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They made my day. :3 Now please, enjoy this new chapter!

Without sucking my dick... Unless you're a flamer. If you are, you can suck it as much as you like.

I'd enjoy it.

A warning though, this isn't a funny chapter. This is actually a serious chapter. But don't worry, the seriousness is just a speedbump in what is a beautiful relationship between Magnus Bane and our babyfied Alexander Lightwood.

The day went by oddly smoothly for Magnus.

Alec had his bottle of formula, Magnus had Belguin waffles, extra strawberries and less bananas. For lunch, Alec had another bottle and Magnus had a sub (extra mustard).

Alec fell asleep on the floor with Chairman Meow, and stayed asleep for nearly 5 hours. This left Magnus to occupy himself with his own dreamless tundra, and taking one looooong ass bath. His bath took an hour, and it was closing in on 7:15 just as Magnus got out of the bathroom. He pulled on a robe that he acquired sometime in the 18th century, and started down the hallway. He entered his bedroom to find a fully awake Alec sitting at the base of one of his bookshelves. He seemed to be looking for something.

"Oi, midget. What are you looking for?" Magnus asked the non-talking child. "Da!" Alec stated, turning as best he could while on his tooshie to look at his current caretaker. "Da?" Magnus repeated, eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Da." Alec said stubbornly, turning back to the case and pulling out a book with his tiny little fingers. It was by no means a light book, so it took the tyke a couple of tries before it came out.

"DA!" Alec shrieked, slapping the cover of the book hard once it was laying upon the carpet.

Magnus stared.

"You... want to read a book? Is that what you want?" Magnus asked, dropping onto his hands and knees, crawling over to the baby and his book.

Magnus sat cross-legged beside the child, and picking up the book, saving it from Alec's little fists of fury.

Magnus allowed himself to chuckle at the boy's selection. "Oh darling, I highly doubt you want me to read you a story about the art of love."

Poor Alec looked confused, "Da..." He said quietly, his bright oceanic orbs burning holes of guilt into Magnus' skull.

"We... Could write one? Or I can make one up? Maybe? Shit... Uh..." Magnus stuttered quickly, avoiding the possibility of tears as much as possible.

And then, Magnus' eyes widened. "Liiightbulb."

"Da?"

"Da!"

Magnus scooped Alec into his arms, holding the tiny thing close to his chest as he practically ran to the living room. Magnus kissed the boy on the top of his head as he sat them upon the couch, keeping Alec on his lap. "I'm not good at thinking up stuff out of no where... But I can tell you a true story, age appropriate."

"Da." Alec smiled brightly, sitting still.

Magnus took a deep breath...

The year was 1598, in the Dutch East Indies... Or as it is now called, Indonesia. There was a small village, named Anak-Anak Allah, which means God's Children in Indonesian. The village was densely populated... Covering a scarce 20 acres of land and home to over five thousand people. The entire village was owned by a man by the name of Gagal, and he treated everyone as slaves. All of his 'subjects' were stuck in awful living conditions, stuffing 20 people into a 12x12 room at once, and working 15 hours a day, receiving poor rations and poor housing in return.

The only exception to these conditions was if a lady was pregnant.

So now we have Kacantikan, a young women that was brought to this farm/village by force. She became involved with a man called Binatang. They were given permission to marry, and soon after Kacantikan became pregnant. Gagal granted her housing in his mansion in order to care for her during the pregnancy.

The only reason behind his kindness was so that he could raise the children himself if he deemed them suitable, in order to make them into warped slaves that didn't know any better.

Binatang was not allowed to see his wife during the 9 months it took for the baby to grow inside of her.

He worked endlessly to buy him the space to care for his wife after the child was born, and when the day came...

Kacantikan was thrown into the hut, gown torn open, long whip lashes littering her back, her hair was cut, and she couldn't walk due to mangled and broken legs.

Gagal was furious. Binatang was forbidden to touch his wife, and he was instructed to follow Gagal into a filthy hut on the very edge of the village.

Binatang met a monster that night.

His child was a monster. A disgusting child born with the mark of a devil.

At first, Binatang didn't understand what was wrong with the baby. Gagal flew into a fit of rage, forcefully wrenching open the eyes of the newborn.

Binatang didn't know what to say, but he was forced to look into green eyes that were marked with vertical pupils.

Gagal demanded an explanation that Binatang could not give. Gagal nearly ordered his wife's execution and his own, until he pleaded that the demon was not his offspring.

After a heated debate, Gagal spared Kacantikan's life and Binatang's, with the explanation that someone on the plantation was possessed by unholy spirits, and had used the sin of lust against his poor, unsuspecting wife.

But even then, Gagal gave them punishment.

Both were sentenced to work 18 hours instead of the usual 15, and they were deprived of daily rations. Instead, they recieved water and other things for consumption ever other day.

It was hell, but Binatang and Kacantikan accepted the punishment as if it were God's will.

The child was not allowed to stay within Gagal's home. It was to be raised by Binatang and Kacantikan, with the excuse that God wanted them to see and live with the abomination that they had created.

Kacantikan went insane. She hung herself in the barn, for reasons not even Binatang could understand.

The only reason he had was the nameless child, who was always ever referred to as the "setan anak".

The child grew, and along with physical growth came a supernatural power that grew more and more noticable with each passing day.

The demon was caught healing wounds, and no matter how many times they punished the demon, the wounds seemed to melt away.

Gagal died shortly after the demon turned nine years old, and in his place, his son Kematian was in charge.

Kematian was lazy, and didn't care much for Anak-Anak Allah. The village people no longer were under heavy supervision, and had more freedom within how they ran their lives.

Binatang kidnapped the demon in the middle of night, having been able to successfully convince his hut-mates that God had spoken to him, and that the child was better off dead.

The now 10 year old boy was held under the water of the river on the outskirts of the village. The boy struggled, and Binatang was so immersed in 'God's work' that he failed to noticed the smoke within the air. He did notice when the fire came, and the scorching pain of the flames engulfing him in a hug. Binatang was no longer concerned with his son.

The boy turned around, the fire reflecting in his eyes and a demonic smile plastered upon his face.

Magnus' original intention was to tell a happy tale about how the demon escaped from the bad people, and went to live a happy life, filled with adventure and learning, romance and caring, and an understanding for humanity. But somehow, the story fell sour in an extremely short amount of time.

Magnus has been so immersed in his tale, he failed to notice the tears running down his face, and down Alec's as well.

Magnus blinked a few times, wiping the tears away freakishly. "Who am I kidding, this isn't age appropriate at all, is it...?" He muttered, taking a few shaky breaths in hopes of calming himself.

"I'm sorry Alec..." He whispered, wiping the delicate tears from Alec's bright red cheeks.

It was almost as if Alec was crying with him, like Alec could somehow understand his pain. As if Alec could understand his words and imagined himself in Magnus' story.

Unknown to Magnus, Alec was suddenly blessed by the Angel. Now capable of understanding the worst kinds of emotional pain... For the Angel knew that it would one day be Alec's greatest weakness, and strength.

Alec understood. He didn't cry because of the terror evident in the words, but the fear in Magnus' eyes. He didn't cry with Magnus, he cried for Magnus.

Magnus only thought Alec was crying because he was scared, and remain convinced even after Alec practically climbed Magnus' ribcage in order to throw his fat little arms around his neck.

Anak-Anak Allah: The name of the village, translation; God's Children

Gagal: Name of Slave owner, translation; Fail/failure.

Kacantikan: The mother, translation; Beauty.

Binatang: Name of father, translation; Beast.

Setan anak: Demon child.

Love me, as always; Allie