Have a Little Faith! A Mortal Instruments Fanfic

An Unfortunate Demon Encounter

I slipped out of my house in the dead of night, dressed in black, seraph blade tucked into my belt. I can't sleep, so if I want to tire myself, it's time to go for a late night walk.

I walk down broadway and just stare at the ground until something awakens my senses.

The smell of demons.

I draw my seraph blade and swallow my nerves.

I can sense it. It's near.

Even closer now.

It bounds out of the darkness, smelling foul as ever. This is a ravener demon, I'm sure.

It advances towards me with great speed, but I am faster than it. I plant a blow in its side. The wound spills slick oil black demon blood on my gear. It doesn't seem to give up. I stab it again, and this time it advances towards me and I'm not ready. I'm hit to the ground by the force of its strike and my head hits the ground. I feel a warm wet and sticky substance on my head. I gingerly lift my hand to wipe my forehead: it's blood, but it's not the demon's: It's mine.

I give up. I've lived a good life. So I let the demon take me.

I'm ready.

I should die with dignity, so I should keep my eyes open. I watch it as it comes to kill me.

It's over Imogene, you tried, I thought.

Then as its awful jaw almost takes my leg, it disappears.

Then I see a silhouette in the lights of the cinema. I want to say thank you, but I slip into blackness