City Of Infernal Angels (Mortal Instruments FanFic)

chapter 3

DEMETRI

"Thanks", I say getting back up brushing off demon blood here and there.

"No thank, you foo", Morelia replies letting out a little laugh," It's not like you plan these things."

I walk around the room slowly and gaze out of the office window. Twilight. I'm just about to say something witty when a flash of metal catches my eye."Hey what's that?"

The demon has left a trail of sickening dark green goo along with some small metal square. Like a business card or maybe... a lincensing plate? Morelia picks it up and we both inspect it. Imprinted on it at first glance seems to be a rune. But's its too sharp in areas and has a rather fierce appearance. It almost looks like the wing's of a bat.

"I've never seen anything like this before", Morelia says," and since when do demons carry around runes?"

" Lets go check the libary", I reply and draw an iratze at my pelvis. I offer the stele to Morelia who gladly accepts.

I start to gather our belongings,"You know I almost died getting here, not to mention that the mudane world was this close to finding out about us shadowhunters,and ofcourse my grandma is going to kill me when we get back. She probably won't even wait for an explanation. She'll probably even hire Chuck Norris to do it."

She looks up from delicately writing the rune; her eyes meet mine letting out a wink, " Yolo."

***

Sunset greets us as we approach the institute. The Alanta institute is unlike most of it's counterparts. The thing looks kind of like those really fancy European buildings. Think about the Palace of Versailles but way smaller and gray. On the west and east wings are the downworlder wards where most of there business with the clave is conducted. Other then official downworlders of the council we rarely let any others in. The middle belongs to the shadowhunters (downworlders can't enter unless they have been given the shadowhunter's protection) housing the chruch, libary, training room, and all that jazz..

With silence runes on our skin we make it past the doors and go to the libary. That'll be my excuse. We were in the libary.

I open the doors with such grace. Not even silk is this smooth.

"Demetrius Blackfern."

She stands there old, frail, and small with eyes as lethal as a lion. Gigi Wellflower. Behind her is 17 year old warlock in training Renard Milton. He stands awkardly twirling a necklace of protection. Traitor.

" Where have you been?!" Her voice wavers from anger to worry anaylzing our wounds.

Morelia qucikly tries the save the day," There was a demon that ambushed me and-"

"Demetri and I", my grandma interrupts true to form.

Under pressure my friend hasitly tries to recover "Yea Demetri and me-"

"Demetri and I"

"Yea like I was saying it had got me in a headlock and we ain't know-"

Gasp.

Morelia has just commited the worst crime ever known to the strongly literate Wellflower family. She has used the word ain't. Death will only be the beginning.

"After it died it left this!", I cry out slamming the piece of metal on a nearby table; silently praying for no bloodshed to come. Our hides our saved as Gigi and Renard begin to closely inspect the mysterious rune.

MORELIA

Geez louis she is so kind but yet, she's a grammar nazi. I love messing with Mrs.Wellflower. The rune is like nothing they have ever seen. Gigi studies it she whispers something to Renard and says '' This holds ancient dark magic. '' A rush of wind slaps my face and I know Demetri feels it to.