Warlock (The Mortal Instruments)

Introduction

Continued Description

Most warlocks had wings or bat ears, but no, Riley just had to get webbed feet. She couldn't complain about her eyes though, they rocked and gave her a hardcore glare. Her eyes were almost-neon green and had a thick horizontal stripe of electric blue through them like a neon tetras eyes had. Her hair was long, dark blonde, and always in a braid of some sort. At 5'4 3/4" she wasn't exactly tall, but she wasn't too short either. She almost always wore an unzipped zip-up hoodie over a T-shirt with a funny slogan like "I didn't slap you, I high-fived your face", regular blue jeans -typically faded- and a pair of tennis shoes or slip-on shoes.

I've added a few things that may or may not happen in the next series, mainly because I have no idea what the Spiral Labyrinth looks like and I thought it made sense that they'd put a phone in each of the Downworlder Council members homes and in the Council Hall.

*Begin story*

Riley turned to her reflection in one of the apartment's mirrors for a split second as she was running from howling Hydra demons.

She couldn't believe that Catarina was gone. It was unbelievable. She was like a mother to Riley. Riley didn't even have time to grieve thanks to the demons on her tail.

Catarina and Magnus had practically raised her. They had taught her everything since they'd witnessed the car accident that'd killed her mother and broken Riley's arm when she was ten. They introduced her to Downworld. They told her that she was a Warlock. They taught her magic and alchemy. They took care of her. They were her family. And then she'd lost part of that family.

She'd texted the Spiral Labyrinth as soon as it happened. She hadn't trusted her own voice. They'd picked up the lifeless body of Catarina via portal in a few seconds. But that wasn't all that had shocked her.

She was the most powerful warlock in Brooklyn until Magnus got back. She still wasn't technically High Warlock of Brooklyn, but if she were three years older- eighteen years old- then she would've been as long as Magnus was in Idris. It was crazy. She didn't know how to react. She already had a million emotions bubbling up inside of her.

Back on topic. Riley needed to contact Magnus, but he was in a Clave meeting in Idris. He needed to know about the deaths and they needed help from the Nephilim to defeat the killer.

It was that thing that killed Catarina. The demon she couldn't say the name of unless she wanted to unleash it in the world, die and drag millions of people along with her. It was a rule all warlocks followed. No warlock should ever say its name.

She needed- aha! There it was, her phone. She had to move fast, so it was perfect. Riley had a few minutes at best.

She had Idris on speed dial just incase something like this happened. She ran into the library. It had a door and a fire escape along with a million books. It was perfect for setting up defenses if you were in trouble. Not to mention that it had all five bars of service.

She casted a ward -blue was her signature color when it came to spells- and hit the speed dial for Idris.

Meanwhile in Idris...

"And what are we to do about the Fey situation in-" The Clave member was drowned out by a phone call. They'd voted on putting a phone in the council room in case there was an emergency -demon or Downworlder- during a Clave meeting a few months back, but it was the first call that was ever made on it.

Inquisitor Lightwood picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Yes, Inquisitor Lightwood, this is Riley Pyre, a warlock of Brooklyn." It sounded like a girl. "This's beyond urgent. It could mean the difference between the life and death of every warlock in the world. We, that is if you Nephilim agree, have about a half hour to prepare. Do I have permission to send through a fire message?"