Max Lightwood-Bane: Part 4
Soo...... I’m sure we all thought I won’t continue it. As y’all know, I am a huge procrastinator. Anyways, I decided to continue it since I recently met a friend online who’s spewing fanfic like there’s no tomorrow, and that fanfic got me hooked onto a fandom I didn’t even know anything about!
That is the power of fanfiction :3
If you haven’t read this fic yet, here are the first 3 parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Tag list: (will tag with reblog from now on)
Enjoy!
All colour drained from Auraline’s face. Her eyes darted around the room, as if searching for possible escape routes. Max didn’t blame the poor girl, Mina’s smile was devious.
“Umm…” she began, but the doors to the training room burst open right then and Rafe was through them.
He was clearly surprised to find Mina there with them, as she breezily gave him a bear hug. “Rafe! Oh, how I’ve missed you all so much,” she said. Rafe’s ears turned pink. He didn’t like to be hugged, but Mina would definitely hug a hedgehog if she got the chance. Auraline looked relieved to have Mina’s attention off of her.
“What happened, Rafe?” Max asked. He was sceptical; Rafe had said he had some “business" to attend to, and had ran off. Rafael glanced around, probably to make sure no adult was around.
“Demon disturbance. Central Park. It’s a horde of them,” he said, his face showing more excitement than he cared to put in his voice. Mina also cooed in excitement, and Auraline was both relieved and excited that the attention was off her, and they would go demon hunting, respectively.
“Demons in the daylight?” Only Max had the momentary sense to ask. Rafe replied with his best smile, “Well, we always love a challenge, don’t we, little brother?”
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There were about ten lesser demons lurking about near the Park. In the near-abandoned street, there was no way to sneak up on them stealthily, and no time to devise a proper strategy as the demons advanced on a scared couple, around Max’s age. He silently motioned to Rafe that he was going to attack, Rafe nodding back. Auraline held herself with sharp precision, her abilities allowing her an intriguing stillness and focus, even though she couldn’t be bothered to use it for her routine day. Mina was, as always, a blur of black as she jumped up and down in eagerness. Rafe was on a rooftop, an arrow nocked in the direction of one of the ugly blobs that were the demons.
Max’s daggers were instantly in his hands as he magicked a whip of air to distract the demons from the couple. It worked for a second before Max jumped out from the crook he was hiding in and flinged a dagger at the demon closest to him. Rafe shot two of them with arrows, and Auraline tore down three with her Seraph blade, Mina swinging her twin swords to hack apart the demon closest to the couple. They all disintegrated in a swirl of black ichor, covering the three shadowhunters on the ground. Five more demons still loomed at the end of the alley, looking uneasy as they approached the shadowhunters. The group finished them off, and Max glamoured the mundane couple, the two boys holding each other so tight as if to merge into one. When he was done, they seemed a little lost and confused, but happy to be in each other’s company as they couldn’t see the band of glamoured shadowhunters.
This was not good. That many demons in one day? Demons may seem like pesky cockroaches, striking at every opportunity to cause chaos, but they did not group together. No, this was something bigger. Auraline voiced his suspicions, “What do you think such a huge group of demons was doing here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many demons together.”
Rafe was, as far as Max knew, the only one of the four of them who had and remembered it.
“This wasn’t just some random demon attack. Demons don’t hunt in packs. There’s something more behind this,” Rafe said.
“Can we go to the institute first?” Mina sounded a little concerned. Max noticed the way she was holding her arm to her chest and—“By the Angel, Mina, let me look,” Max pried her arm away and saw a deep scratch running along the length of Mina’s forearm, black ichor and her own blood mixing together at the seam. She defiantly snatched it back, insisting it wasn’t as bad as it looked. But it did look pretty bad, and even after two iratzes and the use of Max’s healing magic, it still didn’t look much better than it had. After much more protesting on Mina’s part, Max stopped fussing and the group made their way out of the alley.
