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Chapter 12

It all happened in a blurr. Alec and his men pounced, grinning. Magnus acted on reflexes and blasted the one who attacked him to bits. The Shadowhunters had their seraph blades out, shining in the dark. Werewolves had transformed and vampires had their fangs beared. The seelies stood calmy at the back, waiting their chance.

Magnus just saw people flashing by him, as he instinctively shot them with his magic. His eyes shot left and right, looking for Alec. Not Alec. The Solitas. Then he saw him.

He was separated from the rest of the group and the Consul had his seraph blade to his throat. Magnus was confused. Al... the Solitas could blast him to bits in seconds. Why wasn't he?

Magnus snaked his way through the crowd, dodging the blows. No one seemed to notice him, no one seemed to care.

"You won't kill me." He heard the Solitas say. "I'm family."

"You made us think you were dead. For a century! When, all along, you were here. Becoming the Clave's most wanted." The Consul trembled. His hands shook violently. Magnus could see that Alec was looking anywhere but the Shadowhunter's eyes.

"The Clave." The Solitas scoffed. "Always thinking they're the best. A messed up, prejudice organization. You know, I tried my best to change them when I was one of you. But it had to take my near death for me to see that my work was for nothing. If I came back to the clave, if I didn't run and hide in the woods, I would have been held prisoner. Experimented on, tested, because of my warlock blood. They almost did that to Jace and Clary for goodness sake!" Magnus saw him wince at the names. "At least they had angel blood. What choice did I have?"

"We only do what is right. You could have been a great asset to the Clave." The Consul whispered.

"Asset?" Alexander frowned. "You know, I expected, after this many years, for the Shadowhunters to be more advanced. More caring to the Downworlders. Especially from you. A Lightwood."

"I'm not Lightwood. They have died out." The Consul snarled.

Alec froze and Magnus felt great pity towards him. He didn't know. How could he? With Max dead and Alec 'dead', the only Lightwood left was Isabelle. Jace was a Herondale. And once Isabelle had married Simon, she became a Lovelace. Ending the Lightwood name.

Alec only let his shock show for a second before he smirked. "Yes. But you have Lightwood blood. I am your ancestor."

The Consul shook his head. "You're an abomination. I should kill you right now."

"So do it."

Magnus doubted he would but, still, something in him snapped. Once he saw the blade draw the tiniest bit of blood, he shot the consul into a tree. The Shadowhunter hit it with a scream and collapsed to the ground. No. He hadn't killed him. He hadn't... right?

Alec stared at Magnus, his eyes normal, before rushing over to Alexander Lovelace. Magnus followed him. Alec was kneeling on the floor and put his hand on the Consul's face. It glowed golden.

"What are you doing?" Magnus gasped.

"Healing him." Alec answered in a monotone voice. Magnus gawked at him. He had never seen that type of magic before.

"Why?" He managed to say, eventually.

Alec stared up at him, almost hurt, but didn't say a thing. Then they were silent. The only noise was the fight going on behind them.

"Why did you hurt him?" Alexander asked, stroking the sleeping man's cheek.

"He was going to kill you." Magnus explained, looking at his hands.

"I would have let him." Alec whispered.

Magnus looked up at this. "Seriously?"

Alec sighed and dropped his hand. "I haven't been happy in a hundred years. I don't like what I've become." He paused, eyes glazing over. "Everything is different. I just wish I was normal." Magnus wanted to touch him, comfort him, badly but he knew he couldn't. "It would have been so much better if I had died that night. Then none of this would be happening."

Magnus paused but then sat on the floor next to him. "Alexander." He started and Alec glared at him. "Sorry. Solitas. You have helped so many warlocks. Yes, you have done bad. But you've also done good. And when I thought I lost you, I had never felt pain like that. But you're alive and..."

Alec stared at him in awe. He opened his mouth but there was a scream. And not his. Alec stood up abruptly, only to see his last Warlock fall, dead, on the floor.

Magnus stood now as well and glanced, nervous, at Alec.

Scattered on the floor were dozens of bodies and none of Alec's warlocks were standing. "It's over." Yelled the Inquisitor. "You have no choice but to turn yourself in."

Alec frowned at the crowd, with clenched fists. Then, slowly, he unclenched them. There silence was deafening. He turned his head, to look at Magnus. He looked forlorn. "I'm sorry." He whispered, so only Magnus would hear it. Magnus said nothing.

Then he looked back at the crowd, and smirked. But it was forced. Magnus could tell. Then he raised a hand and closed his eyes. That was when the ringing started. Loud and screeching. The people before him screamed and covered their ears. They squeezed their eyes shut, trying to block it out.

But it didn't effect Magnus. What was going on? Alec started walking towards him, put a hand on his face, and kissed him. It was short but long enough for Magnus to close his eyes and revel in the feeling. He had forgotton this. He could feel Alec pulling away too soon and opened his eyes, wanting to stop him. But he was gone.

Magnus spun on the spot, scanning the area for him. He was no where to be seen. And the ringing had stopped. "Where has he gone?" The Inquisitor asked to no one. Magnus felt broken because he didn't know.

*

A year later

The hunt for the Solitas was still on but Magnus refused to corporate. He just couldn't. Raphael had been furious at him because he had gone into his "zombie" faze again. That was what he had done once he found out about Alec's death all those years again. And, now, he was doing it again.

Magnus walked down the street, people watching. He had decided to get away, to a different country. It had been a great decision. Venice was beautiful. Magnus sat on a bench, thinking that would be better if he wanted to spy on people. He scanned the view before him before freezing.

There, leaning against the side of a building was a man. He was covered in black tatoos and had messy, black hair. His eyes were the most beautiful blue Magnus had seen. The man was watching people pass by and frowning.

Alec. Alexander. Magnus thought. It was almost as if he hear him because at that exact moment, Alexander turned and looked at him. Their eyes connected and Alec did something Magnus hadn't seen him do in years. He smiled.

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