The Last Hours: Chain of Thorns

Demonic Presumptions

Disclaimer: I don't own The Shadowhunter Universe.

Author's Note: I'm going to include actual snippets from Chain of Thorns. I'll put a "~~~~" sign before and after the snippets, just so you guys know that I didn't write it. And also, the photo above is art for the kind of demon James and Matthew were fighting in the first paragraph.
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The blade ran through the last demon standing like a knife slicing a loaf of bread. The demon's deadly green eyes held a brief expression of surprise before disappearing to the dimension it came from. Of course all Shadowhunters knew that demons returned to their home dimensions when they were killed. But there was a slight problem: demons kept hurling themselves at the Herondale family everyday at exactly 12:00 sharp. It was highly suspicious. Especially for the eldest Herondale child.

James Herondale shook his head, and cleaned his adama sword of the disgusting ichor. "We have to find out why these demons keep coming at us." The demon poison was already making the sword deteriorate. James threw it away before it could spread to him. The sword fell with a clang on the cobblestones. A gentleman walking by stared at the ground, perhaps looking where the noise had come from.

"James!" James's parabatai Matthew Fairchild exclaimed. Matthew was right beside him, and he was patiently waiting for his parabatai to finish.

"Oh sorry about that," said James. "The Ravener poison was destroying it." James placed his hands on his hips, feeling that the demons were supposed to come inconspicuously. James wasn't fooled by it.

"Nah it's fine." Matthew said, grinning madly. They had loved pranking mundanes since they were little. Using glamours was quite a favorite for the duo's mischievous endeavors.

The two walked on, talking and laughing about ducks and pranks and mundanes. Even though James still had the demon mystery in the back of his mind.

"....Your father was terrified when he saw the wee little one toddle to his leg," Matthew cried.

"Oh yes," James said. "He tried to swat it away, but he cowered instead."

They laughed, and Matthew slapped his leg cackling. Then he stopped.

"Your father forgave you, did he?" Matthew asked in concern.

"Of course," James assured him. "He likes a good laugh, even if its on him. And on April fool's."

The parabatai walked with silence for a minute or two.

James paused. "Mat."

Matthew also paused. "Yes?"

"I've got to tell you my suspicions."

Matthew nodded. "Sure another one of your 'Lucie took my duck plushie!' and 'Cordelia keeps on staring at me do I have something on my face?'"

James flushed, "No, it's not one of those of course."

Matthew frowned," Well then what is it?!"

"Demons!" James blurted out.

"What about them?"

James looked around, as if to look for any eavesdroppers. " I think that someone is trying to kill us by sending demons at us every noon."

Matthew pondered over this statement. "I don't know. We can't be sure."

James didn't look convinced. "Mat, I really think that someone is sending demons to assassinate us or something. Demons aren't this consistent."

"Leave it James," scolded Matthew as they were arriving at jthe London Institute. He sounded just like a father reprimanding his son. "We'll just ask your father if he knows anyone who'd love to kill his beloved son Jamie."