Chain of Iron (a guess)

Hunting

The smell of sickeningly sweet cigar smoke drifted up into the rooms situated directly above the Devils Tavern. Matthew had his long legs slung over the arm of the tattered couch, Thomas acting as his head rest. A glass of scotch sloshed precariously on Math's abdomen and he watched it, transfixed by the motion of the amber colored liquid in the textured crystal glass. Christopher sat on the bench adjacent to his makeshift lab table, pooring potentially toxic or explosive liquids onto possibly toxic or explosive solids. James sat at the table, his fingers drumming with his pent up energy. They hadn't been scouting in over a week. Ever since everything that had gone down with Belial and Tatiana Blackthorn, their parents had basically forbade them from doing anything remotely dangerous.

"By the Angel, I cannot just sit here!" James exclaimed while abruptly and violently pushing his chair out from the rickety table and slamming both palms flat against its somewhat splintered surface. None of the other boys really seemed to care about James' sudden outburst. He continued, "God, aren't you bored off your asses? We have been sitting around doing nothing for too long! This is getting bloody ridiculous. Do I hear any disagreement?"

The group responded by nodding solemnly, all four pairs of eyes flashing with mischief. "So what's the plan then, Jamie?" Matthew inquired."Run amok in the city looking for a demon to give us a good ass whooping so we don't feel sorry for ourselves anymore?" The other three boys mouths all took the shape of an 'o' of surprise. Matthew was testy more often than he wasn't but there was no reason for him to attack James for being bored. James glared at him momentarily then rolled his eyes, light from the candles atop the table glinting against his gold irises. Matthew looked around the room at his friends shocked and hurt faces. "Of course I want to go on a hunt, you idiots! Our parents will never allow it though, and I highly doubt we'll be able to get through a fight without it being pretty goddamn obvious."

James rolled his eyes."Obviously, that's why we keep extra clothes here." The four of them exchanged mischievous grins, and gathered up their seraph blades and adamas daggers to go looking for trouble.

The streets of London were relatively quiet. Dawn was about four hours away, giving them plenty of time to find a demon to dispatch while also giving them the possibility of the sun saving their asses if they needed it. James was walking slightly ahead of the rest of the group, with Math to his left, unconsciously guarding his parabatai's weak side. James flipped one of his specially modified throwing knives, throwing it up in the air, letting it spring end over end four times, ahead of him, so that by the time he walked underneath it, he was easily able to snatch it out of the air, blade first. Thomas sighed, much too loudly, and everyone turned to look at him. He noticed all three sets of eyes on him and looked rather afraid, "Look, all I'm thinking about is the fact that there haven't been demons in London town since Belial and all that bullshit. I don't think we are going to find anything unless the plan is to summon a demon just so we feel like we've done our job."

James sighed heavily, leaning against a gas lamp post. His friends slowed to a stop and turned to see where he was when they realized he wasn't with them. Just as Thomas was about to say something to him they heard screams coming from an alleyway nearby. They all exchanged a look and broke into their fighting formations. A Shax demon was towering over a girl, around 10 or 12 years old, with a rumpled bonnet covering her tangle of dirty blonde curls and soot smudged on her rosy cheeks. James threw one of his enhanced, adamas throwing knives at the demon's hulking head. The demon shrieked, black ichor exploding from where James' knife had hit it, on the top of its head. It reared back, preparing to attack the boys, when a long shining blade arched through the air, the curved metal singing as it met it's mark in the center of the demon's skull. A breathless and shockingly beautiful Cordelia retrieved Cortana from the ground where it had flattered after the demon had folded in on itself and was sent back to whatever Hell dimension it had crawled out of.

Lucie, of course, was behind her smiling broadly. James could tell that all of her giddiness stemmed from the fact that her soon to be parabatai and herself had bested the boys at their own game. "Sorry to ruin the fun." Cordelia said, trying to contain her own smirk. "It just looked like you could use some help."

James outwardly glared at her, her red curls tied up in a complicated bun, wisps of it framing her delicate brown face. Internally, though, he couldn't help but admire her. Obviously, Shadowhunters were more progressive than the mundane world, allowing women to be in positions of power and to go out and fight. Still, he could tell his friends' masculinity was somewhat bruised, and he had to admit he was incredibly impressed with the fearlessness with which she attacked the demon and the precision of her sword stroke. Cordelia's smile slowly fell into an adorably inquisitive look. The look was aimed at him, James realized, embarrassed. He had been flat out ogling her. James shook his head and took the flask Math offered to him, an after battle drink to celebrate their success, as always. Here's hoping that I get my mind together enough to bring myself to end our sham marriage after one year, James thought as he swallowed the bitter amber colored liquid from the flask.