For most people bars and drugs were their form of getting away. Robert Lightwood wasn't most people. If he needed to get away he would go on a hunt. He had needed to get away more and more lately. He had stopped caring about anything. He didn't bother shaving, or brushing his hair anymore. The members of the Clave looked down at him at meetings, but it didn't matter to lived alone at the Lightwood manor in Alicante, so it wasn't hard for him to sneak out. Tonight it was a Hydra demon. He should have gone with backup, but lately he didn't want backup. He had already lost everything. What good would being alive do for him at this point?
The Lightwood manor was in the outskirts of Idris. He could easily portal to the French or German border whenever he wanted to fight. Tonight he had chosen the German border. Hydra demons were viscous, but it would be worth it. In the high of battle he could forget everything else. He could almost forget who was beside him. Or in this case who wasn't. It had almost been 20 years since Michael died, and some mornings he would still forget. Sometimes he would turn to tell Michael something and he wasn't there. After Michael's death he had become bitter and terrible. That's what led him here, tonight.
He could smell the Hydra demon, and his Shadowhunter instincts kicked in. He grabbed two seraph blades from his weapons belt. Robert waited in anticipation to scissor one of the demon's heads off. He spotted a demon's eyes in the distance and threw one of his seraph blades, aiming for the demon's heart. He missed, this type of demon must not have a heart he thought. He threw his second seraph blade, aiming for the demon's stomach. He heard a high pitched scream, and smiled. He had succeeded. He felt something grasp and poke into his throat. He looked up to see a demon towering over him. He had used all of his blades killing the other demon. He had thought there to only be one demon, but he had obviously thought wrong. He was going to die. He knew it, and he didn't care anymore. His own children hated him. His wife had left him. His parabatai was dead. He had nothing to live for. He closed his eyes and waited for death to take him.
Then he heard a scream, identical to the one of when he had killed the last demon. The demons grip was loosened then removed from his throat. He opened up his blue eyes to meet brown ones. He had memorized these eyes, and would know them anywhere. "Michael?" he whispered, almost scared that if he spoke that Michael would disappear again.
"It's me. I'll explain it all later," Michael said. Hearing Michael's voice was all the reassuring Robert needed to know that Michael was real. He threw his arms around Michael's neck, and kissed him. Just kissed him, and just like that they were reconnecting. It was just like it had been before the Uprising. It was perfect. He kissed Michael to tell him how much he loved him, and missed him, and needed him. They would have plenty of time later to talk about where Michael had been, and how they could be together, but for now it was just them. And everything was just as it should be.