This is the first chapter of my Malec story! Five years after finishing it, I've decided to edit this story. That's why I'm updating the chapters now. I'm reading "The Lost Book of the White" now, that's what made me think of this story again. I didn't read it for five years, that's crazy. So many things have happened ever since.
This is set some time after 'City of Heavenly Fire'. I'm ignoring a few facts of 'Tales of the Shadowhunter Adademy' since it was published after I finished this story, but I hope you don't mind. Please let me know what you think!
I don't own the characters or places!
It was a dark and cold night. Everything was silent in this part of the city, which wasn't very surprising. No one came here. Even the homeless and criminals avoided the streets in the south.
If they were asked about the reason why they didn't enter these streets, they looked at their feet and shrugged without saying anything.
It was nothing that could be described. It was a strange feeling. Cold and depressing. Hope began to disappear and everything that was left were despair, fear and the urge to run away as fast as possible. Which most people did.
But it hasn't always been like this. There was a time when many people were living in the big houses and even a few companies could have been found. Mostly poor people without much hope in their life and little, unknown companies, but that didn't matter. There had been life in this part of the city.
The buildings weren't looking very good anymore and if you looked through a window, you could see that everything was covered in dust. And there was the silence.
Normally, the city was very loud and it was a busy place with many people on the streets. But here, the noises could be barely heard and even the sound of a leaf falling to the ground was too loud.
The creature didn't think of all these things. It didn't care about the empty streets and the lack of noises. The sound of it's shuffling gait seemed to be very loud and probably, it could be heard even by someone who was very far away. But that wasn't important.
The creature was breathing very loudly and in a strained way. Apparently, walking through all those streets was already too exhausting for it.
"Where have you been?" The soft and hissing tone of the voice made the creature stand still immediately. First, it didn't dare to do anything. It knew whose voice it was and even the thought of it made the blood in its body freeze. Then, the creature knelt down and looked to the ground. It wasn't allowed to look at its master. And presumably, it couldn't have said anything at the sight of him. So it was better to just stare at the asphalt.
"I'm s– so– sorry, master. It wasn't easy to find this place."
The sound of footsteps made the creature shiver again. Now, it realized that it seemed to be very loud. Or was everything else silent? It didn't know.
"I know. That's why I chose this place. But if I would have known that you are so stupid, I would have chosen another demon to come to me to receive my orders."
"I'm sorry." What else could the creature have said?
"Well, know you are here. So I start now. And listen carefully! If you forget a single word I say, you will wish that I would have killed you immediately."
"Yes, master." The creature swallowed and tried to withstand the urge to look up.
"As you might know, I am searching for demons of all kinds who want to serve me. The world has been like this for a long time. We are living in the shadows and the humans are unsuspecting as always. And do you know why?" The creature felt its master's breath on its skin and the urge to look up became stronger.
"No, master." It stammered quietly and shivered again.
"The Nephilim!" The voice of the master had become very loud – it was nearly a cry – and the creature covered its ears with the hands quickly. The blood in the body was frozen again. It wasn't able to move. Why was the sound of its breath so loud?
"The... Nephilim, master?"
"Shadowhunters, as you might call them." The creature knew that word and suddenly, it was angry too. But it didn't move anyway. The master shouldn't get angry. "They hunt and kill demons and most of the time, there's nothing we can do against them. They have many tricks and it's not easy to outsmart them. Well, I think that the time of the Nephilim will be over soon. And that's where your role in this game starts."
Again this urge to look up, but instead of giving in, the creature bowed its head even more. "What do you want me to do?"
"Others of your kind are already recruiting warriors for my army. So that'll be done soon. For you, I have a different task to do. And I hope that you can be smarter than you are now because it won't be easy. As you might now, the Nephilim – or shadowhunters – have many allies. The downworlders. Werewolves, for example, or warlocks. We have to disunite them, which is very difficult. Others have tried before, and they have failed. That's why we have to do it in a better way."
The creature didn't understand what its master wanted. How could it make the downworlders hate the Shadowhunters? All it could do was killing things...
"I know that you don't understand what I mean." The master said and it seemed as if he was moving closer to his servant. "So I'll try to explain it in an easier way. Kill some of the downworlders and let the others think that the Nephilim have done it." There was a moment of silence. "And I think I know where you can start. There's a certain warlock..."