A/N: I do not own the characters, really wish i did though lol. Anywho Enjoy~
Chapter 9:
"So let me get this straight. You want to summon a demon. But not just any demon, a demon, who is your fiance's ex," Jace stated watching Alec set up the pentagram.
The two shadowhunters were in an abandoned subway station a little ways outside of the city on a supposed demon hunt training.
"Yes," Alec answered finishing and standing up wiping his hands on his jeans. He walked over to the summoning book that was lying on a small bench. It was a pretty basic one Magnus kept on the book case just because. 'Demon Summoning for Dummies' he called it when he showed it to Alec.
"Well alright. Just making sure we're on the same page," the blond shrugged and walked over. "What do you need me to do?"
"Could you get the candles set up? They're in the bag," Alec told him.
"Wouldn't it just be easier to call the demon by name? I mean, you know his name right?" Jace asked setting up the candles in the designated places.
"If we summon him then he's under our control, it's safer than just calling him by name, at least...that's what Magnus says," Alec tried to explain.
"Well this has no chance of going horrible wrong," Jace rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Seriously though, why didn't you tell Magnus about this?"
"Every time I broach the subject with him, he just completely shuts down and blocks me out...he'll just go into the bedroom then come out hours later fresh a daisy and back to his old self...If I want answers I have to get them myself," Alec sighed. "If I could tell him I would but he would just, and I'm not kidding when I say this, he would forbid me and probably hold off sex."
"Seriously? Harsh."
Alec shrugged. "You really don't have to help me if you don't want to. I can do this on my own," he added just in case.
That was a partial truth. Alec had seen Magnus summon plenty of demons, and he'd even been taught the basics, but he'd never tried summoning one of his own. Well there's a first for everything, he thought.
"Nah, I'll stay, you might screw up and I'll have to save your ass," the blond teased.
"Yeah, sure," Alec rolled his eyes and read over the short section nodding when he understood what to do and took a deep breath.
Jace leaned against the wall of the subway and watched as Alec began to summon the demon, smoke rising from the ground making the tunnel smell like sulfur and fruit. He coughed a bit and waved his hand in front of his face as the smoke got thicker before clearing.
"Who dares disturb me? I was just about to take a bubble bath."
The two looked at the figure standing in the center of the pentragram. He was taller than both of them wearing a long red robe with black fringe. He looked perfectly human save for his claw like hands, almost serpent like eyes and the horns jetting out from his head.
Alec cleared his throat. "I do," he tried to make his voice stronger.
"And who might you be?" The demon leaned closer looking him over.
"Alexander Lightwood."
"Ahhhhhhhhh so you're the young shadowhunter. I've heard so much about you," the demon smiled wide showing his jagged teeth.
"What about me?" Jace asked walking over. "Jace Herolde?"
"You not so much," the demon answered.
The blond huffed a bit.
"An abandoned subway? How cloak and dagger I must say," the demon inspected his surroundings. "But then again, you don't want to be figured out do you?"
"No, that's kinda the whole point of cloak and dagger," Alec pointed out.
The demon rolled his eyes and looked at his nails in a way that made Alec think of Magnus.
"Do you know who I am?"
"I know your name but that's about it," Alec shrugged.
"I am Rosoth. One of the last remaining fire demons ever to grace this earth. I can burn cities to the ground with a flick of my wrist, make your blood boil with a single glance. I am one of the strongest there ever was."
"For someone like that you sure are a lesser known," Jace pointed out. "I mean, I've never even heard of you til now."
"That's because no ones been able to live to tell the tale," The demon smirked fixing his robe as it started to hang low on his shoulders. "Now that we've gotten the introductions out of the way, let's get to the good part. Why you've summoned me. But before you begin might I try and guess?"
"Sure?" Alec nodded a little unsure.
"Let me see," Rosoth tapped his nails to his chin in thought as he laced the small circle. "It has to do with Magnus. Why else would you summon me. Would it happen to be because everytime you mention me to him he avoids the question?"
"How did you know?" Alec asked.
"I've been spying on you," The demon shrugged not seeming the least bit guilty at the action. " I get so bored down in hell. Imagine my surprise to hear that not only is Magnus in my domain but he's shacking up with a shadowhunter no less and they're expecting a bouncing little bundle of joy."
"Is that sarcasm?" Jace asked.
"No. It's genuine surprise," the demon answered. "I was really surprised that Magnus dated another mortal. After Etta I assumed he learned his lesson."
This was going towards a path Alec didn't want to go down.
"So why does he not want to talk about you?" Alec asked trying to steer the conversation back on track.
The demon sat down on the floor stretching out a bit, his hands leaving scorch marks on the cement as he leaned back.
"It's a very long story," He answered.
"How about the highlights then," Alec replied.
"Well, the main highlight is I was a complete and utter jackass to him. I was a downright demon." He laughed at his own joke. "I tried to kill him."
"He's immortal..." Alec frowned. "How could you have killed him?"
"When he was carrying our child he grew weak because he couldn't handle the strain the child was putting on his body. He essentially became a mundane and I took advantage of it. I don't regret it...and he never forgave me. I took the one thing he loved more than anything and that caused the final crack in the thin ice we were treading on. Our relationship grew strained and we became cruel and hurtful to each other. He wouldn't let me touch him, he still doesn't...I've wanted to apologize, I have apologized but he won't listen..." Rosoth sighed and looked at Alec. Blood tears were running down his cheeks burning the flesh in their wake. "I know you probably don't believe me, and i understand, but i want you to know that i will do everything in my power to make sure your child lives."
"Why wouldn't it?" Alec asked. "From what you're telling me, there have been many successful pregnancies among your kind."
"He becomes vulnerable," Rosoth answered wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his robe. "Like most half demons, it becomes suppressed half way through and he becomes mundane more or less. Most of the time he has to stay in bed or else he tires himself out to fast. The shadowhunters have somehow discovered this information and they're using it to their advantage. Kill Magnus and his unborn child and his father's legacy will die with it."
"But his father has many offspring," Alec pointed out.
"None are as strong as Magnus," Rosoth reminded him. "He, and your offspring are a threat to all shadowhunters. Then again, you're a nephilim, your child has a chance of being a simple warlock, or even human, if it survives."
"And you think you can help keep the baby alive?" Alec asked.
"I have contacts on the inside, my own personal spies," the demon answered. "He deserves to have this Alec. This could be my one chance to make up for everything, even if he doesn't forgive, knowing that he's happy is enough for me. You have my sworn word that i will bring you no harm."
"How do i know you're not lying?" Jace asked.
"He's not," Alec answered. "He really wants to help."
The demon nodded. "If ever you need me, all you have to do is say my name."
"i...i will think about it,' Alec told him.
The disappeared with the smoke as the candles were put out, the pentagram washed away as they threw water on it and they cleaned up in silence.
Magnus wasn't home when Alec got back. Just as well, he couldn't face him after everything he learned. The warlock would see the look and Alec would confess everything. He took a long shower throwing his clothes in the bottom of the hamper and busied himself with a magazine to clear his mind.
