They were in a warehouse, Magnus guessed. It seemed to be storing a whole bunch of computers, but the pictures on the boxes were super-old. They just were sitting around, collecting dust. Of all the places his father could've hung out, Magnus wouldn't have guessed a computer warehouse.

"A demon hangs out here?" Alec asked. "I've fought demons all over New York City, but I never thought that I'd fight a demon in an abandoned warehouse."

"Yeah, it didn't seem like the most likely place," Magnus said. "But I think he chose this place because it's big. Do you have a weapon or something I can borrow?"

"No," Alec said. "All I have are seraph blades. But you have your magic. Oh, right."

"I don't care," Magnus responded. "Look, if no one can find Asmodeus using his magic here, I'm going to be fine. And, even if I get imprisoned for life, I'm glad I got to be close to you."

Alec smiled. "I know. I liked that, too." He slid his arms around Magnus's waist, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Alec! We're going into battle."

"Yes . . . but I wish we'd more intimate back at in the Institute. Then we could have just laid there and enjoyed the warmth of each other."

Magnus wished that too. But the only way to have more moments like that, more time making love, they needed to kills Magnus's father.

"Just let me kiss you before we fight anything," Magnus said. Magnus turned around and kissed Alec full on the mouth, pulling him closer by his leather jacket. It was only supposed to be a quick kiss, but soon they were pulling at each other's clothes. Alec moaned into Magnus's mouth, gently slipping his tongue inside.

They were still kissing when Magnus heard footsteps approaching, still kissing when someone clearing their throat behind them. And they only stopped kissing when a rough pair of hands pushed them apart.

"What the hell?" Alec asked, turning his head and gasping. Magnus turned his head, and stared into cat's eyes just like his.

It was his father. His father, with his sharp teeth and-was that a pinstripe suit? God, his father had some horrible fashion style! He could at least try something more in fashion.

"You couldn't resist, could you?" Asmodeus said.

"That's what you have to say?" Magnus asked. "After hundreds of years of not seeing you, that's what you have to say?"

"You don't count that vision?" Magnus's father asked.

"No. Because I was having a 'moment' with my boyfriend, and you had to interrupt!"

"Having sex with him will only bring misery."

Magnus just stared at his father for a moment, not knowing what to say. Every single time he thought of making love to Alec, even that wet dream, it wasn't ending in misery. It was amazing and life-changing. Magnus didn't care if Alec was a Shadowhunter, and Alec didn't care if Magnus was a warlock. All he knew was that he loved Alec.

"I don't understand," Alec said. "We love each other. How could us sharing our love in the most intimate way we can imagine lead only to misery?"

"Because my son, one of the most powerful warlocks to ever exist on Earth. And you're going to throw all that away, the future you could have had, just to fuck some Shadowhunter. He's supposed to hate you!"

"If you're going to look me in the eye, call me by my name!" Alec yelled. He stepped forward, swinging his seraph blade. Suddenly, Asmodeus vanished, leaving black scorch marks on the ground.

"Well, that was weird," Magnus pointed out.

"He's not done yet," Alec said. "If I know demons, something else is going to happen."

"What's that noise?"

Alec turned his head around, and there was a bomb or something laying on one of the computer boxes. "What the hell is that?" he asked.

"I know that," Magnus said. "It's a magical device that kills anything that doesn't have demon blood. Alexander, you have to get out of here right now! I'll stay and deal with my father!"

"No, I don't want to leave you alone!" Alec shouted.

"Alec, you have to go back! You can't die. Alexander Gideon Lightwood, I love you." Magnus leaned in and kissed Alec, as quick as he could. "Good-bye. I'll try and make it back to you."

Alec ran. He didn't want to die today, but he didn't want to leave Magnus behind. It was a doubled-edged sword forged in the fires of Hell. Alec didn't know how Magnus was going to deal with Asmodeus, but he was going to. All he knew was that he was worried for Magnus.

Once he made it to the door, he slammed it behind him. Brother Zachariah moved closer to him, but he wasn't going to take the Silent Brother's advice.

"Don't talk to me," Alec warned. "Just . . . if you see Magnus come out that door, call the NYC Institute, okay? For now, just leave me alone."

He ran out of the City, to another City. New York. And right now, all he wanted was to forget what just happened. Honestly, Alec thought he'd lost Magnus all over again. He could handle it one time, but not again. Not now, when by the looks of it, Magnus was going to die.

Alec called a taxi, and it was the same taxi that had taken him and Magnus there. Did he need that memory? No. He needed to go to a place that would take away his memories, just for a little while.

"I'm not the blonde guy who yells at you; I'm just his friend with a grudge," Alec explained when he got into the taxi. But what shocked himself more was the locations he said he wanted to go to.

The Hunter's Moon.

It was a bar Jace had gone to once to yell at some werewolves when he got really angry, but other than that, Alec didn't know that much about it. All he knew was that it was a place to drink, a place to forget.

Alec had never thought he would turn to alcohol to erase his feelings. That was more of a Jace thing to do. But somehow, staying good-bye to Magnus, thinking he had lost him again, he didn't care.