There was nothing unusual in the body of the forsaken, but Izzy couldn't help but have a feeling that something should be different from the one that attacked them weeks ago. She heard the door open and saw a small girl enter the room.

'You requested the warlock?' She asked in a small voice.

'Yes.' Izzy said taking a step back from the forsaken and going to her.

The girl moved away and let other woman in. She looked like she was on her thirties, black long hair and beautiful features. Her eyes and face a pure example of Japanese beauty. There was a firmness on her face and features, like she was trying to look peaceful but at the same time on guard.

'I will be outside in case you need anything.' Said the girl and closed the door, leaving Izzy with the warlock without introducing her.

'Hello.' Said her with her brightest smile. 'My name is Isabelle Lightwood, I'm from the New York Institute.' She offer her her hand free of the plastic glove.

The woman looked at her a little surprised, and after a few second took her hand. 'My name is Akane Hino. They told me that I'm to help you with whatever you need.'

'I need your opinion on the creature. To see if there was any magic used on it.' Izzy said going back to the forsaken and taking a new glove to use. 'You see. Back in New York, our warlock couldn't identify any magic used on the forsaken, but I wanted to be sure again, because I feel something different with this one.'

'I see.' Was all she said before taking a step closer and looking at the creature for the first time.

Izzy had always been the kind of person that could read people and situations. She was more used to Downworlders than most of his race and could notice the coldness in Akane.

'Tell me, Akane. Can I call you Akane?'

'You can.' She said without looking at her, still inspecting the creature.

'What happened to the warlock that put on the wards?' Asked Izzy in a friendly voice.

'He went missing after betraying the Institute.' There was no emotion in her voice, as if the was saying something that she had learn in school. A slogan more that an answer.

'Why do you think he betrayed the Institute?' Asked Izzy, because she couldn't help it. She wanted to know what was going on. Her instinct told her that there was something more to the story.

'Are you asking for my sincere opinion?' Akane turned to her with something new in her eyes, something like a little spark.

'Yes. I want to know your opinion.'

'Why?'

'Because,' said Izzy taking a step forward, trying to be friendly 'they told me that you have been here for thirty years. You must have know the warlock… By the way, what was the warlock name?'

'Sam.'

'Sam. You must have known him. I'm sure you will have known if he was thinking of betraying the Institute. Also, I don't see why a warlock would decide to pair with Valentine.' Finished Izzy.

'Haven't you heard? He paid him more.' Said her still on guard, but the spark was still there.

Izzy smiled at her in a way that told the warlock that she was not buying it. 'C'mon, Akane. Maybe that works here, but I'm not like them.'

'Like what?' And Izzy could see that the spark was of hope, of rage, of life. A life that she could not show surrounded by Shadowhunters, but she was not like them.

'I do believe that Downworlders and Shadowhunters are equals. That our blood does not define us. I believe that there is evil and good everywhere, and that it's also a choice, a choice you make day by day. One of my best friends is a warlock, Akane, and I would never, ever, believe that he would betray us.' Isabelle has never been afraid of speaking her mind and she wasn't going to start now.

There was a silence between them, a moment she let her words sink into the woman.

'We are not the same. We cannot be.' Akane said looking at her hands. 'How can we be when we are like this?' And then Akane let her glamour fell and Izzy could see her demon mark. Little feathers covered her arms, like ones from a raven. They looked beautiful in a mysterious way. 'We are monsters.'

'Who told you that?' Izzy's voice carried a level of sadness that wasn't new to her lately.

'Them.' She said looking at the door. 'And they are right. There is demon blood running through my veins. And I can feel it. I can feel that there is power in me to destroy.'

'There is also power to heal.'

Akane looked at Izzy and saw that the Shadowhunter had her hands open, wanting to take hers, asking for permission. Akane nodded. 'I don't see a monster, Akane.' Izzy took her hands between hers. 'I see the hands of a healer. I see a woman. And a good one.'

'How can you know?'

'I've seen a lot of evil in my short life. I recognize it when I'm face to face with it.'

Izzy saw the amazement in Akane's eyes, she saw how her words had made an impact, how the warlock was reconsidering everything that the rest of the Shadowhunters had told her. She saw hope. But before Akane could say anything, a movement happened behind her. Izzy wasn't fast enough and saw how the forsaken was grabbing the warlock.

'Let her go!' She shouted letting loose of her whip.

'Help!' Shouted Akane. The forsaken was grabbing her by the neck and Izzy saw that Akane was trying to escape, but there was no magic on her hands.

'Use your magic.'

'I can't!'

Izzy moved the whip, trying to get a hold of the leg and destabilized the creature. Akane kicked him in the leg and together they fell. Izzy looked for a weapon in the room and only found a small knife. She grabbed it and moved, stabbing the forsaken in the head. She didn't hear the door opening, or the Akane's shout. The only thing she knew was that the creature was dead, or at least not moving. Then she felt familiar strong hands helping her on her feet.

'Are you alright?' Alec asked her worried.

'Yes.'

Clary was helping Akane, who was trapped under the forsaken. Once she was free Clary saw the wound on her shoulder and stomach.

'She's hurt.'

Izzy looked at the warlock and saw a bite on her shoulder and something like a scratch on her stomach. It was then when Akane shouted in pain and the door opened, letting the Head of the Institute inside.

'What happened?'

'The forsaken wasn't dead.' Said Izzy going to Akane. 'It attacked Akane.'

'She needs help.' Said Clary, who was trying to see the extent of the wounds.

'Call Marnie.' Satoshi said to the girl that was with him. 'I don't know if we could help her. She may need warlock healing.'

'Is there any other warlock we can call?' Asked Alec, taking care of the situation.

'There is. But she doesn't work with us. And also, we don't know if this was planned.'

'How can you said that?' Shouted Clary. 'She is wounded. She needs help.'

'Planned or not.' Said Alec not letting his voice sound anything but profesional. 'We need to cure her and ask her. It's the only way to know.'

'You are asking me to bring to the Institute a warlock that may be part of this attack.'

'Or maybe not.' Said Alec. 'Call her, please. And put surveillance on her while she is here.'

In that moment the woman name Marnie entered the room and went to help Akane. Satoshi waited for her subordinate diagnosis before making a decision.

'I cannot help her. There is poison on her blood.'

'Call Bai. Let her know that we need her healing.' Satoshi said to his girl. She nodded and left.

They moved Akane to the healing room in the meantime. As soon as the woman was on a bed, sweat on her face and little noises of pain leaving her lips, the girl came back.

'Leto told me that she is gone.' There was anxiety on her voice. 'That she disappeared a day ago.'

'She is gone?' Asked Satoshi.

'Yes. Leto said that she didn't come back yesterday and that he has been looking for her all day.'

'Have you asked him to come and help on her place?'

'Yes.' Said the girl. 'And he said no. He said he needs to find his wife more than help us. He said that he called us this morning and we ignored his plea of help, and that now he is doing the same.'

'Why I was not informed of his call?'

'Why does that matter now?' Shouted Clary, who could not take seeing the warlock in pain and getting worst by seconds. 'She needs help. Is there no one else?'

Satoshi looked at her surprise by her output, but decided to say nothing of her lack of respect. 'There are no more warlocks in Tokyo.'

'We need to call him.' Said Izzy looking at Alec very seriously.

'No.' Said him. No doubt in his voice, no room for argument. Izzy didn't care.

'He can help, he can save her.'

'We cannot call him every single time something happens. He shouldn't be involve in all of this. It's not his problem.' He said.

'Alright, I'll call him.' Said Clary taking her phone and dialing.

'No.' Alec tried to stop her but she moved away with ease.

'Magnus?' Clary asked.

'Hello, biscuit. How's Tokyo?' There was music on the background and Clary guessed that he was in Pandemonium.

'Good. Well, not good. Look, we need your help.'

'In a way, I was waiting for this moment. I thought you would call earlier. How long has it been this time? Six hours? New record for you.'

'Yeah, sorry about that.' Said Clary hitting Alec's hand, who was trying to take her phone. 'It's not for us. It's for a warlock. She has been attacked and poisoned, and no one here can help her and I fear she will die.' As if on cue, Akane shouted in pain.

Magnus voice changed, taking a serious tone that was so rare in him and only present on really important circumstances. 'What attacked her?'

Clary gave Izzy the phone. 'A forsaken. There is something different in this one, Magnus. I don't know what, but she couldn't use her magic.'

'Send me the address, I'll be there soon.' Was all he said before hanging up.

'Who did you call?' Satoshi asked.

'Magnus Bane.' Said Clary with pride in her voice.

'High Warlock of Brooklyn.' Izzy added. 'He will save her.'

'High Warlock?' Satoshi said looking at Alec, with a bit of anger on his voice. 'We need to talk. Now.' And he left the room. Alec looked at his sister and Clary in a way that said that he was not happy, that he was very, very, pissed of. That after all this, they will have words about interfering with Downworlders and other Institutes.

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'Mr. Lightwood, I understand that in New York things are different, but here we are not used to magic and warlocks. Even less, High Warlocks. We don't have the people or training to fight one if needed. And now, without my consent, you are bringing one to my Institute.' Satoshi said letting free part on the anger and frustration due to the situation.

'I understand…' Tried Alec to calm the head of the Institute.

'No. I understand that the Clave sent you because of your experience. I understand that you are face to face with this new enemy. I understand that between the two of us, your team, as improbable as it seems, may know more of how to deal with this situation. However, this is still my Institute. I'm still in charge and I would appreciated if, before inviting a powerful warlock, you would ask for my consent.'

'I am sorry.' Alec said being honest. 'It was never my intention to call him, but I take full responsibility. However, I promise you that you don't need to worry about him. Magnus will never bring any harm to your Institute. He is one of our most powerful allies.'

'He is a Downworlder.'

Alec had always being polite, always being profesional. He understood this guy and could see the similarities between them, but there was something he wanted to leave very clear. One thing was that they didn't trust their warlocks, maybe they had reasons, maybe there was more to the story that he didn't know, but Magnus… No one would talk about him like that in front of him. Not his mother, not this stranger.

'He is our friend.' He said firmly. 'He is one of us.' Alec looked at Satoshi, daring him to say anything. 'And I'm sorry that we had to bring him, but it's not for the reason you may think. I understand that you are in charge here, I respect your position and I promise you that nothing will happen without your consent, but believe me when I say that I will not tolerate any disrespect towards Magnus. I respect how you treat the people under your care, do they same with mine.'

There was nothing that Satoshi could reply, even if he wanted to, and he wanted. He wanted to know how was it possible that with just a call a High Warlock will travel around the world to help Shadowhunters without talking about the prize. He wanted to know how was it possible that they considered him a friend, one of us. And also, he wanted to know what that warlock had done to earn the loyalty and respect of the Americans. But he couldn't question all of this because Anna, the girl under his command, interrupt them.

'Sorry, sir, but there is a warlock at the door. He says that he has business here, but we don't know him. What should we do?'

Satoshi looked at Alec when he said 'Let him in and guide him here.'

TBC

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