Author's Note: Alright, so I just finished COFA last night, and OH MY GOSH! I CANNOT DECIDE WHETHER TO KILL C.C. OR WORSHIP AT HER FEET! AHHH!

WARNING: With that said, there WILL be MAJOR spoilers for COFA in this and later chapters!

Disclaimer: I don't own a copy of any of the books…but I have forced AimlessGirl into letting me borrow COFA for a while long. Purely for creative purposes, of course. Yeah…right… :D


"Running off and putting yourself in danger just because you're angry with me-"

"I'm a Shadowhunter," Alec said. "It's what I do. It's not about you. Next time, fall in love with an insurance adjuster or—"

"Alexander," said Magnus. "There isn't going to be a next time."

-(City of Fallen Angels, page 414)


"The thought of Alec's mortality was always in the back of my mind. Always there. Always fresh."

Magnus sighed, leaning his head against the back of the couch. "I'd known the moment I'd seen Alec I'd been…interested…in him, for lack of a better word, but I never expected us to become anything. But still I chased him.

"The closer we got, the more the thought haunted me. The moment I knew I was in love with him, the realization hit me like a time bomb." Magnus breathed raggedly. "Alexander was going to die. Not in the very immediate future…but far, far too soon… and he would grow older. I would stay the same. Forever."

"After the war with Valentine, we took a vacation, traveled the entire globe. We had the time of our lives, completely in love, just the two of us. Of course, we attracted some…disapproving looks, but no one else mattered to the two of us. We were content to just be with each other."

Magnus cleared his throat, glancing slightly at the photograph on the coffee table. He and Alec were in France. Magnus had pulled Alec into his arms, kissed him, and snapped the picture before the Shadowhunter had even had time to react. To this day, it remained Magnus's favorite picture of the pair.

"But then Maryse—yes, Grandma Maryse—sent me a fire message; Camille-beautiful, vampire-Camille had returned. I'd known her since the 1800's. We'd actually…dated. But now, in the twenty-first century, the Shadowhunters needed information out of her… She had been murdering former Circle members for a higher power than even herself. They needed to know why…and I was the only one she would speak to."

"So of course we came back." Magnus looked to the ceiling. "I felt horrible about cutting the trip short, but what other choice did we have; lives were on the line. So I spoke to Camille...but the interrogation hadn't gone as expected."

"Camille…was lovely, she still is for that matter, and I think she thought that was all that mattered to me; that the person I was with was beautiful. She couldn't have been more wrong…But she did know me very well—she knew my lifestyle very well. She knew how difficult it was to be immortal."

"She asked me how I was going to deal with Alexander's mortality, whether I had even thought or worried about it." The warlock closed his cat eyes for a moment, recalling the heated discussion as if it had only been yesterday, not years ago. His voice was hoarse. "She told me that your father would only be beautiful for a few meaningless years before he began to age, leaving me behind. I told her that I didn't care.

"I loved Alec, and nothing was going to change that." He let a breath out through his lips and his shoulders shook with the effort of holding back sobs. "Then, she said that if I left your father, she and I could be together again. Forever. She said that I'd never have to worry about being alone if I was with her..."

Magnus ran a hand through his black spikes. "I never considered leaving Alec for Camille. I loved—love—Alexander. I would have rather spent a few, precious years with him and then the rest of forever alone than have given him up then."

Magnus chuckled a bit, a grimace on his face. "Alexander had been listening through the door. The thought that I was completely aware of his mortality worried him. He was afraid that I would leave him for someone who could give me forever."

"One day, he asked me…he asked me why I had spent so much time searching for the Book of White. I told him it was a very powerful spell book. Then…then he asked if I was looking for a spell to make him immortal…"

"I told him…" Magnus's voice broke as tears pooled in his eyes. "That I would never, ever, under any circumstances, subject him to what I had to go through. Being immortal was a curse…"


Author's Note: Alright, I blame COFA for this. Not my best work, but not my worst either. I'm still proud of this story though…Does that make me sound vain? :D

Peace, Love, Mark, and Iggy.

Kierstin.