A/N: I am, well, a horrible person. I know this. For some reason I'm in a 'Lets make people cry' mood. Hm. I didn't actually read the fifth book yet, I only know some of what happens, so I don't know if this is possible or not, but here ya go.
The clouds rained blood. It fell from the heavens and drenched every being, shadowhunter and not, in a coppery red. It dried on their skin, pooled onto their armor, filled their mouths. It reached a point where they couldn't tell if it was their blood or not, their wounds did not hurt, only oozed onto any object it could reach.
It wasn't until after the fighting, when the last of Sebastian's army bled out, that the shadowhunters took time to look at their dead. Bodies littered the ground, some lifeless, but most crying out for mercy.
"Kill me," begged a man with only one arm. He reached out for someone to listen.
"Help me," cried a women desperately. She had a gash in her stomach, a wound not many could survive from.
Mothers cradled their children in their arms, stroking tears away from their faces for, most likely, the last time. Husbands and wives embraced each other, clinging onto their love, hoping it'd keep them alive. Friends smiled weakly at their friends, and parabatais weeped brokenly for fallen soldiers.
Alec Lightwood fell slowly to his knees. "You weren't suppose to be here," he sobbed, pushing hair out of the man's face with shaking hands. His palms came back painted in blood, the liquid metallic in the light from the torches. "You were suppose to be at home. You didn't want to be a hero. Why did you have to come and be a hero?"
"I... had to... make sure you... were okay," Magnus answered weakly. Tears rolled down his chin, but he couldn't tell if they were his' or Alec's. His lips pulled into a small smile, and his hand grazed Alec's cheek. "You are."
Alec pulled Magnus' head into his lap, his fingers working his way through the warlocks thick hair. "You'll be fine-"
"I won't," Magnus said, licking blood from his lips. "But that's... alright... I've had a long life... Alec... longer than most... even for my... kind." Magnus gasped, as if the words were painful, like knives cutting through his throat. "Don't cry... I've always hated... when you cried... even if it turned... your eyes so beautiful..." He raised both hands, holding Alec's face. "I'll never be... fully gone... I'll be there... watching you... holding you... loving you... even in death... you'll feel me... every time... the wind... touches... you that's me... caressing you."
The clouds still rained blood, even after the war had stopped.
Alec thought he'd never be clean. He'd always have Magnus' blood on his hands.
But as he left the battle field, Jace walking numbly behind him, Izzy clinging onto Simon, the wind picked his hair up off his shoulders, and it almost felt lovingly.