Confetti (The Mortal Instruments)

The battle was in full swing. All around me were demons; their faces - if they had any - were plastered with pure hatred and disgust. Idris clouded up and the blue sky turned to a hazy grey - the same colour as everyone's moods. The gurgling sounds of death rattled through the streets and screams pierced the night. Cries of terror travelled for miles, not from just the demons but from the fire that was raging as well. Like an agile gymnast the fire leaped and jumped from house to house enveloping them in burning bright yellow tongues. They flickered and roared lighting everything and anything in their path.

I feel the slick sweat line my back and the blood and ichor staining my gear. My hands were stiff from not fighting for so long, but quickly they moulded to the shape of my seraph blade. Just the same I felt my body fit like a glove into my gear - it was tight, but not too tight. It was snug. Everything around me was a streak of black except for the blaze of the fire and of my hair.

The wards are down and by the second more and more demons come in - some are flying. My head's brimming with confusion and worry. Idris, the safest place on earth. Or so I thought. Alicante, the safest place on earth. Or so I thought.

"Cassiel," I whisper as I spot an Oni demon in my peripheral vision. It slides towards a little girl who is alone. She's screaming at the top of her lungs and is clutching a blood-stained teddy to her chest. I find my legs moving, one in front of the other, towards him - it.

The closer I get to the demon the more I can see its features. It looms over me and its skin is a luminous green, a sickly green. Its spade like hands are open and claws line the ends of them. It opens its mouth, as if was going to yawn at the vulnerability of its prey, but instead it growls showing dozens of rows of gleaming teeth - white again the green but in reality red with blood.

I charge forward and plunge the blade - now gleaming and blazing with golden, heavenly light- into it waiting for it to implode or turn into smoke. But for a moment nothing happens and then confetti pops out. Bright pinks are oranges fly through the air and I step back expecting an attack but then I hear yells. No, not yells but whoops and cheers. Of joy. I turn around to see the shadowhunters, who were just fighting, and the demons, who were just retaliating, singing and cheering together. Hand in hand all of them were smiling and chanting and some were dancing. What the hell? It was as if the fighting had come to a halt and a fiesta had begun. To my right I saw another Oni demon doing the salsa with Jace.

"What's going on here?" I yell my voice is as quiet as a whisper over the salsa music blaring through what seemed the mouths of the demons.

All at once it goes all black again and I see the Oni demon I had just killed a moment ago turn to dust and return to whatever hell hole it came from.

I shook my head as confusion bubbling inside me. I spotted ichor on the ground and put the 'vision' to the poisonous fumes.

I clear the brightness of the confetti to see a Raum demon lurking in the shadow in front of me. It's white tendrils almost sway in the light breeze and one of them turn to reveal hundreds of tiny, red suckers each filled with minuscule poisonous needles.

I stick to the shadows of the wall and creep up behind it. There's a dull roar coming from it, almost like a hum, but it senses me and shrieks in a way to make it sound like it is starting an alarm. The noise sounds distressed and it is almost like the hoot of an owl.

It steps out of the shadows and it turns to face me, I see a face with black, pupil-less eyes staring back at me. White, scaled skin is stuck tight to its body and there is only one opening, it's perfectly circular mouth.

I jab my hand into its mouth and stab the blade into the back of its throat, black and gloopy blood begins spurting out onto my hand and I thank the angel that this particular demon has no teeth, just slimy and wet gums, to bite down onto my hand. I bring the blade round, slicing open its cheek and upon arrival of the lip I pull the blade down and it travels down its neck, then to its chest and finally I twist the blade. It lets out one shrilling yell before it...