Chapter 1 –
Magnus could not focus. Well, not on the task at hand anyway. Instead his thoughts repeatedly drifted to the blue eyed boy whom was the cause of his distracted mentality. He had always expected that the Nephilim would be the end of him, after all they had detested the downworlders for centuries now. Yet he never expected his destruction to be because of his love for one – oh, that blue eyed boy.
"Pull yourself together, Warlock" Magnus muttered to himself, using his magic to replace his glorious outfit with silk pyjamas. It was now his vulnerability glistened, without his makeup and glitter he appeared somewhat ordinary. Alec Lightwood, on the other hand, was the opposite of ordinary.
"Damn you, Bane" Magnus once again began murmuring to himself in a bid to drift his thoughts away from his favorite shadow hunter. The boy is speaking his wedding vows tomorrow, to a woman I might add in hope of restoring his "apparent " family honor; Magnus found this quite amusing considering the family and its decedents conformed of ex circle members and worms. However, he reminded himself it was not his place to pry. The Lightwoods have never had a liking for downworlders and even if they did the boy was consistently denying his sexuality whilst secretly crushing upon his blond, narcissistic parabati. No chance in hell was anything going to happen between the pair. Which of course saying the situation was extremely disappointing was a complete understatement.
It was the apartment buzzer that drew Magnus out of his whirlwind of thoughts, the Warlock smirked to himself knowing that this would at least be entertaining.
"WHO DARES TO CALL UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK OF BROOKLYN AT SUCH DESPICABLE HOURS?!" Magnus sniggered knowing only somebody who desperately needed his expertise would remain after hearing his booming warlock voice. The silence drew out leading Magnus to believe his little visitor had scurried away into the night, he sighed and began making his way back to his luxurious sofa when the angelic voice beckoned him.
"Err it's me" the voice anxiously stuttered through the intercom, Magnus immediately recognized his visitor.
"Err it's me, how very informative" he replied sarcastically, almost tasting the bitter venom in his mouth.
"Lightwood Alec, err I mean Alec Lightwood" Magnus's restraint buckled as he practically heard Alec's cheeks swiftly turn a vibrant rose.
"Ah Alexander, to what do I owe the pleasure?" his voice soothed almost as if it wanted to lure Alec further towards him.
"Can I come in?" Magnus swirled his fingertips forcing the door to swing open as he retreated back to his sofa lifting his feet on to the table in front of him. He waited impatiently as he heard the shadowhunter clatter up the stairs until he practically fell through the door, his cheeks pinking in embarrassment.
"If this is to help those petty friends of yours, I have no interest." He stated clearly, he had grown tired of these shadowhunters demanding his assistance free of charge due to his affections for Alec. Well, not anymore. He owed them nothing, in fact he was pretty sure they were the ones who owed him.
"No, no it's not that. I just wanted to see you."