Magnus POV
"Get up!." Magnus groaned into his pillow.
"I need my beauty sleep." Replied Magnus. Rafe snorted in response the proceeded to grab his ankles and start dragging him out of bed. Magnus scrambled out of Raphael grip, not wanting to break something on the short but possible fatal fall to the floor.
"There's been a report of demonic activity in Central Park. We can't let some poor mundane stuff get hurt now can we?"
"I don't give a damn about some stupid mundane stuff." Said Magnus, though he contradicted his word by the fact that he was now leaving his large comfortable bed. Maybe he cares more than he show thought Raphael smirking.
About fifteen minutes later, and only that short amount of time because of the speed rune, Magnus was done getting ready. Long ago Magnus had decided that he was going to be a rebel And refuse to wear the gear provided for missions. Today he left his room wearing black leather trousers, a navy glitter covered top nad too many sparkles for a treasure chest, much less a human being. His black hair was spiked up in bright blue points with who knows what in it to keep it up.
Cathy, Rafe and Magnus then marked each other with runes, one being the glamour rune and exited the huge institute. Together the ran towards Central Park in search for some demons to kill.
When they finally arrived the immediately notice the Raum demons hidden behind the cover of some trees. Walking over then pulled out their Seraph blades and attacked. The fight was brief, and so there was only one demon left, which Magnus was fighting vigorously. No one will ever know what happened next. For some reason Magnus lost concentration and he allowed the demons long scorpion like tail to sneak out behind him.
"Watch out!" Yelled Cat, but it was too late. The stinger doom embedded itself into Magnus' shoulder. Magnus shuddered and fell to the ground. Rafe leapt forward and stabbed the demon
"Go to hell, demon!" He spat. The he dropped alongside Catarina in front of Magnus' immobile body. Between them they scooped up his lanky body and rushed to the institute.
Alec POV
After his dreadful day yesterday, Alec decide that he was going to stay in his bed all day and ignore all calls. Let them think he was out. He shut his eyes and just as he did so, he heard his phone buzz. Ignore it. It buzzed again. And again. Groaning Alec sat up and reached to where the device sat on his bedside table.
"Hello?" He drawled, trying to make his voice as bored-sounding as possible.
"Please, please we need your help. Please hurry, pl... please!" A desperate voice whimpered over the phone.
"Okay, calm down. Who is this? Nevermind that, where are you?"
"At the institute! Please come quick!" A groan came from somewhere on the other side of the phone. Yelping, the caller added another quick please then hung up. Shadowhunters. Interesting. And they said please! What had the world come to?
He made a quick portal to the institute and stepped through it. He landed right inside the front door and gasped at what he saw.