Ch. 8

"Leave I'm not worth your life."

The words sank into Alec like a knife. He felt like gravity was pushing him down and a darkness was closing in on him.

"No, Magnus, NO! I'm not leaving you!"

Magnus' cat eyes gleamed, with a fire, "Yes, you will. You will leave and not come back for me!"

Alec struggled more against the arms that held him back. Tears threatened to slip down his face.

Of course Magus didn't like him back. Alec was a clumsy, weird shadowhunter. While Magnus was a self-confident warlock, who had been through many relationships before. Alec's brain clicked, That's it! Magnus was just playing Alec to get closer to the New York Institute. Of course.

Alec's eyes slanted with anger. The tears that had been there a moment ago were gone and a fire erupted within him. Why was he going to cry over a downworlder who never liked him back?

He stopped struggling and felt a low growl bubble in his throat. Alec looked right into Magnus' eyes and for the first time he didn't care how beautiful they were. He didn't care about what Magnus looked like shirtless. Alec didn't care about what Magnus had said to him about "loving" him.

"You worthless piece of shit! After all I've done to free you," his voice was deep and cut through Magnus like a knife, "You tell me this now! Filthy disgusting downworlder, how dare you mess with your superior. Everyone was right about you! I wish I had never met you!, "Magnus could have sworn that Alec's eyes looked like the color of ice, a light blue, "I wish you were DEAD!"

Magnus felt like a thousand knives had stabbed him, he tried to speak but no words came out. He felt his eyes change back and the hair on the back of his neck rising.

How could Alexander say all those things?

Alec broke free of the two other shadowhunters grasp, ad for a moment if looked like he was going to run up and hit Magnus.

Alec mumbled something so low, he doubted anyone could hear him. But Magnus heard t, he had heard it many times before, I hate you.

Alec turned away from Magnus, politely nodded to the Inquisitor and walked out of the doors of the Infirmary, hsi footsteps slowly fading away.

Magnus felt tears threaten his eyes and he realized that he was clutching the sheets so hard, his knuckles turned white. I fucked up. I really fucked up.

Magnus pulled his knees up to his chest can rocked himself back and forth, back and forth. A laugh echoed through the room and Magnus remembered, he was not alone. He turned to his right and sae the Inquisitor smile down upon him.

"Love of your life, huh?" she laughed again, her chest heaving, "I would definitely call that love!"

Magnus couldn't help it. His eyes unglamourous and a snarl rose up in his throat.

"Now, now warlock. Don't want to put you to sleep again, now would we?" She said smiling.

He had enough. Standing up, Magnus felt the power in his hands and in a loud authoritative voice he said, " How dare you threaten the High Warlock of Brooklyn! You shadowhunters are only at the top because there are so many of you. We downworlders have so much more power than you nephilim ever will." He started to advance towards the Inquisitor. She snapper her fingers and Magnus heard a small click behind him.

He turned around, snapping his fingers and a protective shield rose around him. A few darts hit the shield with a thump and fell to the ground. Magnus cracked his neck, waving his fingers which made the shield transparent. He smiled at the shocked faces of the shadowhunters in the room. Of course they have never really faced off with a High Warlock!

He turned back to the Inquisitor, "You cannot defeat me. You could never rise up against me. Do you know who I am? I am Magnus Bane, son of Asmodeus, one of the nine princes of Hell! How dare you raise a hand against me!" Magnus smirked, he felt wonderful.

The Inquisitor's eyes widened, "The son of a prince of hell. How?" She pulled out a dagger from her blet, the tip deadly sharp and it glistened in the light.

Magnus stepped closer, itching more and more towards the Inquisitor. Imogen backed up until her back hit one of the pillars. HEr arms were tight and her legs were shaking as Magnus got closer and closer. The dagger was raised in front of her, the runes of the Angle inscribed on it. They seemed to jump out at him.

A laugh erupted from his throat, his chest shuddering and he cracked his neck. The anger within him feeling like it was going to boil. " A simple dagger? Why not call reinforcements shadowhunter? Why not have them do the dirty work for you?"

That had pushed a button for the Inquisitor. She threw the dagger with skull, and if Manus had not had the ward up around him, the dagger would have pierced him right between the eyes. But instead it just bounced harmlessly to the floor.

"You wouldn't dare touch me! You would be putting your own kind, even Alexander in danger!" She yelled, her eyes widening as he still came closer.

Magnus was now right in front of Imogen's shaking body. Her back was pressed against the wall, her arms wildly trying to block him, and her eyes widened in terror.

A scuffle of feet and the sound of a door closing, signaled to Magnus that the other two shadowhunters in the room had run out of the room.

He smiled, "I don't care about Alexander. You shadowhunters are so full of yourself." Magnus clasped his hand around Imogen's neck, squeezing it as he lifted her off the ground, "Not everything is about you and not everything revolves around you." Her choking and struggling as she tried to tear his hands from her throat, made it just even more enjoyable.

Imogen was wheezing and her nails dug into MAgnus' hands. " W-we do it-ti t-to pro-protect y-you."

Magnus squeezed her throat tighter, almost cutting off her air supply, " Protect us from what? DEMONS! I am half demon, you can't protect me from that!"

"M-Ma-Magnus pl-please!" Imogen's eyes were watering, " I-I never me-meant for th-this to happen."

Magnus' smile dropped, "I've hear that countless times before. I just don't care anymore."

Magnus conjured a dagger, its tip deadly sharp, "See you in Edom." He stabbed Imogen right in her heart, with enough force that the blade stuck her to the wall behind her. Blood oozed from the cut, running in what seemed like rivers that would never end. Imogen's mouth was open in a silent scream. Her eyes glazed over in a lifeless stare, and her body slumped against the wall.

Good my son, good! See how good that felt, see how much easier it is if you just kill them!

Pain erupted in Magnus' skull, his head felt like it was on fire. What did I just do? He shakingly looked at his blood covered hands and he hoped that he was dreaming.

You're free my son! Come to me!

The voice echoed, beckoning him to come home. Edom. Magnus felt safe within the deep voice that seemed to echo throughout the walls.

Magnus said, "What did you make me do?"

I made you do something that was long overdue! You are so much more powerful that those stupid nephilim! Come join me in your home!

Magnus felt like his head was being torn apart. He clutched it, sinking to the ground, "Alexander…" He whispered, "Please help-help me."

Asmodeus laughed and Magnus cringed, Alexander has left. He could never love a monster like you!