"I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil."
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
What good can ever come when an immortal loves a mortal, a Shadowhunter? It will all end in death and sorrow. I was a fool to think that this love can last. Magnus thought bitterly as tears streamed down his face. He trailed his long, wrinkled-free fingers tenderly across pale - so pale and cold cheeks of his lover.
I will do anything, anything just to have you kiss me one more time, just to have you by my side once more. Magnus gripped his lover's hand as rain pattered down on them, diluting the deep red stain on the ground.
'No… No.. No..' Magnus heard vaguely behind him as he curled around his lover in a protective embrace before a young lady that resembles like his lover except for the now anguish brown eyes threw herself on her knees, hands fluttering across her brother's face. Stele on her other hand, desperately drawing one iratze after the other in vain. A hand fell on her shoulder before a boy crouched beside her. Isabelle threw her stele away and collapse onto Jace as Jace held her.
Although tears was oozing out of Jace's eyes, Jace managed to form a sentence with his voice shaking. 'How did you know where to find him?'
'After the demons managed to separate you, Alec tried his best to kill the demons. However, just as he was about to kill the last demon, another demon sneaked up on him. The demons then attacked him just leaving him alive enough to call me before I tracked him here.' Magnus said robotically without looking up. 'Magnus… i… i love you. I hope… you find it in your heart to forgive me.' Alec said hoarsely before there was a gurgling sound. 'Alec, my Alec…. No please.' Magnus whimpered as he clutched his phone tightly while the other conjuring up a portal. He immediately dialed Alec's phone number, wishing that Alec will pick up the call and tell him that it was a joke. 'Alec! Alec, answer me goddammit.' Magnus screamed into his phone. However, his lover's voice never came out from the speaker only the constant beeping of the ringtone.
Magnus squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the painful memory of those final moments of Alec's life. 'We need to take him back to the Institute.' Jace said shakily. He tightened his hands around Alec's slim waist, heart filled with guilt that he never answered Alec's calls, cursing his stubbornness and hating himself so much. He pressed a kiss on Alec's forehead before lifting up the limp body as he stood. 'I want to bring him there' Magnus said without looking up.
When Magnus entered the Institute and placing Alec's body in the Infirmary, he sat down on a nearby chair. He just sat there, Maryse yell of anguish and pain, Isabelle's uncontrollable sob, Jace silent sobs, Magnus did not see nor heard them. He was lifeless inside.
Throughout the course of the next couple of days, not that Magnus was counting, Alec's family mourned while preparing for his funeral. On the day of his funeral, Alec was cleaned up and dressed in white, his dark hair and runes contrasting sharply. Even in death, he looks so beautiful. Magnus clasped Alec's hands, kissing them softly before placing them together with his Seraph blade on his chest. Alec's bow and arrow were placed beside him. 'It's time' Isabelle came in, her eyes brimming with tears.
Alec's body was placed on a stand so that his loved ones could pay their respects. One by one, loved ones went up and said their eulogies. When it came to Magnus turn, he climbed up to stand beside Alec.
'Many of you here will recognise me as the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Many of you are probably wondering what a downworlder is doing here. Today, I am here not as an ambassador for the Downworlder to express my condolences to the New York Institute. I am here as the lover of Alexander Lightwood. Alexander was the bravest, most loyal and sweetest person that I had ever known. He was the light, the pillar of support to many although he is always hiding in the shadows. Not many have been able to acknowledge his worth. Including me. I had let him slip through my fingers and now he is gone. I will never be able to see his smile. How his face lit up upon seeing his siblings. How he cares so deeply for everyone. All I want to…' For the first time, the place was quiet, the only sound was the sniffing of the audience and the speaker. For the first time, the High Warlock of Brooklyn broke down. 'All I want to … is to see his blue eyes again, to see his smile, to cuddle him and to tell him i love you one last time' Magnus finished softly as tears flowed and make a track on his caramel skin, fist clenching tightly by his sides. Just then, he felt a pair of arms engulfing him in a tight hug. He peered from the corner of his eyes and saw a familiar pair of deep chocolate eyes which was shining with unshed tears and filled with sorrow. He buried his head in Isabelle's neck as his shoulder heaved uncontrollably. Not long later, Clary, Jace and Simon joined in, sharing the same grief while taking comfort that they will have each other to lean on and share this grief.
After Magnus had managed to somewhat gather himself, he untangled himself from his friends embrace and walked towards where his lover was lying. He placed a scarlet vibrant red rose within his lover's pale hands before muttering softly while tears were still streaming down his face, 'Ave Atque Vale, Alexander my love.' At the same time, leaning down and giving Alec a final kiss on his lips before walking back to his seat. At the final moments of the ceremony, when the silent brothers were about to lit Alec's coffin, Magnus looked up and saw that the setting sunlight surrounded Alec which gave him an unearthly glow, making him look like an angel that Magnus always knew he was. On the ground, white lilies bloom around his coffin, before it was all consumed by the bright orange flames that charred everything in its path.