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Here we return to the all Alec POV. This chapter is part 2 of the last one.

The next chapter will have to wait a bit, it should bu up on may the 6th. (sorry for the wait!)

I do not own the characters.

Enjoy!

Not even two days after the last events here, I was back to Taki's pub. Sitting at the bar, I was waiting for a certain mysterious someone. Magnus Bane, High warlock of Brooklyn. The man who saved my life. 'Why am I here?' I thought, not for the first time. I decided that I just wanted to thank him for his help. That's it. Nothing else. Why would I even consider the possibility of something else? Jace told me that the guy I'd been flirting with – or at least that's what it looked like – was a warlock. And warlocks – half-demons – didn't meddle well with angels... even if we had fallen. 'I don't know how or why he assumed that I had flirted with him. I hadn't right? Not like I had the time... But would I have?' my treacherous mind asked.

'Why am I here?' I repeated in my head.

When I woke up, I felt tired. My eyelids were heavy, my mind fuzzy and my body just felt too heavy for me. As I fought to open my eyes, flashes of memories came back to me. Golden almond shaped eyes. A girl who wanted more. A shadow going for an innocent. My arrow. Coldness and emptiness. 'Oh right' I remembered.

When I managed to open my eyes, which were dried. My head was pounding under the brightness of the room. Turning, I saw Jace sitting near my bed. His arms on his knee and his face in his hands, I couldn't see his expression. Feeling my throat sore and my body still stiff. I slowly stretched my arms a bit, and tried to reach the glass of water on my bedside table. That simple movement seemed to alert Jace, as he straitened up, his golden eyes directly falling on me.

'' Hey. Let me help'' he said, getting closer. He helped me sit, grabbed the glass and helped me holding it. Afterwards, he asked if I was alright.

'' I feel like I died.'' I answered truthfully.

'' No, but you sure tried. You wouldn't look pitiful right now, I would have smacked your head for doing something that stupid.'' I knew from the relieved smile he gave me that he only half-joked. Though the rest of his body was tense, suggesting there was something else wrong.

'' How long was I out? Did something happened?'' I asked, my eyebrows creased in worry.

'' You've been unconscious for 12 hours now. And, well you remember the spawn right?'' I nodded. '' Clary and Simon witnessed the fight... and after you'd been stabilized, we had to tell them. Stop the lying.'' he said the last part with so much conviction, it's like he was trying to convince himself that it had been the right thing to do.

'' How did they react? How much did you tell?'' I said softly. I had a dreading feeling that it hadn't been all that positive. 'It was foolish to hope so to begin with.'

'' Absolutely everything.'' he whispered.

'' Well hello there.'' said a low husky voice, so near my ear that made me jump out of my mind. So near that I could feel it's owner's hot breath on my neck... '' Deep in thought, I see. Were you thinking of me?'' he added. I could almost hear his smile in that statement.

'My memory didn't do him justice' I thought, when I finally looked his way. He still had his glamour on, - hiding it's Mark – and it made me wonder why. I am sure that he suspected that I knew what he was. Then again, I was also glamoured. Never too careful, I suppose.

'' So tell me, dear, why did you asked me here?'' he enquired. I noticed that I hadn't said a word yet, I was probably looking flustered too. 'Maybe cutting to the chase was his way to make me feel more comfortable and giving me the control of the conversation. Or maybe he was just hurried to return to his business too.'

'' I wanted to t-thank you.'' I said, a bit ashamed that I stumbled onto one word. '' You know, for saving my life...''

'' Oh really? Well, you are welcome.'' he said, sounding confuse. '' If it's all I-''

'' Why didn't you stay?'' I interrupted, not thinking. 'What am I doing?'

'' Pardon me?''

'' Why didn't you stay? Didn't you want to take a drink with me before we got, hum, interrupted?'' I continued, unsure. I watched as his eyes widened and mouth went slightly agape, clearly surprise. Though quickly a grin returned on his face.

'' Ah but you see, rare are those of your kind that directly intervene like you did, and even rarer those who stays here on this earth. I didn't think I would ever see you again. I think the real question here is: why are you still here? Why did you stay?'' Curiosity shone from his eyes, barely concealed. Surely it had been predictable that he would ask, but should I tell him? I nervously cast down my eyes, as I thought about it. Why would I even think about it? He is half-demon. It would be uselessly reckless. Yet I desired to trust him. He helped me without asking anything in return, not even expecting to see me again. Izzy's words resonated in my mind: ''Don't worry about us Alec, we are faring well. Take this second chance and find happiness too, okay?''

'' Not here.'' I said, looking up strangely determined. '' Let's take a walk.''

'' Once, my siblings and I were guardian angels, serving under Raziel's direct commands. It was our job, to watch over humans, to observe and to hint them toward the path that would bring them happiness and personal growth. A fate that ideally wouldn't make them succumb to one of the seven sins, unlike the girl yesterday. Lots and lots of demons are released – unknowingly from them – and ravages the mind of them mundanes. A-As you can see, it's becoming harder and harder. So many of them, so much temptation and so little of us. And one day, there was one angel – Jonathan Shadowhunter was his name – who came up with that crazy idea. He wanted to revolutionize how we worked... No, he wanted more, He wanted to change the view we had on the world.

'' His ideal was quite sensible. It was all based on 'empathy'. Empathy. To put oneself in the place of another. For him, the best way to understand was to meddle more with those we protected, to feel like they do. He said it was alright to involve ourselves in their lives. The secrecy and severity with which we acted wasn't 'good enough' anymore. He also said that... that it was alright to love. The more emotions we explored, the better we could be at 'empathy'. A lot of us secretly agreed to it, but none would say it at loud. But, we acted upon his words.

'' Still, sometimes I wondered... If I felt angry for the injustice of a cause, if I felt l-lust after someone or if I felt the need for more everything, or if I felt like lying to protect someone else... wouldn't that make me a sinner? Yet, I couldn't help it, maybe he was right... Maybe our vision always been too white and black? Maybe?

'' It's always when I looked at Jace, my soul-linked brother in arms, Isabelle, my sister, and Max, my brother, that I knew instinctively that Jonathan Shadowhunter was... right? Yet, even if it made us more efficient – it gave us a goal – it was still against His rules. Jace and Isabelle's love was illegal... Or we thought that Jace's was. Still, we all did something illegal: rebellion by small deceitful acts.

'' That is why we are here. We fell from heaven.'' I finally finished my answer.

We had walk a long way mindlessly, and the whole time he just listened. Even when I went silent – thinking about what I would say – or when I chocked on my words. No questions to interrupt, no fake noise of understanding, no bored look or distractions. He just kept his gaze on me, sometimes his eyes shifting, thinking of something I said, but still steadily on me. It probably his truthful interest that kept me going that long, sharing inner thoughts I never thought I would say to someone – a downworlder even less. When I took notice of where we were, I was mildly surprise to see we were inside a cathedral. We sitting on the first row, facing a huge, colourful and somber at the same time stained glass.

'' When you said that you thought that Jace's love was illegal, you mean he finally discovered Clarissa's true nature?'' he slowly asked. Not the first thing I supposed he would have had asked. Though when thinking about it, he was the one who had suppressed Clary's sight...

'' You what?'' I more sharply than intended asked. Up until now, I had simply listened – without any judgement – as Jace narrated what he told Clary. But I couldn't stay silent when he reached the part where he marked her with the permanent sight rune out of instinct. '' You've put angelic writings on her simply because she could see that demon? You could have gravely injured her Jace!''

'' But she is alright, Alec. And don't you see? It makes her an angel!'' he looked so happy I couldn't stay angry. But then...

'' How did she react?'' I asked, remembering his previous tension. I almost regretted asking when the smile disappeared from his face and his shoulder hunched, as if he carried the weight of the world on them.

'' She said she had something to do and left. Hadn't heard from her since yesterday.''

Silently, I took his hand and applied a pressure, saying nothing. What was there left to say?

'' Yes and hopefully, heaven will not know about this.'' I said, not looking his way. I did not fully believe in my own words. 'What did I hope for recently that has turned out as wished?'.

'' If you are so adamant on not being find by your brethren, why do you risk exposure and hunt demons?'' he continued. Except being on the subject of our presence here, there didn't seem to be any connections in his questions. His train of thoughts was a mystery. 'I hope I am not fooling myself by trusting him.'

'' The lesser demonic activity, the lesser the angelic activity.'' I simply answered still not looking at him. I did not want him to see how vulnerable I was now.

'' Why did you fall?''

Well, wasn't that the only question left? Yet I couldn't tell him... It would break all the lies I made to protect my brother and sister... But from what? Now that we are here. Now that I fell - and that I am falling - my instinct came alive. I turned to face him. The broad daylight, filtered by the stained glass, made him shine with a myriad of colours. Blue and red broke in his gold-green eyes. Diffuse orange and green reflected in his dark hair hair. Incapable to hide from the desire, I hinted him the truth and said:

'' Would you go on a date with me, Magnus?''