This was her least favorite story, for the record. She found a new way of scrunching up her face before gingerly taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"You remember Sebastian, right?" she asked, though she didn't actually wait for any kind of an answer. "Guy that killed my little brother? Guy who was killed. He came back." As these types sometimes did. "And he got himself an army of poisoned Shadowhunters, and he sought to strike us all down. There was a war. And me and some others ended up traveling to a hell dimension where he was hiding."

Because these things always somehow fell on a group of teenagers.