A/N: This is my first Mortal Instruments fanfic, so please forgive me if I did anything horribly wrong character wise. No real spoilers since I'm still reading City of Fallen Angels. I'm basing this fanfic on the assumption that all of the main characters survive City of Heavenly Fire, and please, if you review (which I really hope you do) don't give me any spoilers.
Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments series and its characters all belong to Cassandra Clare, I'm just borrowing them for a bit.
In the End
It had been a routine mission when Alec had been killed. Just a few demons to take care of, or so they thought. It turned out that there was a rogue warlock controlling the creatures, and Jace, Clary, Alec, and Isabelle became cornered in an abandoned warehouse, surrounded by things straight form the pits of hell. Alec had forced Jace and the others to go on ahead, while he stayed behind to hold off the demons. Every single one of them heard the moment when the demons finally overwhelmed Alec – a short scream and then silence, but for the noises created by the demons. The three remaining Shadowhunters blew up the building to contain the threat.
When they broke the news to Magnus, the three Shadowhunters had expected some sort of reaction. Anger, sadness… anything really. But there was nothing. Not a scream, or a shout, or even a single tear shed. Magnus just seemed… empty.
The funeral was attended by very few, just the Lightwoods, Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, and Magnus. There wasn't even a body to burn.
Magnus himself looked hollow. His cat-like eyes showed no emotion, and despite the tears flowing freely down his face not a sound escaped him. All his usual cheerful flamboyance was gone, but nothing replaced it. He was simply gone.
The Warlock stood at the back of the crowd, not seeming to register any of what was going on around him. After many attempts to draw Magnus out the armor he had constructed the people attending the funeral simply gave up, they were simply too absorbed in their own sorrow to even try to comprehend Magnus's. None of them noticed when he turned and left. No one noticed the flash of blue as something appeared in his hands. But everyone heard the single resounding BANG that echoed around the courtyard. They all rushed out of the ceremony toward the sound, but they knew they were too late.
They all saw Magnus, lying in the street in an ever-expanding pool of red, and they knew. They knew before they realized that the pool of red was indeed blood. They knew before they saw the hole in his temple where the bullet had bunched through. They had all known since the moment that they had told Magnus that Alec was dead.
It was ironic that Alec – the most cautious and careful of all the Lightwoods – was the first to die.
It was ironic that the person Magnus had loved the most had caused his destruction.
The last thought before both of their lives ended had been of each other.
In the end that's all that matters.