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People have gone missing lately.
Downworlders disappear, and no one knows what happens to them, whether they are alive or not.
It took them far too long to arrange a meeting of the different factions of the Downworld, but, finally, they are gathered.
Luke Garroway, Alpha of the New York pack.
Meliorn, representative of the Seelies.
Magnus Bane, High Warlock of Brooklyn.
They are reunited at the High Warlock's loft.
Now, they are waiting for Raphael Santiago, of the New York vampire clan, to show up.
Somebody rings the doorbell. Magnus rolls his eyes in slight annoyance, it cannot be Raphael at the door, since his wards would let him in, and the vampire had never bothered to ask for permission.
"Who dares disturb the high warlock of Brooklyn? I'm in a meeting, my gorgeous ass will be free in the morning, but I suggest you call beforehand and schedule an appointment...have a good day" Says Magnus.
"...Are you done with the speech?" answers a young voice at the other end.
"excuse me?" how rude.
"I have a friend who is dying here," says the kid.
"You don't sound like a worried friend" retorts Magnus.
"He is not a friend of mine; though I'm pretty sure he is a friend of yours" came the answer.
"What?" Magnus is stunned.
"Why don't you open the door? You can see for yourself. It would be very unfortunate if he died on the streets"
"O-Okay..."He is the High Warlock, he does not stutter, come on.
"Thank you, sir. He's far too heavy, damn it”.
Magnus turns around to address the others "Excuse me, gentlemen, we have guests apparently"
"Who is that?" asks Luke confused.
"I'm not sure..." says Magnus.
Then, said guests enter the loft.
The three men are shocked still at first. Meliorn is the first to react "How interesting..."
The first thing Magnus registers is that it is a boy no older than twelve who stands in the doorway, a shadowhunter, then his eyes grow wide when he notes who the boy is holding.
"Can I come in?" asks mock politely the boy.
"Oh my god. Raphael!"
"What happened?" demands Luke, taking Raphael from the Shadowhunter, growling at him.
The boy looks him in the eye, unimpressed. "Save it for later. You can yell at me as much as you want once I have ensured he can see it.
"We don't need your help, Shadowhunter"
"Than he'll die" dead-panned the boy."...again"
"If you think we will let a Shadowhunter touch one of us you are delusional," says Meliorn drawing his sword.
"Wait!" Magnus yells, who has been checking Raphael.
"I don't understand what's wrong with him! What happened to him? What did you do to him?" Magnus growls to the boy.
The boy rolls his eyes.
"He was attacked, they injected him with this...do you believe I would be here if it were me who did that? Come on, keep up!" the boy says as he scoffs and holds up a needle for them to see.
"I can help him; I know what to do," he says calmly.
"I'll call Catarina, don't let him get away," says Magnus coldly.
The kid rolls his eyes again and sits on the floor keeping his eyes on Raphael.
Magnus looks at him for a second, the boy is calm like he expected them to react that way.
Catarina comes, she too doesn't know what to do.
A frustrated growl leaves Magnus.
The boy has been quiet for a while, "I can help him" he repeats.
They all look at the Shadowhunter, Magnus nods at the others warily.
Meliorn comes up to the boy and points his sword at his throat. "If he dies, I'll cut your throat"
The boy rolls his eyes again, "He would have had more chances to survive if you listened to me earlier, but sure, if he dies, it will be my fault" he says sarcastically.
They narrow their eyes at him.
"Oh, don't look at me like that," he says seeming bored. "Make yourself useful, I need a few things" he doesn't even look at them, too focused on taking things out of his backpack.