This chapter was written (mostly) by my lovely co-author Maffew Sunshine! You all should also check out his stories! They're pretty badass!

~*Magnus' POV*~

Ah, Europe.

The sights, the smells, the beauty...they bring back so many memories. Some good memories, some bad; nevertheless, I still love visiting the country…especially with Alec.

Right now, we were sitting outside of a small café and enjoying a nice lunch. I looked over at Alec to see if he was having a good time. My smile dropped a little whenever I saw his bored expression. He was picking at a croissant.

Of course, even though we're in Paris, my boyfriend gets the most American thing on the menu.

"Alec, honey, what's the matter?" I asked.

"Why can't we visit someplace closer to home?" He complained.

"What do you mean somewhere closer? This is a vacation, my dear."

"Well, I think there are plenty of places where we could vacation and still be close to home."

"Name one place."

He thought for a few moments. "South America."

I laughed, and Alec glared at me. "What is so funny?"

"Do you realize how many South American states I have been banned from?"

For a moment, there was an awkward silence.

"How many?" Alec finally dared, casting his eyes upward at me.

God, I loved the color of his eyes. They always made me shiver in delight.

"Twenty-two." I replied.

"There are only twelve countries in South America."

"That's what you think."

He looked up at me, blinking in surprise, before he looked back down at his croissant.

Suddenly, I looked around, sensing something not quite…human.

Demons…and a faerie? What the hell was a faerie doing here?

"Alec," I said, my voice taking on a very defensive tone.

He looked up at me again, his eyes changing from a light blue to a dark blue in the instant he saw my face. "What is it?"

"I think you may want to get a seraph blade out."

He didn't even ask before he threw on a glamour and whispered, "Uriel" to the blade.

I casted my own glamour on myself and together we took off running.

"What's going on?" Alec asked.

"There's a warehouse over there. I sensed demonic energy coming from within."

"They haven't caused any trouble, Magnus. We can't just barge in there."

"They have one of the fay with them."

"That is reason to go."

We reached the warehouse and went to open the door. He jerked on the handles, but they didn't budge.

"Allow me." I said.

He moved before I waved my hands in front of the door. It clicked open and moved.

"Beauty before age." I said, gesturing for Alec to go through.

He smirked at me and walked inside.

~*Alec's POV*~

"Hello, my darling demons!" Magnus yelled as a greeting, stripping off his glamour.

He sure knew how to make an entrance. I stood awkwardly beside him.

They turned around, blinking.

"A warlock…and one of the nephilim? What an odd pair." One of them said.

I raised my blade. "Where's the hell is the faerie?" I demanded, glaring between the pair.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, don't lie to him. We know you have one." Magnus said, raising his hand as a ball of blue flame fired up. "I'll force the truth out of you if I have to."

The demons looked at each other, and then back at us, laughing.

"I warned you." Magnus growled.

In half a second, he had thrown the fiery spear, hitting one of the demons in the heart.

His comrade looked down at him, his eyes full of fear. "Son of a bitch." He swore softly

"There's plenty more where that came from." Magnus said, blowing smoke from his hand.

"Now, show us where the faerie is." I commanded.

"She…she's upstairs."

"Show us…now." I said, pushing the demon forward.

It began walking and I saw Magnus smile cheerfully before we followed.

The demon took us to the faerie. She was a pixie with bright green skin, hair, and beautiful eyes. She was chained to a wall and I went to undo them.

"Damn it. They won't come off. Magnus, think you can get it?"

"Of course, my dear." He walked over to them. "They're made of some kind of magic infused iron." Magnus blasted it with magic and she was soon free.

She rose from her paralyzed state. "Where am I?" She asked groggily.

"A warehouse in Paris." Magnus said, trying to cheer her up.


"That's a good question. Let's ask our little friend over here." Magnus faced the demon I was guarding.

"You…you don't understand. He would have killed me if I hadn't obeyed!" He shouted.

"Who is 'he'?" I asked.

"He…" The demon laughed. "He'll end you all." Then, without warning, it pulled on Alec's seraph blade and killed itself.

"Damn it! That son of a bitch!" Alec yelled, slamming his foot down. "There goes our only lead."

"We still save this faerie girl." Magnus said.

"This 'faerie girl' has a name." She shouted.

"Well, what is it?"


"I'm Magnus…Magnus Bane. And this is my lovely assistant Alec Lightwood."

I laughed. "No, I think you're my assistant."

Magnus grinned at me.

"You two sound like an old married couple." Kaye shouted.

"We're not quite there yet." Magnus said with a smile, moving for the stairs. "Come along, my darlings."

We quickly followed him and made our way back to the entrance. I went to open the doors.

"Damn it…they won't open again!"

"I got it." Kaye walked over to them and tried to open them. She was thrown backwards as she screamed. Then, she passed out.

Magnus rushed to her. "Her hands are burned. I'm going to try and heal her."

He leaned over her, but nothing happened.

"Magnus, heal her. Come on."

"I can't. My magic isn't working!"

I saw a shimmering getting brighter on the door. "There are wards over this area. That's preventing you from doing magic."

"Worked…just…fine…earlier." Magnus said drowsily.

He was swaying and then fell, passed out. Before I could do anything, I felt groggy myself. I fell to my knees and was soon out too.