Cordelia was well aware of the Iron Tombs. They were the burial ground of the Iron Sisters and Silent Brothers, who did not die as ordinary Shadowhunters, but lived for centuries before their souls voyaged out of their bodies. These bodies did not decay, but remained intact, and were preserved in the Iron Tombs, a place forbidden to most Shadowhunters.
“Bridgestock rattled at the gates,” Will said, “but nobody came to answer him, because no one in the Iron Tombs is alive, which you’d think he would have gathered from the name of the place. Anyway, he had himself a nice tantrum until he was yanked from his saddle by an invisible hand. But rather than colliding with the ground, he found himself surrounded by swirling darkness. A terrible, depthless darkness, the kind that stretches beyond imagination, the kind that might drive a man mad with a single glimpse—”
“Will,” said Tessa. “Do not editorialize.”
Will sighed and went on. “He heard a terrible sound like a saw grinding through wood, or bone. Through the shadows, he could see barren land; he suspected he was no longer in Iceland, or even in our world, but he could not be sure. And then… a monstrous figure rose in front of him, twice the height of a man, with eyes like burning coals. It spoke to him.”
Cordelia waited for Tessa to chide Will, but she stayed silent. Apparently there was no exaggeration here.
“A demon? Did it identify itself?” James asked intently, leaning forward in his chair.
“According to Bridgestock,” Will said slowly, “he has always thought that an angel would be a being of such beauty and infinitude that he would barely be able to comprehend its presence. Yet he always longed to see one. We are, after all, their servants.”
“Are you saying Bridgestock saw an angel?” Matthew said.
“A fallen one,” said Tessa, a tremor in her voice. “A Prince of Hell in all his glory. He was both beautiful and hideous. Darkness streamed from him like invisible light. He seemed clothed in darkness, yet Bridgestock could see two great wounds in his chest, from which blood poured steadily, though it did not seem to bother him.”
“Belial,” Cordelia breathed. Not that there had ever been much doubt, but there was only one Prince of Hell who she had twice wounded with the blade of Cortana.
“He told Bridgestock who he was. Announced himself, and demanded that Bridgestock stop the search for Tatiana. He made threats, which Bridgestock would not share. I imagine they were of the general sort—rain of fire, destruction of the Enclave—but also likely personal, having to do with Bridgestock’s family.”
“He did say one perplexing thing,” Tessa said.
“Ah, yes, I nearly forgot,” said Will. “The last thing he said before he vanished. I jotted it down. ‘If you have any thought of sending your paladin after me, you will bring great doom upon the world.’？”
A terrible spear of ice pierced Cordelia’s spine. She felt the blood drain from her face and wondered if anyone noticed. James and Matthew, to their credit, did not so much as glance at her. Magnus raised his eyebrows; Will and Tessa only seemed puzzled.
“And after that, Bridgestock fled home?” Magnus inquired.
“One cannot really blame him,” said Will. “And believe me, I speak as one who holds no great fondness for the man. But he is no match for Belial. And there is the matter that when he awoke, he found the sigil of Belial burned into his right forearm.”
No wonder he was holding his arm strangely, Cordelia thought.
“He did?” said James. “Have you seen it?”
“I have. A nasty thing,” said Will. “I expect the man was terrified. He spends most of his time punishing other Shadowhunters, not facing Princes of Hell upon a blasted plain.”
“Was it a blasted plain?” asked James.
“In my mind, yes,” said Will, “probably covered in rocks that had been twisted into sinister shapes. One can but dream.”
“What happened to the horse?” said Matthew.
“Ran off,” said Will. “Probably back to the Adamant Citadel. Horses have sense. Balios would never have put up with that nonsense going on.”
Tessa sighed. “Charlotte already drafted an order to be sent out to all Institutes, that they should be on the lookout for Tatiana.”
“I doubt she will be found,” said Magnus. “She has all the realms of Hell to hide in.”
“And if she stays in them, that would be fine,” said Will. “If she returns with Belial, or if she is hoping somehow to ease his passage into this world…”
“I don’t see how she can,” said Cordelia. “She is still just a woman. Her power comes from Belial himself. She cannot do what he himself lacks the power to do.”
“Belial cannot come into this world, not for very long,” said James. “He must possess a living person to do so, but his presence would destroy any ordinary human body. He could possess my body without destroying it, as we share blood, but I would have to be willing to let him—and I am not. He has the same problems he always has. I don’t see how Tatiana can help him.”
“Still,” said Magnus, “it is no good thing that he has returned so soon. He placed his sigil on Bridgestock’s arm not because he cares about Bridgestock, but to send the message that he was here. That we should fear him. Last time he stayed away for months; now it has only been a week or so. And what is all this about a paladin? What paladin? There hasn’t been a paladin among the Nephilim since the days of Jonathan Shadowhunter.”
“It’s hard to swear yourself to the service of an angel,” Tessa said, “when there never seem to be any around.”
“Princes of Hell aren’t like people,” James said. “For him it’s probably only been a short time since paladins were around. We’d be wise not to read too much into it.”
“We will make sure the Clave is on high alert for a sighting of Tatiana,” said Will. “There is not much else we can do. Still—” He pointed at James, Cordelia, and Matthew. “You, who are not yet adults, though you may feel you are. The three of you must stay close to your homes. Preferably, we’d like you to stay here at the Institute, at least at night.”
“I won’t go out after dark, if that’s the issue,” said Matthew. “But I will stay in my flat.”
“I’ll stay here,” James said, making no mention of Cordelia. “And Lucie too, I assume?”
“Yes, of course, and—” Will glanced over at Tessa. “We have to tell them, my dear. About Jesse.”
Cordelia exchanged a puzzled look with Matthew. “Jesse?” she said, into the silence. “Jesse Blackthorn?”
* * *
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us,” Matthew said as he, Cordelia, and James left Will’s office, with instructions to find Lucie and Jesse in the ballroom.
“You might as well get used to him,” Will had said. “I’m fairly sure he’s here to stay.”
“There wasn’t really time, was there,” James said, rather tightly.
“There really wasn’t,” Cordelia said quickly, hoping to defuse the situation. “It’s quite an odd tale, with quite a lot of explaining needed. I—” She shook her head. “I had no idea about any of it.”