So I was listening to "Hurts like Hell" by Fleurie and after watching the latest episode of Shadowhunters (bless Matthew Daddario) this little story kind of started writing itself. I really hope you'll like it. Please read & review.

I do not own any of Cassandra Clare's, of course.

"I would do anything for him. He is my brother. I love him more than anything."

Would you kill for him?
"Yes"
Would you die for him?
"Yes"
Are you sure?
"I am"
Say it again.
"I am sure. I am sure I would die for him."
Then die you shall.
Isabelle closed her eyes. She was ready for anything. As long as he'd be safe.

It wasn't until after the demons were all dead that Jace realized something was off. He let his eyes sweep over the dead creatures and then moving on to his family. Clary, Alec.
"Where's Izzy?" Clary looked up and met his eyes. Beside him, Jace felt Alec stiffen.
"What?" The taller parabatai looked around.
"Wasn't she in the basement, securing the back door?", Clary asked hurriedly. Jace nodded.
"She was. Let's go get her." He led the way down the flight of stairs.

She is not here, Shadowhunters.
"Who are you?" Alec readied his bow, feeling his parabatai's steading heartbeat beating in sync with his own.
I am one you need no longer fear, little archer boy.
"What have you done with my sister? Where is she?"
Oh, she went willingly, little archer boy.
"What do you mean 'went'? Where is she?"
Can't you see her, little archer boy? You have to look closely.
Alec heard Clary's cry before being able to register anything else. He spun around. And the world crumbled.

"Izzy? Isabelle? IZZY!" Alec was on his knees, hands on his sister's face. His beautiful sister. She looked so at peace. All he felt was a storm. And it was raging. Raging. Clary was crying beside him, Jace with his arms around her was crying to. Jace never cried. Why were they crying? The storm kept raging inside of him. It numbed everything. Alec turned back to his sister. Everything was spinning. And everything stopped.

"Wake up! Wake up, dammit!" Alec kept shaking her. Or maybe he was just shaking. He didn't know.
"Don't you dare do this to me, Isabelle! Don't you freaking dare! ISABELLE!"

Jace was drowning. He was drowning. His pain and Alec's pain -by the Angel - Alec's pain. It was unbearable. Crushing. Clary embraced him and he held her close, taking in her warmth. But everything was broken. His voice cracked as he reached out to Alec, his hand on the strong shoulder.
"Alec, I-" But nothing mattered.

She did it herself, little archer boy.
Alec did not answer the voice at first. Wasn't sure if it was there or not anymore. Emptiness crept up on him, growing in his chest, his heart, his everything.
"Why would she do something like this?"
Why for you of, course.
"What?"
It was the Sacrifice. The one meant for you, Alexander Lightwood.
"Then why would you kill her? Why would you kill her instead of me?"
Because she asked me to. I was wrong. You were not the right Lightwood.
"What the hell does that mean?", Alec heard Jace ask.
I believed Alexander sacrificing himself for Magnus Bane would be the True Sacrifice. The strongest. I was wrong.
Was it raining? Alec didn't know. Would he ever know? Would he ever feel again? Was it raining?

Alec, Izzy, Max.
Alec, Izzy.
Alec.
Alec.
Alec.
Alec.
She loved you more than life itself, little archer boy. Did you not know?
And his world ended.

Please R&R.
Don't let the Muggles get you down, folks.