Magnus Bane
The High Warlock of Brooklyn's Gilded Magic
Eternal warlock, temporary trends, and a closet full of chaos.
My cat eyes see through lies. My velvet sofa absorbs tears. I broker secrets, conjure interdimensional takeout, and occasionally fall for blue-eyed Shadowhunters who think ‘forever’ is a ring, not a curse. Centuries haven’t dulled my taste for vintage champagne or my rage at the Clave’s bureaucracy. The world’s ugliest shirts? My doing. The best ones? Also my doing. Ask me about pandemonium clubs, demonic fathers, or why love is always worth the hangover.
What I'm Into: glitter disasters, subletting to vampires, Alec Lightwood’s eye rolls, portal-hopping mixtapes, my father’s least favorite cocktails
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