#||verse tag||unpredictablewarlock

[devestationswake-blog]

Ebony had known little about the Shadow world or the Downworld. Really anything to do with her demon side she knew little to nothing of. As soon as Magnus Bane had taken her under his wing however, she was on the Claves radar, how they had missed her for 160 years baffled her, but at the same time it didn’t, she had been locked away most of her life.  Walking into the institute she swallowed nervously, apparently they needed to know some things about her. Magnus had told her they like to keep track of downworlders and that it was simply routine, but that didn’t mean the young warlock wasn’t scared of a race she had never met before.  “Excuse me.” She walked up to Isabelle, ignoring all of the stares she was getting. Her hands trembled a little bit, she seriously felt like she didn’t belong here. “I was asked to come here...I’m Ebony...Ebony Morrigan.” 

@pureheartedlightwood

[devestationswake-blog]

It was getting late by the time Ebony had finished her shift at the diner. Like usual, she took the shortest way home, past the nightclub pandemonium, ignoring all of the wolf whistles and comment that came her way. Men only seemed to have gotten worse through the century and a half that she had been alive, treating women like things instead of people. It was like that when she was a girl but in an entirely different way.  Turning the corner one of the men that had been leaning against one of the walls grabbed her, throwing her up against the brick causing her to scream. She kicked him in the groin but to no avail, the only thing that happened was a human face turned into a monstrous one. Her hands sparked and as she lost control of her magic her glamour dropped. Brown eyes turning pitch black showing that she was terrified.  With a swipe of her hand the thing went flying and with another rather uncontrolled burst of her magic, the thing disintegrated. Shaking she sunk down to the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks, her hands still lit with purple flame as her magic roared. She brought her knees to her chest when another figure approached. “Don’t come near me. I might hurt you.” She warned, knowing full well that her magic was taking over her, like it often did when she lost her grips on it. @brooklynxmagic