Warning: Character Death and Gore.

"I can't believe we had to follow this stupid demon into here." Magnus complained.

"It'll be quick, it's just one." Alec assured him, taking out his seraph blade. They were in an empty construction site, waiting for Isabelle, Jace, Simon, and Clary to come just in case. Alec was highly skeptical that they actually needed to backup, but one never knew.

"I don't know, I'm getting a bad feeling about this." Magnus squeezed Alec's hand.

"Listen to the Shadowhunter that survived to be twenty years old." He sighed. "Even if there's a nest, then we have four people as backup."

"They're not here yet, Alexander. I can feel death coming." Magnus actually sounded… scared? This sparked fear in Alec as well.

"Death? We need to go." He turned to leave and was met with, oh, just a hundred pairs of eyes.

"Get behind me," Magnus shouted, fingers ablaze with flames. Alec, who for some strange reason, felt fear unlike any other fear before. They were going to die.


Only half a mile away, Jace was inexplicably yelling at them to hurry, eyes wide with fear. Simon floored the gas and skidded to a stop before hitting the fence. The four of them scaled it as fast as they could. They were unprepared for what met their eyes.

One hundred demons. Alec and Magnus had climbed onto a stack of cars to try and escape any more battering, and were bleeding profusely from several wounds. Jace threw himself at the pack of demons, a whirlwind of destruction. Clary drew a rune on herself to attack without worrying about any counterattacks. Izzy's whip flashed in all directions, and Simon sent volley after volley of arrows.

Alec passed out from blood loss, his body wedging between two cars. Magnus turned to pull him out when the imminent death came to pass. One of the demons had completely gutted Magnus when his back was turned, and even Jace saw horror that he'd never seen before as the warlock, who had lived hundreds of years, fell to his knees, organs nearly spilling out of the wound. Clary screamed, unable to look away. The last sparks of magic before Magnus's life ended were used to try and heal Alec, not himself. Turning gray, his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed, dead.

"No!" Izzy screeched, slicing apart the demon who had done the act with indescribable hatred. Simon raced over to Alec and nearly vomited. When Alec had fallen between the cars, a shard of glass had punctured his back, impaling him.

Jace couldn't breathe. The parabatai bond that they shared for so long had vanished, leaving an empty feeling in his chest. They all simply cried silently, staring at the bodies of their brother and friend in utter disbelief. It had just been a routine mission.

After a few hours, Maryse and Robert went to find them. When they saw Alec, Maryse let out a terrible noise, a wail of anguish as she cradled Alec's lifeless body in her arms. Robert turned white, and then the tears came.

Simon was able to seal off his emotions long enough to phone Tessa Gray, asking that she bring the Silent Brothers. The night passed in a blur of pain and grief, and in the morning, it was decided that the bodies would be burned together, even though Magnus was a warlock, because their love struck a chord that even the Clave couldn't ignore.

And so their gravestones were put beside each other, and Alec's remains were used to add to the Silent City, AKA the City of Bones.


Time passed, and Jace always kept a place in his heart for his parabatai and brother. Clary was left with the lasting guilt, and the sight of so much blood and guts scarred her mind for several months in the aftermath. Isabelle had to learn to be an only child, and Maryse and Robert were be overprotective of her for the rest of her life. Simon was left to pick up the pieces. They all missed Magnus's sparkles and mocking grins, and the way that he looked at Alec, which made everyone feel like there was always going to be love in the world. They missed Alec's laugh and the way he always put others before himself. There was so much to miss that it was almost impossible to move on.

Jace always insisted that Alec wasn't truly gone, even after eighteen years had passed. Everyone thought that he had lost a bit of his mind in the pain of losing one whose soul he was bonded to, but he turned out to be right, in a way.


A/N: Well that was probably depressing. Don't worry, things get better. This is more of a side project type thing for me, but if people actually like this then I will update more often. If you like Malec, then you can check out my other TMI fic, Lost and Found, if you haven't already *cue shameless self advertising jingle*. Tell me what you think, and stay awesome, guys. ;)