The Mortal Instruments and anything related belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Christian didn't believe in love anymore.

He couldn't. He had believed when his father was alive. But then he died. One day, he was gone.

Christian was a believer in those days. He had seen how his fathers loved each other. It was almost toxic, the way they behaved around each other. Most certainly nauseating at times. Christian loved it. It was always like that in his house. That was the way things were meant to be. And then the day of the hunt arrived.

He saw how his younger father trained every day for a month to make sure he was ready. It was exhausting, Christian knew. Alec hadn't had enough time for Magnus or his children for that month because he wanted to be ready, and it had torn him up inside. But the boy didn't show that he missed his father whenever he wasn't around. He never showed emotion, just like his dead father, Alec. He stayed strong, never giving away how scared he was for his father. And then Alec was gone. On that day, he had gone to raid a nest of baby Greater Demons, left his back open for a split second to make sure Auntie Izzy wasn't killed, and after one strategicly placed swipe of a claw, Alec was killed himself. And his other father, Magnus, was devastated.

So Christian didn't believe in love. He had watch as his fathers' love for each other grew as each day passed, and as a result, Magnus was now dead inside. The warlock was trying to stay strong for his son, Christian could see that. But he wasn't oblivious to the fact that Magnus just wasn't Magnus without Alec.

He had watched as love became a destroyer.

He had watched as love was the emotion controlling everything and everyone in his home. He had watched as love grew stronger every day between all of them. And then he had watched as love destroyed his family. The emotion that was strongest in his heart turned on him as he watched Aunt Izzy come to his house with a tear-stained face and tell Magnus that Alec would not come home, and then saw Magnus' raw grief, even as he tried to play it down. As Magnus became nothing more than a shell, even if his love for his dead husband and his son never weakened. Now love was a destroyer. It had ripped his family apart from the roots, testing their sanity, bringing heartache to both of them in many forms. Alec was dead. Nothing mattered anymore.

All because of love.