The Prince of Hell

A Good Night

Chapter 18

Mia carefully placed their orders on the table.

Noticing the obvious tension between the two men, she smartly decided not to tarry, avoiding the usual silly pleasantries one engaged in that would perhaps earn them more tips. Having emptied the tray in her hands, she slightly bowed her head, wishing the two men a happy meal, before quickly leaving their table.

She wasn't stupid, of course she knew exactly who the two men were. Ragnor Fell, although very grumpy, antisocial even, was actually very nice and wouldn't hurt a fly unless otherwise provoked. Magnus Bane on the other hand, although charming and seemingly sociable, him you had to watch out for. The High Warlock of Brooklyn had no problem seperating a person's flesh from their bones. At least that was what she'd heard. Not to mention Luke had been very diligent in his warnings not to step on this person's toes.

Magnus and Ragnor nodded their heads, thanking Mia.

The two once again settled down, Magnus picking at his food. Honestly he didn't really have much of an appetite anymore, plus he felt that it would be best to continue the rest of their conversation somewhere more private. So, after indulging Ragnor for a while longer and forcing himself to eat a few bites, Magnus asked for the remainder of his food to be made up to go.

Having noticed the servers' nervousness and not wanting to leave too bad of an impression, Magnus made sure to leave a hefty tip behind. 

The two warlocks walked out of the restaurant and into an abandoned alleyway. There, Magnus quickly opened a portal and the two of them headed back to his apartment.

"I think you should just give into her and look at the surrogates," Magnus was saying as they stepped into his living room. "Who knows, it might just work out."

"Even if I wanted to before, do you honestly think I'd want to now after everything you've just told me." Ragnor glared at Magnus as if he'd suddenly grown two heads. "Now is definitely not the best time to bring a child into the world."

Ragnor headed to couch, while Magnus made his way over to the bar. "Now, enough about my problems. We obviously have much bigger issues to worry about, so let's get back to that. What exactly is it that you need me to do?"

Magnus brought two glasses of drinks over to join Ragnor. As he sat down, placing one of the glasses on the coffee table in front his friend, he let out a tired sigh.

"We have demons secrectly scouring the other realms trying to find her. So far we've come up empty handed. There's only one place left where she could be. I cannot very well summon demons here to search, that would obviously alert the shadowhunters," Magnus explained. "This is where you come in. There's definitely someone here helping her; a warlock. I need you to find out who it is. If we can find out who's helping her, then perhaps they can lead us to her whereabouts."

Ragnor finally took a sip of his drink. "This isn't going to be easy." He thought over everything for a moment, tapping his fingers against his chin. "And I trust you want to keep this under wraps for as long as possible."

"That is a given. Which is why for now I don't intend on telling the Council anymore than is absolutely necessary. It's difficult to know who we can trust right now. Someone has obviously helped her regain her full powers and their using some kind of cloaking spell that even I haven't been able to break through." Magnus emptied his glass in frustration, frowning at the bitter taste. "Father has already placed Edom on high alert. We're preparing for war, Ragnor..." After Magnus said those words, he couldn't help but paused for a moment, as if allowing them to fully sink in. "The first in my lifetime."