Deep End - Magnus Bane

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The four of them rushed to the cage where the voice was coming from; they saw a woman sitting there with her face hidden in the shadows; Clary squinted her eyes trying to get a good look at the woman before her eyes widened in realization, "Dot?"

"There's another way to destroy the Sword." They all glanced at each other warily, unsure of what to think of this revelation.

They took the battered woman to Magnus' considering he'd be the only one who'd know how to fix the warlock; while the men were putting Dot on the couch, Magnus turned to Sarah, looking her over his eyes seemed drawn to her bloody t-shirt, "Are you okay? What's with the blood?"

Sarah sighed, shaking her head lightly. The brunette was tired, though she kept a hard face on when she was at the warehouse, she couldn't bring herself to hide from Magnus, "Nothing, it was this warlock. Madzie. I think she literally squeezed my heart."

"I have a clean shirt. Come on." The Warlock never let Sarah argue, walking ahead of her to one of the rooms; the brunette couldn't deny that it felt nice to have someone look after her, although this probably wasn't the time to appreciated none the less.

Magnus got the shirt for her, making the brunette smile gratefully to him, "Thank you."

"You're most welcome." He said before excusing himself out of the room for the brunette to change. However, he couldn't help but look at her as her back was turned to him. She took off her bloodied shirt, unaware that the warlock was still at the threshold of the door.

Magnus couldn't help but notice the scars that were on the brunette's bareback, left there on her skin not healing, which made the warlock's mind fill with questions; he realized he had been standing there for a while now, so he finally left tending to Dot but with a million questions on his mind.

"There you go. You'll start feeling better in no time." Sarah heard Magnus say as she walked to the living room where Dot was lying helplessly on the couch.

"Tell us everything you know," Sarah demanded, settling beside Magnus on the other couch, watching the black-haired woman with narrowed eyes.

"I heard Valentine briefing his men. If Sarah touches the Sword, her grip will destroy it."

"Why should we believe a word she says? It's probably just another trap." Luke inquired, glancing at the group, as everyone was thinking over but before anyone can say anything.

"Wait. In the vision from Ithuriel, the demon that destroyed the Sword had a clawed hand." Sarah recalled the vision that she saw, making Clary nod, "Exactly. It has nothing to do with you."

Magnus frowned, turning to Sarah, "Perhaps I can lend some insight. Show me this vision." Sarah opened her palm as the warlock put his hand on hers, holding it softly as both of them stared at each other briefly before closing their eyes.

Magnus chanted something in Latin, calling the vision that the brunette saw, as he watched it all over again, "The star in the sky." He said after opening his eyes along with the brunette who still held Magnus' hand in hers.

"Angels are higher beings. They communicate through metaphors. Morgenstern means "Morning Star," as in, "How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning." The vision seems to be speaking of a... demonic Morgenstern." Magnus cast a quick look at the brunette, who seemed lost in thought but somehow resolved at the prospect, which made the warlock knit his eyebrows together.

"That could be me." Jace said, clenching his jaw, but Magnus only shook his head at him, "No, the angel chose, Sarah. He could've chosen to show you the vision, too...."