Hi! This is my fist fan fiction ever, so I don't know if I am doing it right. Please be honest and let me know if there is anything you do or do not like. Here goes nothing.

(Alec's POV)

It's not fair, I thought. I was sitting on Magnus's couch, Thinking. I am almost thirty, with graying hair and Magnus still looks nineteen. I can't marry him (but it's not like he has proposed or anything) or be with him any longer, it will only hurt both of us in the end. I know what I need to do.

"Alec, my darling." Magnus called. "I'm home." Magnus walked into the living room wearing his usual glitter-infested outfit. "Darling," Magnus smoothly slid down on one knee. Immediately, I knew where this was going. "Will you marry me?"

It took all of my strength, but eventually I said, "No."

Magnus reared back a little with a look of shock and whispered, "But, why?"

Because I will eventually die and you will be heartbroken, and my death would have been the main cause of that heartbreak. But aloud I said, "Because you are a filthy Downworlder and I cannot stand the sight of you." When I said 'filthy Downworlder', Magnus began to cry, and he never cries. I wanted to take back my horrible words, to apologize. But I can't. I stood up and walked to the front door.

"But, I-I love you!" Magnus wailed.

"And I don't love you." I saw Magnus wince as if he had been slapped. I have never been this cruel to Magnus and I wanted to break down and cry, to beg for his forgiveness. Instead, I turned and ran from the house as fast as I could. When I get to some alley a couple of blocks away from Magnus's house, I plop down in a useless, lifeless heap.


Sometime later, I heard it. A slithery, shuffling noise. I raised my head and looked into the night. At the end of the deserted I saw a figure too tall and misshapen to be human. And it was coming straight at me.

I got to my feet so fast that Ii was momentarily dizzy. As the demon drew closer I got a better look at it, something I did not want to do. It was at least eight feet tall with ugly puke-green colored skin. There was one black, bulging eye in the middle of its head. Its arms were at least two feet long, each ending in a stinger. The bottom part of the demon's body ended in a serpent-like tail. Around the waist area, there were many snake heads darting back and forth with teeth that drip poisonous yellow venom.

I pulled a seraph blade out of my belt. "Zadkiel." I said. The seraph blade grew and glowed with its white seraphic light. The demon hissed at the light, but it continued to advance. I spun and arched the blade, slicing off a stinger and a couple of snakes. And of course, I get demon ichor all over me. And I was not wearing any gear. Damn it.

The demon swung its only usable stinger and I ducked. It missed by a few inches. One of the snakes caught my shoulder. I straighten and stab the demon in the chest just as its stinger lodges itself into my back. I was conscious long enough to watch the demon fold into itself, going back to its home dimension. Then the darkness swallowed me.