The Prince of Hell

Meeting ...again

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Chapter 7

"It's a fire message," she said, turning to face her husband, a shocked expression painting her face. "It's from Magnus Bane."

"Well, what does it say?" Robert prompted, wondering what the warlock could possibly want.

"I'll be there at noon." Maryse read.

"I don't understand," said Robert, looking even more confused. "Is that all?" He asked.

"Yes," Maryse answered, turning the burnt piece of paper over in her hand, checking both sides. "That's all."

"Did we have a meeting with him planned for today that I forgot about?" Robert asked, to which Maryse shook her head, answering 'no'.

Their moment of silent ponder was then interrupted by the shrill sound of a ringing telephone.

Maryse felt her heart flip in her chest at the realization that it was the black telephone. There was an old, what the mundanes would call antique, black and gold rotary dial telephone that sat safely to Robert's right, at the corner of the large oak desk. It was the only direct and safe line of communication that they had with the Clave, and was never used unless it was for official clave business. The rest of the time they just used fire messages or their cell phones where applicable.

It was daunting enough hearing the thing ring on normal days, but hearing it ring now, at the moment when everything and everyone at the Institute was on edge, was even more so.

With a heavy sigh and a few calming breaths, Robert answered the phone, giving his usual formal greeting.

Maryse watched as her husband's eyes widen in shock and his already pale complexion grew even paler as he nodded and agreed with whatever was being asked of him. She yerned to reach out grab the phone from his hand so she could hear what was being said. What had her normally calm and composed husband looking so flustered.

She bit her bottom lip and raised her brows in question as she heard him say the name, Magnus Bane. He nodded, still deep in his conversation, as to confirm what she had feared. That this phone call was infact related to the warlock and the previous night's incident.

After what felt like an eternity, Robert, finally hung up the phone, his eyes now firmly focused on his wife.

"Well?" Maryse asked, now standing directly in front of the desk, both of her hands resting flat against the sheened wood.

"That was consul Penhallow."

~ooOoo~

Magnus had spent most of his night doing research. He had felt like a young warlock again being forced by his father to study, only this time he was actually enjoying himself, and his new found knowledge would prove to be very useful. Not that what he had been taught in his youth wasn't, but some how he felt like this mattered more than anything ever had, at least to him. He had summoned every book he could think of that had some kind of information pertaining omegas. From their physical makeup, to the emotional, and every other thing in between.

Though like most he'd learnt about omegas as a child, as is customery with every specie in the shadow world, and even in the mundane world, like most he had not kept this knowledge at the forefront of his mind. Never thinking that he would need it.

He had even summoned books from his father's personal library back in Edom. He just hoped that his father hadn't noticed them missing. He knew there was a possibility that his father was still a little angry with him for leaving sooner than he had originally planned. But when his father had started with his decorating, Magnus had known that that was his cue to get the hell out of there.