giving potions to Mundanes for any reason is against the law. They are not to know about the shadow world."

The purple warlock was the next to speak. "The child being born in the first place makes them know about the shadow world. They were tricked by a demon but still found it in their heart to love their child. You murdered innocent Mundanes for being good parents."

"It's impossible to love monsters like you and this creature," Valentine hissed, making the two warlocks glare at him with hate.

Valentine looked at the child again frowning. They were right about one thing. He had killed two Mundanes. That went against everything Nephilim stood for. They were here to protect them, not hurt them.

"I do agree that a price should he paid for killing the Mundanes. I never intended to take their lives. Only to question them. As punishment, I will take in this monster and raise it as my own."

Hodge was shocked by this declaration. "You can't be serious Valentine? Where would you keep it? What would Jocelyn say?"

"Jocelyn won't know about it. This will be a secret between those of us here. Right Hodge? I trust you to keep it between us. As for where he will stay, I will keep him in the institute Bell tower. No one ever goes up there."

The pink warlock shook her head, still glaring at Valentine.

"You can't possibly raise this child! You think of him like a monster! That is an innocent baby!"

Valentine looked at the men holding the warlocks. "Take them to the institute dungeon. I will take care of them later."

They both bowed slightly to Valentine before taking the girls inside. Hodge watched them before looking back at him frowning.

"You are serious? You really intend to raise this monster? How could you possibly do it without others knowing?"

"Don't question me Hodge. Just keep quiet and stay out of my business."

He looked down at the baby in his arms again, moving the fold of the blanket away from his face. There was a locket around his neck, the words Magnus Bane engraved on it.

"That must be the monsters name" Valentine mumbled, turning away from Hodge and going inside the institute. He made his way up to the Bell tower where he set up a bed of blankets for the baby to lay in.

He laid the child down, watching as it looked around the room.

"This is a test, right Raziel? You are testing my faith and loyalty. Maybe you brought this monster to me to be made of use. Could this child be the key to finally stopping Downworlders once and for all?"

Whatever the reason was, Valentine would take on this new challenge. It was like having a pet. Downworlders were dumb, brainless creatures.

Magnus Bane would be the key to ending all Downworlder life in Paris.