Mortal Instruments: The Silver and Gold Twins

Chapter 3

Our group moved silently through back alley ways and shady streets. We had a rotation of sorts for scouting missions. This was mine and Clarys turn to scout out the target. The most dangerous and intricate job was an honor to be called to do. It's what we lived for. The sharp senses and thrill and adrenaline of the hunt. It brought out the most fierce side in all of us.

As Clary and I approached the abandoned building I locked eyes with her and nodded. We silently slid our seraph blades from our belts holding them out in front of us whispering their angel names. Their shiny material bloomed to life casting a ghostly blue light on my face and what lied ahead of me. Clary stepped to her left gripping the old rusted and eroded door handle and with a swift nod yanked open the old door nearly yanking it off its hinges.

Within seconds all hell managed to break loose.

Out poured at least thirty grotesque and putrid demons. Their black green skin oozing dark black ichor. As they surged out of the door two slammed into my chest sending me flying back at the feet of Jace and Alec. Clary had managed to dive off the porch into the brush beside and was hiding, concealed by the darkness. Jace, Alec and Izzy quickly jumped into action in a flurry of blades and whips.

As the wind returned to my lungs I pulled my aching body up off the damp cement and pulled my bow off my shoulder. I strung an arrow and let it fly. It found its intended mark in the skull of one of the demons.

The fight looked to our advantage as the demons fell quickly in puffs of dark ash. But no one expects the unexpected. As my poised and ichor covered bow dropped to my side I felt the spike pierce my back. I let out a shrill and inhuman shriek before falling to my knees on the hard ground. Before I knew it Jace had killed the son of a bitch. And that's when it went black.