So I'm sitting here, just finished reviewing Thunderboltsandlightning's "Entrapment" and I must say, it was very well written. Check it out, definitely! Moving on, I just felt like adding in another chapter and I hope you all read and review it! Give me your honest opinions because I love hearing them :)
"So let me get this straight," Izzy seethed, her grip tightening on her whip. "Sebastian sent you to get rid of Jace? For what reason?"
Miss Voyant shrugged. "I do not ask my customers of their intentions. Doesn't make for good business practices if you get too nosy."
"How much did he pay you?" Jace yelled. "What did he bribe you with to do something so irreversible? And why couldn't he just pay you to flat out kill me?"
"He's a torture aficionado," Miss Voyant leered. "And I happen to specialize in that department. He said I was allowed to do whatever I wanted and in turn, I'll get the high representative chair for warlocks once he takes over the Clave. So I consulted my spell book and found one spell that happened to catch my attention, one I had never done before–and trust me, you'll hear that very few times around me."
"You?" Magnus said incredulously, the glitter hovering around him suddenly stilling in mid-air. "To represent all witches and warlocks? You must be daft to think we'd elect you to represent us."
"I am three centuries older than you'll ever be," Miss Voyant snapped at Magnus.
"And yet you look like you don't know what the word 'puberty' means nor how to spell it," he shot back. "You are as crazy as they say. You know, I've heard werewolves tell their cubs bedtime horror stories about you, but I never once thought I'd ever get to see you in my lifetime–and let me tell you, those werewolves were not lying."
"Enough!" Alec cried, snapping the center of attention onto himself. He caught and held onto Miss Voyant's gaze. "And you are positive there is absolutely no way we can bid you a higher price to get you to reverse this spell?"
The witch simply shook her head.
"Nothing at all?" Alec pleaded. "Please, everyone has their price and this is not just my best friend and his girlfriend we're talking about here. These are the two of the most powerful Shadowhunters you'll ever meet in your lifetime; both have more Angel blood running through their veins than any other Shadowhunter out there. Now I know Sebastian has more demon blood in him, but think about how the world will be once he is in power. He has demon blood inside of him. He will tell you a lie straight to your face to get what he wants because he will stop at nothing until he is satisfied. Are you sure you want to take your chances with him ruling than with the Clave ruling?"
The witch scrunched up her face as she contemplated Alec's words. "But you will run off and tell the Clave all that I have done to you," she said slowly. "And why wouldn't you? I placed an illegal spell on him, so I could very well be put to death for it. I won't do it."
"And what if we don't tell the Clave what you've done?" Jace interrupted, startling everyone else. His words were slurred, less intelligible than ever. "What if we swear an oath on the Angel to not tell? Will you help us then?"
The witch's bird-like gaze went from Jace to Alec to everyone else before settling back to Jace. "All right," she sneered. "But you all must swear or else I won't reverse it." There was a low mumbling of agreement and the witch smiled, satisfied. "So do it!"
"I, Alec Lightwood…"
"…Swear on the Angel Raziel…"
"…And all the angels in heaven…"
"…That I will not utter a single word to the Clave that…"
"…Miss Clair Voyant committed a crime…."
Clary caught onto only strands of the oath as it came out in different cadences and octaves from different sources and finished just as everyone else had. Except for Magnus. And she wasn't the only one who noticed this.
"Ahem," Miss Voyant coughed loudly, clearly trying to get Magnus' attention.
"Gesundheit!" Magnus replied, a smirk on his lips.
"Why weren't you swearing?"
"Because I'm not of Angel descent," Magnus stated matter-of-factly. "I'm a warlock. We don't make oaths that we can't break. It's our job to break oaths that others make and like you, we all get paid for it. That's how it works."
But what Miss Voyant said next struck home. "Swear on Lilith." Those three words wiped the impassive expression off Magnus' face, something no one has ever seen happen before, including Alec. Magnus openly gaped at Miss Voyant, but said nothing.
"It's quite amusing," the witch smiled, "very entertaining, actually, how you think that you can outsmart your elders. As I've said before, I've been around for quite some time, longer than you have, and yet you still think you can worm your way around me. Now do as I say or your friends will die in vain."
Magnus stared from Alec to the twitchy blob that was Clary and Jace, a pained expression on his face that made him appear years older. Alec could see that Magnus was close to cracking and took a step closer, his hand folding around Magnus'. "Please," Alec begged, forcing Magnus to look at him. "For Jace and Clary. For me."
Magnus stared a moment longer and then spoke, his eyes on Alec the entire time. "I swear"–he said slowly, his voice not his own, rather thousands of voices channeling through his body–"on Lilith, the great bearer of all warlocks and witches, that I, Magnus Bane, will not breathe a single word to the Clave of Miss Clair Voyant's foul act on the children of the Angel Raziel and Ithuriel so long as she keeps her oath to help the children out by repealing her curse on them."
"There," Miss Voyant smiled sweetly. "That wasn't too hard, was it?"
Magnus collapsed onto his knees, his cat eyes wider than ever right as a single lightning bolt flashed outside followed by a loud rumbling that reverberated within the Institute. "Magnus!" Alec cried out as he bent over to help the warlock. "Magnus!"
But it was pointless; the warlock's eyes had a glassy look to them and his chest wasn't rising or falling the way it did when he was alive.
Only, this wasn't the only thing that caused an outcry in the Institute Library. A few feet away from the felled warlock were the now separated Clary and Jace, fully restored to normalcy–if there was such a thing. Clary gasped, more than relieved to have her own body back and felt her heart soar when she recognized the blond haired boy next to her as he reached out and kissed her.
"Jace! Clary!" Izzy screamed. "Magnus is–he's…"
"Now I see my work here has been done," Miss Voyant whispered to no one in particular before turning into a flume of smoke and disappearing.
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