This is a short chaptered story. Magnus x Alec
(Yes, I've changed it slightly, coz I realised that this storyline's gonna span a few weeks at least).

~ClarissaAisling

"Be careful." Magnus whispered in Alec's ear.

Alec was busy getting his gear on, having just received a call minutes ago. Maryse had called his cell phone, informing him of a horde of Eidolon Demons near the Brooklyn Riverside. Upon receiving the call, he had rolled over, trying not to wake the sleeping warlock, and had quickly gotten dressed.

Before he had a chance to grab his bow and sling his quiver over his shoulder, Magnus had taken a hold of his arm and dragged him down, and whispered for him to be careful. Then he had released his hold, and Alec quickly opened the door, and shut it with a quiet click.

He had cast a glamour-charm on him, and as he walked out into the blizzard that had hit, he stopped to draw a heat-rune on his arm. The black lines swirled from under the tip of his stele, forming a complex pattern on his arm. After the rune had been completed, he instantly felt the effects of it. He glanced up at the grey sky, and rubbed both his hands together.

After half and hour, he had gotten to the position Maryse had pinpointed. He took out his seraph blade, and tiptoed to where he could hear cursing and yelling.

Jace.

His blonde hair was mussed up, perspiration dripping down his grimy face. He held a blazing seraph blade in his left-hand, the colour reflecting his eyes. He had probably been tracking the Eidolon Demon for some time, but without success. It was hard to find one, as Eidolons could shape shift into innocent mundanes.

"Jace!" Alec yelled.

Jace whipped around, a smirk cresting his face. That then turned into a suspicious frown, as he realized that this could possibly be the demon that shape shifted. He held a seraph blade level to Alec's face, and warned him to back off. Alec held both hands up in surrender, and backed down.

"Ok. Whoa. Hang it." He took a deep breath. "I've got a scar on my left wrist. Um. You came when I was ten, and you never talked much. You only warmed to me when I threw a perfect shot with a dagger at a hundred paces. Let's see. Clary is the only girl who you've so had more than one look at. Right, Maryse –"

Jace lowered his blade and took a step forward. He had an almost-murderous look on his face, but the effect was ruined with the blush on his cheeks.

"Ok, ok, I believe you. And. How did you know about Clary!"

Alec raised one eyebrow. "Dude, I'm your brother, of course I would realize. Like, you were all over her like a coat of paint." He sniggered, and realized it was probably not the best thing he could have done when Jace was in a killer mood.

"Right, Jace," he said, trying to fix a sober expression on his face, and failing miserably, "I think we should get back to the Eidolon before something bad happens."

The smirk was gone from his face like a candle being blown out. Behind Jace's shoulder, he could see a charging demon. He took a step forwards and shoved Jace out of the way. He took out two double-edged seraph blades, Gabriel and Camael.

He threw one at the demon, and the Eidolon took the blade in the side. That slowed its rush, but the demon simply picked up its pace again. Alec held the blade in his right, jumped up, and opened a deep gash in the demon's leg.

"Duck!" Jace yelled.

A brilliance of white-gold light spun through the air, and embedded itself squarely in the center of its torso. There was no time for a respite, as the remaining members of the pack of demons were coming at them.

"Jace! Back-to-back! Circular!"

The alleyway was a blur of flashing blades and speeding arrows. They worked in their most efficient formation, the two brothers back-to-back, slowly rotating in a circular movement. Each had their own sort of power, Jace had around him a golden blaze of angelic fury, eyes alight with a fire that only came when he was out hunting demons. He could strike down someone, as an angel would, and then vanish in a burst of light.

Alec's was different. He had the unique feeling of flames, accented by his blue eyes, glowing a neon blue. He gave out the message that no one was to mess with anyone he loved. It was as seems that he had a wall of flames that licked and burnt anyone who came near, as he would stand in the center of the ring, his whole body glowing.

Jace and Alec dropped to the floor, panting and groaning. Each had gotten a variety of wounds and bruises, and after the adrenaline had stopped coursing through their veins, they were stone dead tired.

Alec saw it first: A Raum demon, crouching just on the ledge, high above where they were sprawled on the ground. A second, and it would jump, whipping its tentacles in the way of its prey.

He had only seconds.

He rolled over on his back, and landed on top of Jace, arms outstretched, Gabriel in his hands. He closed his eyes and steeled himself for the feel of acrid acid, and the skull-cracking force of the tentacles striking.

The Raum demon jumped, straight onto the path of the blazing seraph blade. It ruptured the demon's lungs, but not before it could strike at its prey. Alec heard ringing in his head, and he could feel his skin bubbling lightly, a result of the acid on the tentacles. He seemed unable to get air into his lungs, and blackness was swarming in his head.

Dimly, he berated himself. We should have checked, he reflected. That was the last thought he had before he blacked out.

Revieeeeeeeewsssssssssssss~! Otherwise I will come and haunt you in your sleep~!

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Will update a week or so from now.