Chapter 1
Alec had been forced to marry, and it had to be a good and powerful name he had to become married into. Lydia Barnwell had been his choice. Nevertheless, in the last encounter with Valentin, Alec' fiancé had been brutally murdered, trying to protect his parabatai Jace. The encounter had been a rescue mission to get Jace back after he foolishly had gone after Valentin alone to kill him.
Jace had laid out cold in a hospital bed when they found him. In some sort of comatose state.
Lydia had gone to fetch Izzy, Simon and Clary, but she hadn't made it out of the door before she was run through by a Seraph-blade. The weapon of a shadowhunter. She hadn't died instantly, but the wound had been lethal.
It had been Valentin, standing with the blade. The rest of the fight with Valentin and his minions was blurry to Alec. The only thing he remembered clearly, was that he had put 3 arrows into Valentin before Clary had cut him down. There had been too many enemies so they had taken Jace and fled. None of the girls had gotten more than a small scratches defending themselves and clearing the way for Alec with an unconcise Jace slung over his shoulder.
It had been Simon that started helping Lydia along, but it had been fast before the blood gotten to him, so he and Clary switched without a word, so Simon could use his supernatural vampire speed to good use by striking back at the enemy.
Alec couldn't help his parabatai and the girl he had agreed to marry for the sake of politics. And of course he chose his best friend and brother over the girl he barely knew. Lydia had died on Clary arm as she dragged the wounded girl along.
Alec had cried for her, because even if they hadn't known one another very long, they had come to an understanding to take over the institute together as partners. Her death rattled all Alec' plans for his future and his family. Witch lead to this moment.
He didn't know who the bride was, just that it was his mother that had arranged it all, from the bride to the ceremony, to the back tux he was now in. He was standing at the alter waiting for the girl he would spend the rest of his life with. The thought made him want to gag. Because Alec Lightwood could never be a reale husband to the wife he was about to get. Alec was gay, even if it hurt to admit, which was why he objected to assist in planning the one event that would end his life. He would rather had a knife thrusted in his heart than marry without love, or at least a mutual agreement of expectations.
The agreement with Lydia had always just been political, he had even told her he had no interest in what a married life would bring. She had agreed, lead with one's head, not heart.
The worst part was that he didn't know what this girl, that was standing on the other side of the church door expected out of this marriage. Love? A partnership? A family? He shuddered at the thought. He had to make this work, for the sake of his family.
The music started and the door opened, Alec didn't dare look at his future wife in the eyes. Her dress was flawless and the withe vale covered her face witch made hard to see who the lucky girl was. The only thing that seamed familiar was the red tips of hair sticking out beneath the vale.
Alec tried to block out the ceremony, by thinking on Magnus. Oh Magnus Bane, even though he was flamboyant and outstandingly different he couldn't stop finding the warlock attractive. He really was the bane of Alec' life. The way Magnus made him feel was like a slow fire had been set in his chest. Burning long and hot, it had taken him by surprise that it suddenly was there, it had started it self so slowly that he didn't noticed it before it was burning hot like at forest fire, eating everything in its path.
He had secretly dreamed about the teasing and the having drinks would have become more. He had to be able to let go of all of his fear and self-doubt, just to be who he is.
That is why he admired Magnus strong flamboyant style.
Alec was gonna miss the way Magnus made him feel special. Magnus had tried to convince Alec to let his heart choose him, to be happy. After Alec had announced his marriage to Lydia, Magnus had one last time tried it to win him over, but Alec had to keep up apheresis. Alec still wanted Magnus, even standing her by the alter.
Alec didn't pay attention as he said his wows or as he was branded with the marriage rune. He first woke from his alternative universe, were his difference could be accepted when his dad, that was standing behind him had said: '... And now you may kiss the bride.'
And lifting the vail, his eyes popped a bit, because his new wife was his parabatais girlfriend.
Clary was now his wife!? For the Angel. How could it happen? Jace was so gonna kill him for this!
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The world was falling apart for Clary, really falling apart. Her best friend had become a vampire, she is, no past tense, she had been dating her brother, her mother was dead, killed by her father. Not directly, but her death was still Valentine fault.
She had in a moment of weakness taken revenge of her mothers death by killing her murderer aka Valentin aka her father. Stabbing him in the back, the look on his face had been priceless, nearly comical when he saw who had done the strapping.
She still couldn't sleep at night because she had become a monster in her own eyes. She had done the exact same thing that Valentin had done, killed a family member. The worst of all, she had been praised for it. Congratulated on ridding the world of that evil, but in truth she felt nothing more than a killer. She had been furious at the time, she had wanted to kill him so she did in the pretends of saving her friends, but she really just wanted revenge, not justice, not to get even, just plain old infuriating revenge.
But it didn't stop there, nope. Now she was marring a gay man that was in love with the brother she had dated. Complicated much? Why you properly ask? Well she couldn't let the love of her life's best friend, his parabatai, get stuck in a marriage were he would have to hide from the closed person to him.
But why marry Alec, why not just get Jace to find a way around the Lightwood parents? Well Jace was still in a comatose state. No runes had helped, no of Magnus' spell or potions had worked. Jace had been taken to a mundane hospital to be checked out. The doctors had been puzzle, because they couldn't find anything. Therefore, the only thing to do was to wait until he woke up by himself.
Now, Jaces room had been turned into something that looked like a cross between a OCD punk/rock teanageroom and at hospital ward.
Clary had basically lived in the chair beside Jace for a month before Izzy had stormed in crying about her family was falling apart. One brother in a coma, the other forced to marry, ex circle member parents, the clave moving against her parents in a power play of politics and bloodlines.
Izzy and Clary had cried a little together huddled up together for awhile before she had to go deal with the World again. Izzy thanked Clary before taking her cold and collected mask back on.
What would Jace have done? He would had sacrificed himself for Clary and all the ones she loved, which he had done more than once already and doing that he had dragged Alec along with him. It was Clarys fault that Alec was in the mess he was in the first place. Therefore, she decided she would get him out of this shit-storm again.
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Maryse had been trying to avoid marring her children of for so long, but the claves politics was pushing her. She knew her daughter would be suffocated in arrangement like that. Isabelle was a delicate creature, much like a cat. Fierce, strong and untamable. She had the potential of being an exceptional shadowhunter, a natural leader and a good strong player of politics. But as Maryse saw it se needed time to become more independent and grow. Maryse not only had to think about the institute, her children was also a main priory even it didn't always look like it. The only one she had deemed ready to fulfill this task was Alec. He would adapted to the new life.
So she had understood that and had been political happy of his engagement to Lydia Barnwell. Even if she had disliked the girl from first sight.
But now the girl was dead and she had to find another girl to take her place. Another to force upon her little baby boy.
She let her head sink into her hands; she was ready to start crying. But she picked herself up and started looking through potential bloodlines with respectable names and single daughters. It wouldn't do not to be level headed trying to find the person her son would spend a life with.
Suddenly the double door to the study was being slammed open and a fierce red head came marching in demanding that she was the one that Alec should be married of to.
Maryse was about to have a heart attack, how could this stupid little girl think that it would help the Lightwood family in the eyes of the clave if Alec were to marry Valentin's daughter?!
But she was a Fairchild, a good strong lineages of shadowhunters had come from that line. Maryse would never have considered it before Clary had blackmailed her into it, by basically buying her son, Alexander Lightwood, with the Mortal Cup.
Maryse was about to throw-up, she really was a bad parent; she had sold her son in marriage, sold her little boy. Nevertheless, as the head of the institute the offer had been too great to let pass.
And in a few years they wouldn't remember Clary as Valentin Morgenstern circle leaders daughter, but Clarissa Lightwood the banisher of Lucifer in the man called Valentin Morgenstern.
Hopefully.
Maryse hated the red head more than she ever disliked Lydia. Nevertheless, she was feace and strong, a treat to Maryse power as the Leader of the institute. She had to admire the girl for her guts, and maybe this way she would be able to rain a small sense of control over the disobedient girl.
"Give me the cup"
"I don't trust you, so you wouldn't even get to see it before the day of the wedding"
"Fine, but I expect that a prenuptial agreement, so this arrangement ends with at least two children" that last part had Clary going white, Maryse hoped to scare her of.
"Fine, but I get to decide where we live and the children will have to wait" Clary was tough to make deals with.
"But no longer than 10 years and then you must at least be pregnant with number 2"
"I want to pick out my own dress, at the wedding and all else you will take care of"
"Fine"
"Then we have a Deal"
"Good, then I will set up the paper work so it is ready to sigh before the planning gets started"
As Clary left in a dramatic way, Maryse sight and wondered what have I done?
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Magnus knew that feeling glad that someone was dead, was very bad. But he had secretly made a small Dance of joy when he heard that Lydia was dead, only in his head of cause. He weren't that cold hearted a basted, to publicity be happy for a shadowhunters death unless he wanted to following her to the other side. I would be suicide.
Now his plans of getting his fingers in Alec could continue as if nothing had happened. He already had it all planed out. Why you properly ask? Even though Magnus' heart had been teared from his chest when he got the news about Alec and Lydia, had continued to dream about those blue eyes and how the unlocked something in him that hadn't been felt in over millenniums.
Magnus simply wasn't just in lust, he has even more than just simply in love. It was as if Alexander was the missing piece to a puzzle he didn't knew that was missing.