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Chapter 5: Party Invitations

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"Izzy..." Simon began. "Why does this demon matter so much anyways?"

"All demons matter, Simon. They are bloodthirsty killers," she said steadily.

Izzy looked away, not wanting to meet Simon's eyes.

"Yeah, but this seems like an awful lot of trouble for only one demon," he told her. "Damn it, Izzy. Look at me!"

She whipped her head around so fast that Simon jumped back a little.

"This one's different!" she yelled.

"Why?" he asked, pressing the subject.

"This demon is more powerful than others. He'll know..." She bit her lip.

Simon asked eerily, "Know what?"

He thought he already had a good idea about what this was all about. But, God, he wished he was wrong.

"Know to summon-"

Simon was right. This was about summoning that little bastard. He was suddenly struck by an immense anger, making want to scream at the top of his lungs.

"God, Izzy! You're planning on summoning the Greater Demon who's after me? He has to find his way to earth before he can get me and now you're just giving him a free pass? Isn't this what we're trying to avoid?"

"He will find his way," she assured him. "At least this way he won't be able to take us by surprise."

Simon rolled his eyes. Isabelle logic was screwed up. This plan wouldn't benefit them at all. The demon would be laughing at their stupidity if he were here. Well, he would be soon enough if Izzy got her way.

That's when he noticed the determined, stubborn expression on her face. She was going to do this with or without his consent. Shit.

Simon sighed, exasperated.

"You're unbelievable," he said.

Izzy started walking down the street and Simon followed reluctantly, even though his gut was screaming not to. The weird, bumpy street was difficult to walk on without twisting an ankle. They were surrounded by steel and slime.

There were so many winding paths and turns that it was going to be almost impossible to track down this damned demon. It was like some sort of dark and twisted labyrinth.

It smelled so strongly of sulfer and spoiled cabbage it made Simon gag. This place gave him an uneasy feeling. Misty, dark clouds and sloppy slime was a recipe for disaster. It was obvious that trouble awaited. And Isabelle strided toward it like she was walking down the red carpet.

Just then, they heard a sloshing sound. A drop of thick goo landed on Simon's shoulder. He looked up slowly, his heart running a marathon.

A dark figure dropped gracefully from the sky and landed hard on Simon, pinning him to the ground. Stupid demon.
Simon shoved and struggled but the demon was relentless. It landed a firm punch to Simon's cheek, which immediately began to sting. Where the hell was Izzy?

Simon tried to remember his training, but it was a little hard to focus with a maniac remodelling his face.
He had to stay calm.
He had to concentrate.
Simon stopped struggling. Then with all his strength, he pushed upward and to the side, shoving the demon off. Simon stood up shakily, breathing heavy, and spat blood on the ground.
Before the demon could move, Izzy was on him, wrapping him up like a birthday present in her whip.

"I wouldn't try anything," she warned.

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Isabelle was right. This demon was much more powerful than others. He could feel the power radiating off him like smoke.

Slowly dragging an angelic blade down their captives face, Isabelle calmly asked, "Do you know a certain Greater Demon that enjoys stealing memories?"

The demon hissed as the blade cut and seared his flesh. His skin bubbled and boiled, becoming a mixture of red and black.

"Depends," it said. "Who wants to know?"

It sounded so calm, zero panic coming from his voice as if this sort of thing happened on a daily basis. Izzy yanked on its hair, tilting its head upwards, and pushed the knife up to its throat. The demon smiled like a maniac, which he was, and looked over at Simon. His eyes made Simons skin crawl. They were such a pale blue they looked almost white. Like ice, and just as sharp. A shiver ran up his spine.

"You can't beat him, mundane," he didn't say it threateningly but as if it were a basic fact. Like someone would say that the earh is round.

It laughed breezily and Izzy's knife dug a thin cut into its neck. Ichor dribbled down. The demon licked its lips, a crazed look in its eyes as if it had just murdered a child, which it probably had.

Izzy yelled, "How do we summon him?"

The demon grinned. A full, toothy grin. "Interesting..."

"Tell us!" her voice was fierce, thrumping with hatred.

"Ah," it said. "A curious little shadowhunter, aren't we? It doesn't matter. You'll never defeat him!"

Izzy dug her knife a little deeper, but the demon simply laughed again. More Ichor ran down in rivers of black.

"I don't know," it said simply, shrugging its shoulders a little. It was hard to move when you were tightly constrained by a magic whip.

"I don't believe that for a second."

"But I have a friend who does..." it began. "Yes. He would know."

"I don't trust you."

"I give you my word."

"The word of a liar, much good that'll do," she replied skeptically.

"You will find him at a party. Try Magnus Bane's house."

"Why would Magnus allow a filthy demon at one of his parties?" Izzy asked.

"My friend," it said, "is a good actor."

She nodded slowly, decisively, then drove the dagger into its chest. Black Ichor pooled around it, mixing with the thick green slime. A whole new flavour of disgusting.

Simon stood there like an idiot, utterly shocked. So many things were swirling through his mind at the moment; it was like a hurricane. He couldn't focus on any single one and they never stopped coming. He was lost in his own thoughts.

Simon was unable to talk or move. He was paralyzed in his own confusion.
He tried to process the major things. A party. A friend of the demon. Magnus Bane.
But the demons voice kept echoing in his mind, "You can't beat him, mundane."
Its voice was like bile on his tongue. Its words were sticky in his mind. There was no escape.

Isabelle wrapped her whip around her wrist as the demon burst into yellow dust and blew away on the wind like dandelion seeds.
It blew all over Simon and Izzy, causing them to cough and for Simon to break free from himself.

"That was fun..." said Simon tensely, feeling on edge.

"We've got a demon to find," Izzy stated, already turning back the way they came.

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