• Demon Blood •

Keeping Secrets

Keeping a secret for Magnus was like keeping himself away from Alec. Damn near impossible.

He tried not staying distant and tried acting like everything was ok, like he wasn't carrying a living child.

Deep down inside, he knew Alec knew something was going on. From the way he treated Magnus, looked at him with those worried big 'ol brown eyes of his, asked him if he needed anything, it tore Magnus up inside. The more he kept it from him, the more he felt guiltier about the situation.

The warlock couldn't bring himself too tell Alec. Maybe the shadow hunter would think of him as crazy, maybe even reconsider his decision to be with a "downworlder" and Magnus just couldn't trust anything right now. He promised to himself that he would tell Alec, soon, when he was ready, just like Catarina advised him. He was Magnus Bane for crying out loud, he made decisions for himself.

All he was worried about today, was getting that exiler Cat talked about and most importantly, sorting out his life for the better.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the right decision. He could go back to the way things were. Perfect, happy, normal. Without a care in the world. He'd take care of his clients, Alec would go back to his usual self, they could fight demons together, everything would be picture perfect again.

That's why he found himself in the swampy humid forests of Louisiana to visit the mysterious high warlock, the after effects of portal travel hitting him like one of Alec's arrows.

The humid air made him cough, whilst taking in the surroundings. The air was suffocating hot. With snap of his fingers, his thick leather jacket and jeans were replaced by a loose blue T-Shirt, shorts,and converse sneakers with red rhinestones. It was never to hot for a little touch of his own to an outfit.

Making his way towards the directions Catarina gave him, he stepped over thick mossy grass and avoided hitting his head on big branchy moss tree's. He stepped on something crunchy and gooey, lifting up his shoe, it was a snail. Or what was left of it.

He yelped in disgust. His spiky hair beginning to frizz, and even in shorts his clothes felt hot and sticky to his skin.

Wiping the leftover dead goo off on a nearby tree, he went forward for what seemed like miles, but then, finally saw something in the distance.

A house.

A large brick one that stretched over the swampy lake into a dock-like station with a boat connected. Magnus walked around, careful of his surroundings, trying not to lose his balance on the rough terrain and fall into the moggy water. The sounds of insects were ahead and Magnus saw nothing but cloudy fog in the distance.

Walking around to get a good look at everything, he checked around the dock and went forward, until he came to a porch with a red front door. A wind chime with red crystals and birdsblew in the wind, and a little blue swing with other decorations sat on the cream colored wooden porch.

Supplies scattered the ground.

Car parts, machines, scraps, screws, and a blue shed hung out in the back. Maybe the person who lived here liked to collect things as a hobby? Magnus would have thought the space lovely, if it wasn't so cluttered. But, it sure was peaceful. The way you only heard the insects buzzing, no taxi's or busy life, made Magnus feel at ease. He could skip the snails and humid hair though.

Magnus looked at some toad statue in the corner, it's mouth open like it was trying to catch a fly. He rang the doorbell, waiting for a couple minutes until he heard a loud crash from behind the door.

He jumped, backing away, blue and red ready in his hands. From his experience a demon being in an abandoned place like this wasn't foreign.

The door opened and there stood a tall scrubby man with a red beard, green eyes, horns for ears, and a red cloak on. Magnus almost wanted to laugh at his appearances it reminded him of Ragnar Fell.