Author's Note

I do not know why I am writing this, but I've had the idea stuck in my head for days. Eventually, I had to write it down. For now it is a one shot, but if you like it review and maybe I will continue it. It is definitely open for continuation.

Also, understand that I am an atheist, but in this story I am not spreading hate for Christianity or religion. I needed the situations described to push forward the plot. So please accept what I am trying to say to enjoy the story and not look at it as discrimination or anything.

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Chapter 1 – The Real Devil

Alec sighed out of pure misery. He had no other choice than to watch the uninteresting landscape outside flash past his eyes as his head began to dip dangerously to the side, sleep tempting him with an outstretched and welcoming hand.

He was in the back seat of a black car and the driver was presumably speeding towards his new school. His parents – both seeking no other option besides the one chosen – had sent him away to this "school". They had been having problems recently with their marriage and they had been stressing about Alec's attitude for the past few weeks. Alec was the only one at home; Isabelle having run away to live with a boyfriend and Jace disappearing into the night as if he were the darkness himself. He tried to keep in touch with Isabelle as much as possible and every now and then he would receive a faint and to the point letter from Jace. Alec sometimes wondered why he hadn't left like his sister and adopted brother had.

He didn't know where in the world he was; he didn't know where he was going; he didn't know what would happen. All he knew was that his parents had told him to pack his bags, given him a ride to the airport, and made him get on a plane to California. Once he had gotten there he had immediately been intercepted by the man now driving the car. At the terminal he had practically thrown Alec into the backseat. The driver had confiscated his phone, IPod, and some of his books that he had packed. Alec didn't see why any of this was necessary, but he gave them all up willingly to the man. They were now surrounded by mountains, shrubs, and sand. He didn't even know if they were in California anymore. It had seemed like hours to Alec since he had first arrived at the airport and with nothing to do he was left with his thoughts and the sleep that was calling to him.

Alec knew he couldn't dare to fall asleep, so he had to keep himself awake somehow. Looking over the passenger seat at the driver he noticed the man had black and cleanly cut hair. Dark shades obscured his eyes. A black suit with a crisp emblem of some kind stitched to his breast pocket was clearly visible and Alec wondered what the insignia stood for. Maybe it was the stitch of the school?

They were now going far over the speed limit – if there was a speed limit in the middle of nowhere – in between two large cliffs. Alec looked up to catch a glimmer of what he thought was metal among two rocks, but he didn't know if he had imagined it or not. The car finally began to slow down and they came to a stop next to what looked like a cave holed into the middle of the mountain, the cliffs still towering around them ominously and forming a cavern in which the hole was placed. Alec noticed with shock that dim light was sprouting from the end of the tunnel and a steel door was placed on the far end. At first he didn't know what to do, now that they had stopped, but he soon got a response.

"Get out," the man in the front seat ordered.

Alec did as he was told and the man got out as well. Gripping onto his shoulder in a steel-like grasp he directed Alec into the tunnel and out of the scorching sunlight that had unleashed its wrath on Alec as soon as he stepped out of the car. As he was directed down the tunnel Alec stumbled, trying to keep hair out of his eyes and carry his belongings over his shoulder while still keeping up with the man's brisk pace. Hauling him through the steel door the man turned sharply and jabbed his finger at a button on one side of the room. Only then did Alec realize this was an elevator they were in. Gradually, it began rising upward. Alec shuffled anxiously and a slight tremble traveled through his body. An elevator in the middle of a mountain in the middle of nowhere; what the hell was going on? Where had his parents sent him?

The elevator came to a sudden stop after a few seconds, which almost caused Alec to lose his balance and fall against the back wall. Regaining his poise quickly he was startled when the man – without any warning – roughly pushed him against the metal elevator wall. His bags were taken from him and thrown to the floor. Behind Alec's back thin clasps of metal were cuffed around his wrists and they dug into his skin painfully, almost to the point of drawing blood. He was being handcuffed. Instantly, Alec was alarmed and on edge.

"What are you –,"

"Shut up!" The man screeched and Alec was pulled back violently from the elevator wall by his hair.

Alec let out a small scream and he saw a cruel smile snake its way across the man's face. His eyes were not visible through the sunglasses, but Alec thought that if he weren't wearing them his eyes would be dancing with an insane glee, enjoying the sensation of causing Alec pain. The man grasped Alec's hands that were handcuffed behind his back and pushed him forward, into the awaiting doors.

They opened onto rock and more sand, although the sun was shining more so than where they had come in. It glinted off the smooth surface of the rock, blinding him. Squinting, Alec looked up to see a raised peak above him, clouds and the sun living in an endless sea of blue around it. Lowering his gaze he figured out they had to be on the cliffs that surrounded the tunnel and road that they had come here on. The glimpse of metal Alec had seen among the rocks was not his imagination.

A building so large Alec could hardly believe that the mountain supported it laid ahead of them. There had to be at least three floors and Alec wouldn't be surprised if the structure continued underground; they had made an elevator in the middle of a cliff, hadn't they? The ground level windows of the building were tinted while the upper level windows were open, but enclosed by bars. A handful of guards wavered around an entrance point were two fences of razor wire seemed to connect and a small but evident buzz filled the air, alerting Alec to the fact that the fence was electric and would no doubt kill him if he got too close. Alec took a deep gulp of air before a calloused hand pushed painfully into his lower back.

"Walk," the man behind him instructed and Alec complied.

They walked to the gate and Alec saw the man behind him flash a small card; before his head was forced forward and his wandering gaze was broken. Alec saw one of the guards nod and he was shoved vehemently through the opening. The man behind him – even carrying all of Alec's possessions over one shoulder – once again set a vigorous pace across the rock and Alec tried his hardest to keep up. They soon reached what he presumed were the front doors to the "school" and the man opened the door before hurrying him inside.

A labyrinth of hallways greeted them, but the man maneuvered through them with ease. Every hallway was filled with the same doors, the same colorless draping, and the same tedious floor underneath their feet. Everything was plain and uninteresting, lacking of variety or possible interest.

Alec was reminded faintly of a prison.

A door –much larger than the other ones in the passage – loomed up in front of them when they finally stopped. The man uncuffed Alec before he opened the door slightly and pushed Alec through, causing Alec to stumble. The man then turned swiftly on his heel to walk back down the hall, Alec's luggage still over his shoulder. He had not spoken anything else to Alec and he was confused by the lack of communication; it's not like he wanted to talk to the man, but he had pushed him into a random room and left without an explanation. What did he expect Alec to do?

Only then did Alec focus in on the room in front of him. The walls were littered with frozen black and white pictures, certificates, and newspaper clippings. A plant – obviously not watered in a while and seemingly dead – wilted in a corner. Two large windows shown out on the desert from the far side of the room and in front of them loomed a towering bookshelf. A desk of polished wood sat in the shadow of the large bookshelf and two fancy-looking chairs stood stiff in front of the desk. A man sat expressionless behind it with his gaze fixated on Alec.

"Come in Alexander – sit down."

Alec didn't want to comply, but he didn't have any other choice. He felt his feet carry him to one of the chairs and he sat down stiffly; he didn't like the feeling of unease that was creeping up in the pit of his stomach.

"Why am I here?" he suddenly blurted.

A thin smile fell onto the man's face and his eyes sent out a chilling glare from behind his glasses. Alec shuffled anxiously in his chair.

"I think you know why you are here," the man said.

"Because my parents can't deal with their own problems and I was only getting in the way?" Alec replied coldly, getting a sudden surge of courage.

"I would suggest not being a smart-ass during your time at this school. We have very strict rules and I am lenient to when it comes to forms of punishment; it all depends on whoever you manage to piss off and being a smart-ass is one of the many ways to get a severe penalty." The man gave Alec another chilling look and Alec couldn't help the small degree of fear he could feel beginning to rise.

Alec couldn't think of a reply, so all he did was give a simple and solemn nod of his head.

"I am Father Valentine Morgenstern, the principal and preacher of this school," he said, changing the topic. "You are at this school because you are out of control, a burden and risk to the life of your parents and others with your mindless and self-indulgent behavior. From the file I have been sent it seems as though you will be a rather abnormal case. Don't expect to be here for a short period of time and if that is what you are already thinking you are thoroughly mistaken."

Alec gulped – what did his parents include in his file? He wasn't out of control, but he had done some stuff his parents didn't necessarily approve of. Was that the real reason why they had sent him here, not only because they wanted to get rid of him while they were dealing with their own problems, but because they thought he was on a path to self destruction? He guessed it was probably a mix of the two.

"Let's look over your file for a moment, shall we?" Father Morgenstern proclaimed and he gripped the folder that Alec just noticed sat in the middle of the desk.

"Oh, God…" Alec muttered under his breath and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, a hand coming up to stroke at his temple to try and soothe his growing headache. How much did he already know? Alec tried to hope for the best, but was expecting the worst. He knew he would get the very worst anyway –even with all his mindless hoping – but it was worth a shot.

"Your parents first became worried when you began sneaking out; exactly three days after your sister left with her boyfriend. They explained how you would come home smelling like smoke and alcohol, as well as a lingering scent of some cologne or perfume. It is obvious that you were sneaking out to see someone, as well as to smoke and drink."

Alec's eyebrows twisted together. What Father Morgenstern had paraphrased from the file was far from the truth. It is true that he had sneaked out, but it was because with his sister gone he was more lonely than normal. He searched clubs and bars for an easy hook-up when he went out – trying to get rid of that lingering sense of loneliness, if even for an hour or so – but he never touched a single bottle of alcohol and the smoke seemed to cling to his skin. He couldn't help what he smelled like, but he had thought his parents would know better than to come to the conclusion that he was drinking and smoking. They knew he would never do that.

"Um, Mister Morgenstern –," he started.

"Hush!" Father Morgenstern growled – cutting Alec off – before giving him a sneer more likely to be on the devil himself then on a crazed school preacher. "You know that what you have done is wrong, so don't even try to make up lies to protect yourself!"

Alec felt his eyes go wide and instead of the fear that had been rising since he stepped into the room rage started to boil. He was restraining himself from screaming at his new principal and he clung onto the chair he was sitting in as his knuckles went white and his whole body tensed. His apparent body language seemed to have no effect on the man in front of him, the crazed sneer still on his face and very evident.

"Besides the smoking and drinking," he continued unfazed, "your parents also reported how they worried about your well-being after they walked in on you having relations with another male. They were deeply concerned about the turn of events this situation alluded to and they thought that sending you to this school – it being very prestigious and a religious symbol – would be able to straighten you out," he said with a cruel smile.

Alec huffed at the man's ignorance. It's not like anyone could stop him from being gay: it wasn't possible. It was true that he hadn't "come out" to his parents, instead telling them by being caught in bed with his ex-boyfriend. It definitely wasn't the chosen way he had wanted to tell them, but he guessed that in the end the reaction wouldn't have been that much different. They had kicked out his boyfriend and told Alec to get his head out of the gutter and get a real relationship. At the time it was degrading and the worst part was that they thought it was a phase. It was like every gay teenager's nightmare; he wasn't accepted by his own parents who should have lovedhim unconditionally. It had almost been the last straw for Alec – he had planned on leaving the next day – but somehow he was pulled back, knowing he couldn't live on his own for that long all by himself. Now Alec wished he would have left because then he wouldn't be in this situation right now.

"You aren't going to be able to 'straighten' me out, you know," Alec growled, baby blue eyes now aflame with a burning anger. "I won't change for anything, even if you try to make me."

"Then you will stay here for a very, very, long time, Alexander Lightwood. With the contract your parents signed we guaranteed that their son would come home with new morals and a better outlook on life, as well as being an exceedingly religious young man. That is what your parents want and if you ever plan on getting out of this school with top marks I would suggest you listen and change for the better while you are here."

Alec couldn't believe this. That is what he was here for? His parents wanted these people to change who he was – it wasn't even possible! Did they expect them to keep him here until they eventually 'straightened' him out, like Father Morgenstern had said? He couldn't bear those thoughts. What if they actually made him stay here forever?

"You cannot keep me here over the age of eighteen. I'm an adult then and I will be eighteen in a year and a half. I can bare your school for that long, I don't care," Alec said, but he could hear the strain and shaking in his own voice.

"Our school is special. It was originally a luxury prison, but it has been transformed into a boarding school or even a "boot camp" of sorts; it can really go either way. We take boys of all ages and since we promise to create a better child we take all the time we need. This school has a small amount of students that are far past the adult range, some going into their twenties. We just don't have that many because by then most students have smartened up enough to know that to get out they must change their ways. That is how this school works," Father Morgenstern explained.

Alec felt his heart drop into his stomach with the Father's words; he could not stay here forever, he wouldn't stay here forever.

But what other choice did he have?

"None," replied father.

Shit, I said that out loud, Alec thought before he mentally slapped himself for being so stupid.

He was cornered now with no other place to go. Getting out with his inner-self still intact seemed like an impossible feat and escape was even more unattainable. The guards here were fierce and no doubt would be watching them like hawks. The idea of his parents actually getting emotions called understanding and sympathy was far out of the equation, so the thought of them taking him out of this "school" was another definite improbability. Changing himself seemed like the only way out and Alec hated his life right now more than ever before. Why did he have to have parents with stupid problems and failing skills of understanding?

Father Morgenstern watched Alec's facial expressions go from hopeful, to discouraged, and finally to utter defeat as he saw the thoughts whirl through the teenager's mind. Father Morgenstern felt he did not even need to continue on with the contents of Alec's file – Alec already knew that he was trapped. That was one of the tactics of reading the file out loud to the student, to show how much power they had over them now by knowing basically everything about their pasts and about their lives. Morgenstern had Alec in the palm of his hand and Alec had realized it. Hopefully, that meant he did not have the potential to be a big difficulty for his school. Homosexuals had always been their downfall. They couldn't be taken down. It had run on his nerves for a while and that annoyance still somewhat existed. With any luck Alexander wouldn't be like the others, a particular student already coming to mind.

"With that said I think we are done here. There is more to your file, but that doesn't have to particularly be discussed. I encourage you to remember that I know just about everything about you, so don't even bring yourself to the illusion that you have any privacy. This file had very detailed descriptions and every guard and worker in this school is always on the top of their work and looking out for anything suspicious or interesting about your life here. We will know in only a few weeks how we intend to use the information that we have to change and encourageyou to become the better person that both we and your parents are hoping for."

Alec swallowed, but didn't say anything.

"Now, I think it is about time to inform you about classes and also about your roommate," he went on to explain.

At this statement Alec sternly raised his gaze to finally look the man in the eyes, as if to say "Are you serious? Some people in this "school" might actually have deeper problems and could try to kill me in my sleep. You're telling me I have to share a room with one?"

"Unfortunately, we can't put you with a student much older than yourself for obvious reasons. You will be rooming with a student who has been here quite a while and is a little closer to your age. It also happens to be the only room open and the only possibility for you to dwell in for a long period of time. Your schedule will be on top of the nightstand in your room and Ralph will lead you there when you exit. He has already brought your possessions up to where you will be living for the next couple years – or more if you so choose, it is really all up to you and your decisions."

Alec guessed Ralph was the man that had come and gotten him from the airport, handcuffed him, and also led him here from where they entered the school. Talking anymore to Father Morgenstern he knew was worthless and a waste of his time because he would not win any argument or fight for himself and his rights. Like before he simply nodded before he rose from his chair and exited the room. He heard Father Morgenstern open something – a book or a laptop, maybe – but he didn't hear anything else muttered from his new principal.

Once he was in the hallway Alec saw the man with black hair from before – Ralph – and he didn't fight when Ralph took Alec's arm and twisted it behind his back roughly before leading him back down the passage. Alec recognized the hallways they traveled through from before and he mapped out the roadway of passages in his head, out of habit. He noticed how instead of continuing forward to the foyer of the school they instead took a right down an even longer hallway. At the end stairs awaited them and they climbed onto the third floor. Doors upon doors stood in front of them and they walked to the very far end. Looking out a high window Alec could only see sky and the raised peak of the mountain in the distance. Ralph grabbed his neck violently –nearly snapping it – before he was turned to a nearby door. The man definitely wasn't a man of words; Alec guessed he was more of an actions type of guy. Before Alec knew what was happening he was once again shoved into a room completely alien to him. Only this time he heard a slight click, and when his curiosity got the best of him and he tried the doorknob he found it to be locked.

"They're tight on security. You better get used to it," a voice mocked.

Alec whirled – almost giving himself whiplash – to stare at the boy who had spoken.

He had to be the most beautiful male Alec had ever seen. It seemed like his hair was as dark as night and spikes were styled up and colored at the tips with a deep bluish-green tint. He was thin and obviously tall, his legs dangling off of the end of the small bed that he was laying on. Strong looking arms were crossed behind his neck. The male's face had to be the most beautiful of all to Alec. High cheekbones and smooth caramel colored skin outlined his features and eyes with a slight curve gave an indication to his obvious Asian background. His eyes –which were smeared with eyeliner – were a golden green color and popped because of the added make-up. Those eyes were glaring at him curiously with a slight hint of amusement.

"I'm guessing you're my new roommate?" Alec said hesitantly, not really coming across a way to talk to the stunning male in front of him without making a fool of himself.

"No, of course not," the boy once again mocked, voice full of sarcasm. "Old Ralph must have gotten it mixed up again."

"Old Ralph? He didn't seem aged all that bad and by the way he twisted my arm behind my back I highly doubt that he's that old," Alec questioned before looking around and taking a tentative step into the room.

One bed sat vacant on the opposite side of the small room with Alec's belongings sitting on stiff looking bed sheets. A small nightstand was close by – his schedule resting upon it like Father Morgenstern had said – and a dresser was situated right in front of the end of the rigid excuse for a bed. The male's side of the room – on the other hand – was a splash of color, the most color Alec had seen in a long while to be specific. A few hand drawn posters covered the wall on his side and articles of clothing were thrown about everywhere he looked. Somehow a different bedspread then the one on the other bed in the room was positioned over the bed frame and pillows that Alec had to admit looked very comfortable were littered over the canary yellow sheets. Stacks of books were piled on the nightstand, as well as a few notebooks that looked well-used.

The male noticed Alec looking over the room in front of him and a small grin appeared on his face.

"Old Ralph – we call him that because he has about as much power as an elderly person and he's about as dumb as one, too. He can twist up your arm pretty bad and threaten, but he's all bark and no bite; he won't really hurt you. He's also easy to manipulate. You promise him something he wants and he'll do anything for you," he explained to Alec and his eyes measured him up as he did so.

Alec shuffled on his feet, getting shy under the male's gaze.

"Um, I'm Alec by the way… Alexander Lightwood," Alec murmured shyly with his eyes cast downward, hoping that it would get the male to stop looking at him.

"Magnus Bane," the male said as he rose and extended his hand to Alec in a friendly handshake, his stare thankfully snapping back up to Alec's face as a genuine smile fell onto his beautiful features.

Alec took it and shook – Magnus's hand smooth and almost reassuring around his.

"Just don't get into too much trouble here," Magnus said with a smirk and a sexy wink, releasing Alec's hand after a few moments before he turned to flop back onto the sheets of his bed.

"Why not?" Alec questioned as he walked over to his own side of the room and began to unpack, more relaxed now that a formal greeting had been shared with Magnus.

"The rest of the guards – besides Old Ralph and a few others, of course – can get pretty violent if they get agitated. It would be best for you to keep on people's good sides while you are here."

Alec sighed as he finished removing the few items he had in his bag, placing the clothes in the dresser and his books inside of the nightstand.

"I don't think that will work for me."

Magnus sent Alec a cunning look as he raised an eyebrow, obviously more intrigued then before.

"And why is that? Why do you think it will be hard to keep on people's good sides?" He asked with an already knowing look on his face.

"I will not change for them; they'll have to keep me here forever. I want to get out as soon as possible, but I don't think that will happen," Alec told him, another sigh of frustration leaving his lips as he flopped down – just as Magnus had – on his own bed.

"Well, I don't think you are the only one who won't change for anyone. I am friends with some of the other teenagers here. I don't think they will change either, even if it does mean getting out. Why won't you change for them, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Because it is not possible," Alec murmured before he turned onto his side and away from Magnus. He wasn't really enjoying this conversation anymore now that they were getting onto the topic of why he was here.

"Why isn't it possible?"

"You ask a lot of 'why' questions, don't you?" Alec said with a hint of amusement.

"And I am asking you another one," Magnus replied sternly, a new hardness in his voice.

Alec opened his eyes fully from where they were beginning to close sleepily at the tone of Magnus' voice. He was not afraid of Magnus – not yet, anyways – but he heard in that voice how Magnus had survived here so long without going insane. Now that he thought of it, Alec did not even know how long Magnus had been at this school.

"How long have you been here?" Alec asked, avoiding the previous question with a new one.

"Five years – I came here when I was fourteen. Stop evading the question," he growled.

Alec rolled back over to face him, only to find Magnus sitting with one leg over the other with his gaze intent on Alec. Groaning, Alec saw that Magnus wasn't going to leave him alone until he told him, so he let it rush out in a flood of words.

"I don't believe in God, I sneak out all the time, I was always a nuisance to my parents, and I'm –" he stopped his sudden rambling before he told Magnus he was gay. What if he was homophobic?

"And?" Magnus implored, as if he sensed the hesitance in Alec's voice.

"I'm gay," Alec whispered and cast his head downward, away from Magnus's stare.

Silence fell over the small room and Alec didn't have the bravery to look up and catch Magnus's eyes again. What was he thinking? What Alec had said was sort of a big thing for him; it was one of the first times he had said outright that he was gay. His parents had assumed and known once they found him in bed with his ex-boyfriend and the other men at bars knew because Alec would come on to them. Admitting it to Magnus felt like something different, as if an unseen weight had been lifted off of him. It felt good to admit, but he was now waiting for Magnus's reply. He had some guesses about Magnus – because of the make-up, tight clothing, and bursts of color all around the room – but Alec was not in the position to be making assumptions.

"Then I guess we have a lot in common," Magnus finally replied.

Alec did not hear or see him until he was on him, but Alec was jerked out of his frozen state when Magnus was suddenly holding him down with his body weight on top of Alec's thighs and chest. He didn't have any time at all to move and before Alec knew what was happening Magnus had Alec's hands pinned above his head. All ability to move left Alec and he didn't know if it was because of fear or because he was being held down so tightly. Only when he felt the hot breath of Magnus against his ear did Alec somewhat calm down.

"Listen to me," he whispered harshly into Alec's ear, "you are going to go through a lot of hell in this school from what you have admitted to me. I have been here for five years and refused to change. I am respected by the other teenagers here, but by the staff even I will admit that I am the most hated student. This school guarantees that the student will be changed, come out religious and better then before. You reject that and they will take severe actions because the longer you stay here the more the parents have to pay. The more the parents have to pay the more they get fed up. I know it is probably not going to happen, but my way out is that my parents finally lose hope. Stop paying and kick me out when I get home." Magnus took a quick breath. "That's what I'm hoping for. But it means I have to stay focused and rebellious to keep my sanity and go through torture to do so. I think you have a chance and I think you may be able to make it – all you have to do is stay be me."

Alec was breathing rapidly, both from what Magnus had just told him and also from the fact that they were so close. He chose to ignore the last part as much as possible, instead opting to question Magnus.

"How can you stay here and not submit after five years? I have barely been here a day and I can't stand it... and why do you have to be so close to me to say that?" Alec hissed out to the man on top of him.

"You have to look forward to the future. Hold onto the thoughts of what will happen if you do surrender and then what life will be like when you get out of here if you don't. That's all you can do and I need to be this close to you because I want you to listen to me. There is also the tiny fact that there are guards all throughout that hallway outside and they can practically hear everything we say if we don't whisper it. I do not want them to hear me giving instructions to you and feeding to you the idea of freedom as you are without change. They would go crazy and move you to a different room. I have a feeling they did not like the idea of putting you – another gay and atheist teenage boy – in a room with me, but I doubt there were any other options besides putting you in a room with a twenty year old," he explained before pulling away from Alec.

Alec sighed and relaxed more, fully understanding what Magnus was trying to say. He could not deny that if he did stay by Magnus that he would have a good chance of keeping his sanity while he lived here. The feeling that Magnus was not lying and that his time here would be hell was finally sinking into his mind and he knew that he would have to listen and obey Magnus if he ever wanted even the hope of getting out.

"I will listen to you, Magnus. I just want to get out of here," Alec finally whimpered and he hated the unmanly sound escaping from his mouth. He saw Magnus's face soften above him – sympathy evident in his expression – before Magnus's face came down, this time laying a line of chaste kisses to Alec's exposed throat. Alec's breathing hitched, but Magnus pulled away after a few seconds of soft caresses. He caught Alec's gaze before he leaned down to whisper into his ear again.

"I know you do, Alec. Stick by me and soon enough you will have respect and it will not be that bad. I've gone through hell already in this school and I'm not afraid of it, not anymore. They say that this school turns out changed teenagers, but I'm planning on being the broken case – the abomination – of this whole fucking program. I won't change for them and even though they may try it won't make a difference. That is why they hate me; they see that I will not change. This school is about making teenagers religious, as much as it is supposed to be changing 'bad' behavior for the better. But I know something they do not. I know that they just might be figuring it out now, but they don't know the whole truth. That is what makes them so pissed off –why they hate me so much," he said under his breath, "Can you guess what that reason is, Alexander?"

Alec fidgeted under Magnus.

"I have no idea," he breathed, seeing Magnus shift even closer to him.

Alec let out a small gasp when teeth came down on the ear that Magnus had been whispering into and pain as well as pleasure shot through Alec. Magnus licked over the sensitive spot –soothing it – and Alec could not hold in the small sigh of satisfaction that escaped from his very lips.

"I'm the real Devil, here."

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So, how was it? I'm open to continue this; I just want to know what you all think. I am still working hard on Storm of Spring and I'm thinking about making another story / do some one shots for other series. Review please so I know where to put my priorities!

~Rockwriter