EDITED 5/30/2020
TRIGGER WARNING FOR MENTIONS OF SUICIDE ATTEMPTS
It was a little over a week later, after Azrael and the attack on Alicante and adopting Max when it happened.
Alec had been fine, there had been no reason to worry, he hadn't been depressed in fact, he'd been happier then he had ever been.
That's why Magnus was so surprised when Alec had woken up in a bad mood that morning. Alec had grumbled and refused to cuddle after waking up and cursed when Max had started to cry from the nursery next door. All in all, Alec had been acting very out of character and Magnus was concerned.
He wasn't the only one that was worried about Alec either. Magnus' three eldest children had all come to him and asked what was wrong with their father. Jem, Wesley and Tessa had also asked Alec if he was alright, and when he snapped at them, they had come to Magnus.
Magnus was at a loss, he had no idea what could possibly be wrong with his husband. After going upstairs to try and discern the issue and getting snapped at, Magnus had gone back downstairs and tried to give Alec some time alone to decompress.
It hurt Magnus that he was unable to help Alec, but he also understood that sometimes people just had bad days and they needed some time by themselves to relax. He gave Alec an hour and a half before going back upstairs and into their room.
Alec wasn't there. Magnus set his drink down on the end table and turned around to see water coming out from under the adjoining bathroom door. Magnus blinked and stared down at the water as it started to spill out onto the hardwood floor of their room. He went forward to the door and knocked on it loudly.
"Alexander?" He called. "Alexander! Open the door! Open it now!"
There was no response from inside and Magnus felt his heart drop. He let his magic flow from his fingertips and the door opened immediately. He rushed inside and nearly slipped on the water. He frantically looked around the bathroom and spotted Alec, fully clothed and submerged in the water. The water was still pouring from the spout of the tub, making it overflow.
"Alexander!" Magnus cried and ran forward, he didn't think twice before climbing into the tub and taking his husband by his shoulders, pulling him into his chest.
Alec sputtered and coughed as he broke the surface. Magnus sighed in relief as Alec gasped against his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"What's happening?" Alec asked, his voice groggy. "How'd I get here?"
"What?" Magnus asked, deciding to get Alec out of the tub. He waved a hand and the water shut off in the tub which started to drain and the water on the ground disappeared. "What do you mean?"
"I was asleep." Alec said as Magnus guided him out of the tub and waved a hand, changing Alec's clothes and drying him off. "I was in bed, I was asleep. Did you bring me in here?" Magnus grabbed Alec's chin in his hand, an iron-like grip kept him facing him, looking into his eyes. Magnus gazed into Alec's eyes. He looked dazed, confused and lethargic.
"Alexander." Magnus said, his tone serious. "You tried to kill yourself. I came upstairs and you were locked in the bathroom, in the bathtub which was overflowing, all the way underwater."
Alec shook his head. "What?" He looked stricken and Magnus led him out into the bedroom and lowered him onto the bed, moving to straddle his stomach. Magnus leaned forward and cupped Alec's face in his hands. "No. No. I'm - I'm happy. Magnus, I'm happy. I have everything I ever wanted. A husband, Two amazing sons, two beautiful daughters, amazing friends, and an eternity with you. I wouldn't kill myself!"
Magnus leaned all the way down and captured Alec's lips in a kiss, kissing him slowly and deeply as he sent his magic through his lips into Alec's, letting his magic flow through him, trying to find a reason for Alec's temporary lapse of memory. Alec moaned as he felt Magnus' magic flow into him and he arched up into Magnus, his hips jerking. Magnus pulled back as he found what he was looking for, making Alec whine.
"You were possessed." Magnus frowned. "Alexander, I think this may be Azrael's doing. He wants you to complete your task, whatever that means. He could be trying to force you to commit suicide."
"Azrael has never done anything to hurt me, though. He isn't malevolent." Alec shook his head confused.
"You said it yourself, he got you killed as George and forced you to break up with me when you were Etta which hurt you emotionally." Magnus told him. "And if he wasn't malevolent, would he have asked you to kill yourself? Who says something like that?"
Alec didn't appear to have an answer. He just stared up at Magnus with big, beautiful, unglamoured eyes. Magnus waited to see if Alec would answer when the man in question placed his hands on Magnus' hips, sitting up, making Magnus slide down into his lap and connected their lips. Magnus indulged him, letting him kiss him for a few minutes, gripping his shoulders tightly and letting himself just feel Alec. Their heads turned and tilted with every brush of their lips. Alec pulled Magnus flush against him and turned his head to keep their lips together.
"Alexander," Magnus whispered against his lips, fingers scratching against his scalp as he moved to thread his fingers in his hair, pulling on the ends. "As much as I love kissing you, and I do love kissing you, I need you to talk to me."
Alec pulled away from Magnus' lips and pressed his nose to Magnus' shoulder.
"I'm scared." He admitted. "I'm scared of what this means. I don't want to talk about how scared I am."
Magnus put one hand on the side of Alec's neck, opposite of where his deflect rune used to be, the other hand was resting on his shoulder. "I won't let anything happen to you. I'll get handcuffs and have you handcuffed to someone at all times, or I'll tie you to the bed like I said before. I won't let you hurt yourself and I won't let anyone else hurt you. I'll protect you at any cost."
The look on Alec's face was one of pure defeat and that scared Magnus.
"He's an Angel, Magnus." Alec whispered. "How are we supposed to go against him?"
"The love I have for you, is a love that knows no bounds." Magnus recited. "In times of joy as well as sadness, in sickness and in health, I will love you as my equal and protect you above all else. I will share with you my truest feelings and when you speak, I will listen. I will catch you when you fall and when you soar, I will help you reach your greatest heights. Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, I am and will always be your loving husband."
"It's in the vows, my darling." Magnus told him. "I will protect you above all else."
Alec yawned against Magnus' neck and Magnus moved to lower Alec against the bed, laying his head against the pillow. "Go to sleep, love." Magnus said. "I'm going to go talk to the others, see if they have any ideas to keep you safe."
"You're leaving?" Alec sat up. Magnus took him by the shoulder and pushed him back down.
"I'll be downstairs." Magnus said.
"Tie me to the bed." Magnus could see the fear in Alec's eyes. "Please. If I'm being possessed I can't be trusted. Please, please tie me to the bed."
"Okay," Magnus whispered, sitting next to Alec. "Get comfortable."
Alec shifted slightly and looked at Magnus sadly. Magnus waved a hand and let his magic drape over his husband. It settled against him and held him against the bed. Magnus reached out and stroked Alec's cheek.
"I love you, Sayang."
"I love you, too, baby." Alec's eyes drooped.
"Is it too uncomfortable?" Magnus asked. "Do you need it a little looser?"
Alec hummed the negative. "No," He sighed. "I feel safe. Like you're cuddling me."
Magnus smiled and stood up. "I'll know if anything happens." He told him. "I'll be back soon."
Alec smiled and his eyes slipped closed.
The group was silent. Madzie was going back and forth between the corner of the room and where Max was sitting up and chewing on one of his teether toys in the middle of the room in Magnus' line of sight.
"Wait," Clary perked up. "Didn't Dad say that when he was James, Azrael didn't want him to do a task because of who his Dad was?"
"He did." Magnus nodded.
"Jay got his magic, mark and Immortality back. He looks like a carbon copy of himself and it's the same soul." Wesley spoke up. "Chances are, if we figure out who his father was and let him know what's going on that he will take issue with it."
"Demon fathers are very possessive." Magnus agreed.
"This may be our shot to save him." Wesley said. "We have to try."
"How do we even do that?" Clary asked. "Dad said that he didn't know who his father was."
"We'll need some of his blood." Tessa said, "We can summon his father that way."
"I'd rather not summon his father until we know who it is." Magnus explained. "I'm not about to put my family and my husband in danger without knowing what's going on beforehand."
"Then what do we do?" Wesley asked.
"We can summon another demon and ask them." Tessa offered. "It would have to be a greater demon, they are the most likely to know his parentage."
"No, we aren't summoning anyone." Magnus shook his head. "Wesley, Tessa, keep an eye on Alexander. I'll make it so if he wants to get up that either of you can reverse the spell restraining him to the bed."
"Where are you going?" Jem asked.
"I'm going to go visit my father in Edom." Magnus said. "If anyone will know who Alexander's demonic father is, it'll be Asmodeus."
"Alec won't like it." Wesley said. "It's dangerous. I don't even like it."
"Papa." Raphael sighed. "If Dad wakes up and we tell him you went to Edom, you know he's going to try and follow you."
"Then don't let him up off the bed." Magnus replied. "He's restrained right now, if you're that worried then keep him there until I get back."
With no one else making anymore protests, Magnus got up off the couch he was on, kissed both Raphael and Clary on the forehead, crouched down next to Madzie and explained that her aunt, uncle and siblings would be watching her, giving her a quick hug and kiss and then went over to Max, picking him up off the floor.
"Goodbye little blueberry," He tickled his tummy. "I'll be back soon, sweet boy." He placed him back on the ground.
"I'll see you all in a few hours." Magnus bid them goodbye and went to his study to prepare for his trip.
"Can I talk to you?" Simon whispered to Raphael who was sitting a cushion away from him on the couch.
Raphael looked over at him and nodded slightly. Simon led him upstairs and into the room he had been using since he started staying with the Lightwood-Bane's. Raphael shut the door behind him but didn't venture any further into the room. He crossed his arms across his chest and looked at Simon.
It was a bit of a standoff, Simon standing a few feet away from Raphael, wringing his hands nervously.
"I don't know if anyone told you, but Izzy and I broke up the day of the attack on Alicante." Simon started out.
Raphael shifted almost like he was uncomfortable. His eyes left Simon's face to look down at the floor. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Simon shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
"Are you?" He asked. Raphael was about to answer. "Because I'm not. You were right that day when you told me that I should've just broken up with her right then. She said it herself, she didn't actually love me."
"I'm sorry that she hurt you." Raphael told him honestly. "And I'm sorry that I had any part in it."
"Look, it's been a week and I respect you enough that I have no intention of starting a relationship with you right now. I want to wait a little longer. But I also respect you enough to let you know what it is that I am feeling."
Raphael took three steps closer to Simon. Simon counted, his eyes lingering on Raphael's feet before going back up to his eyes. "And what is it that you're feeling?" He asked.
Simon took a deep breath and took three steps towards Raphael, matching the amount of steps the other man had taken before him. He remembered what Magnus and Alec had said a week earlier. Don't be afraid. Raphael isn't messing with you.
"I'm in love with you." He said quietly. "I just wanted you to know that."
Raphael's features softened and he dropped his arms from his chest. He closed the distance between the two of them and let his fingertips ghost along Simon's cheek.
"I love you, too, Simon." He whispered. "And I'll wait however long it is that you need. After all, you and I have eternity."
He leaned forward and Simon felt it as Raphael's lips ghosted, feather light, across Simon's.
Magnus stood, arms crossed, glare fixed on his face, across from his father in his palace in Edom.
"And what is in it for me?" Asmodeus asked. "What do I get in return?"
"We want to know Alexander's father because an Angel is targeting him. We hope to defeat him."
Asmodeus looked surprised. "Which one?"
"Azrael." Magnus answered, uncrossing his arms. "He's endangering his life."
"While I am intrigued," Asmodeus said. "And I fully support you in taking down Azrael. I still want something from you."
"What do you want?" Magnus asked.
Asmodeus hummed. "What's important to you?" He circled Magnus. "Your husband, your children. Right?"
"You'll get nothing of them." Magnus snapped.
"Hmm," Asmodeus sighed as if he were disappointed. "The ring I gave you, then. I suppose that will do."
Magnus was surprised, the ring meant nothing and was worth nothing. Perhaps Asmodeus was more willing to help take down an Angel than he first let on.
Magnus readily slipped the ring off of his finger and tossed it to his father.
"Who is my husband's father?" Magnus demanded.
Asmodeus smirked. "Azazel"
Magnus' face went slack in shock. "Azazel?" He demanded. "Azazel whom Alexander banished after he switched Valentine and I?"
Asmodeus slipped the ring onto his own hand and admired it. "Yes, that's right." He nodded.
"There's no way he'd help us." Magnus groaned.
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure." Asmodeus replied. "Did Azazel ever once hurt your Alexander during his time with him?"
Magnus thought back, he couldn't think of anything, but he also knew he wasn't with Alexander for a majority of that time.
"The correct answer is no." Asmodeus supplied. "Azazel never hurt his son. In fact, he went out of his way not to. He could have easily vaporized his spawn and the girl that accompanied him, but all he did is make them fall. Alexander is the one that banished him back to Dudael, not the other way around."
"If we were to summon him to help save Alexander, do you believe Azazel would harm him?" Magnus asked.
Asmodeus fixed him with a gaze, the seriousness in it was something Magnus had never seen in his father. "Say it was one of your children. One of your sons or daughters that had banished you, they didn't understand who you were to them or that you were trying to protect them. Would you harm them if they came to you for help, their life in danger?"
Magnus thought back to his conversation with Clary just after she got her memories back.
"I'd let you torture and kill me if it meant you'd get a single moment of happiness. That's what being a parent is."
"No." Magnus answered. "Never."
"Just because we are Greater Demons, Magnus," Asmodeus said softly, "It doesn't mean that we do not feel the same as you when it comes to our children. I guarantee you, if you summon Azazel and tell him that Azrael intends his child harm, he will do whatever it takes to help you make your husband safe again."
Magnus stared at Asmodeus for a long moment, trying to read him and finding nothing but open honesty.
"Thank you for the information." He turned and stalked towards the entrance of the Palace.
"Magnus." Asmodeus called, stopping Magnus in his tracks.
He listened to his father's approaching footsteps. When they stopped a few paces behind him and stayed there for a moment, Magnus turned around.
Asmodeus' hand was outstretched, palm up. In his hand was the ring Asmodeus had requested as payment for the information.
"What did you do to it?" Magnus asked him.
"Nothing." Asmodeus told him.
"I don't believe you." He turned to leave once more but Asmodeus stopped him mid-turn.
"I swear on my immortality." He said. "I have done nothing to your ring."
Magnus hesitantly took the piece of jewelry back and put the ring back in it's rightful place.
"Magnus." Asmodeus said in a gentle tone that caught Magnus off guard. "What I said doesn't only apply to Azazel. You are my child, and should you ever need assistance, should anyone try to harm you or the people you consider to be family . . . well, I wish to be there for you."
Magnus tried not to let the words get to him, there was no telling how much of this he could actually believe. He nodded curtly. "I'll keep that in mind."
This time Asmodeus let him leave.
When Magnus portaled back into his living room, he noticed several things. Two of his children were crying, his other two children looked like they were about to cry. Jem and Wesley were missing, and Simon and Tessa were trying to calm his children. The last thing that he noticed was that he could hear Alec yelling indistinctly from upstairs.
"What the hell is going on here?" He plucked Max from Simon's arms and the little boy wrapped his arms around Magnus' neck, curling his body on Magnus' chest. Madzie ran away from Raphael and wrapped her arms around Magnus' leg.
"Papa! Papa! Papa!" Madzie chanted. "You're back!"
"I am, I have to go see Daddy. I need you to be good for Aunt Tessa, Raphael, Clary and Simon. Okay?"
"Okay." Madzie whined, a pout on her face.
Magnus tried to pass Max over to Raphael but put the vampire held his hands up. "He's all yours, we're done." He put his hands down and fixed his father with an annoyed look. "I thought you said you were only going to be gone for a few hours. I didn't sign up for this."
"What do you mean?" Magnus asked. "How long was I gone?"
"Two days." Clary said. "Dad's freaking out, Wesley and Jem are upstairs with him now."
Magnus instantly turned and ran up the stairs, Max securely held in his arms. He rushed down the hall and into the master bedroom.
Jem and Wesley were standing next to the large bed, staring down at Alec who was yelling at them.
"Let me go!" He yelled. "I have to find him! Let me go!" His voice was hoarse and Magnus could only imagine how long he had been yelling at them.
"Alexander." Magnus' calm voice rang out through the room and he could see Jem and Wesley sag in relief. "That's enough. Jem, Wesley, give us a moment?"
The men left the room and Magnus waved a hand, releasing Alec from his spot on the bed. Alec sprang up and ran over to Magnus, gripping his arms.
"You're okay?" He asked, Magnus passed Max over to Alec who took his reluctantly, wanting to hold onto Magnus a little longer.
"I'm fine, Alexander. Nothing happened."
"You went to see Asmodeus." Alec said. "You didn't tell me."
"Alexander, I'm fine, everything went perfectly." Magnus led Alec over to the edge of the bed and pushed him to sit down before kneeling in front of him, one hand on Alec's thigh and the other on Max's back. The little blue boy was curled up against his father, hand in his mouth, head resting against Alec's shoulder, eyes fluttering. "He told me who your father is, your demonic father."
"Whoever it is, they aren't my father anymore." Alec said, confused.
"The moment that you did that ritual to become a warlock again he became your father again." Magnus explained. "The demon blood that we gave you, the second that your magic returned, it changed it back to what it was when you were James."
"Who is it?" Alec asked quietly.
"Azazel." Magnus answered. "My father told me that when Azazel was with you a few months ago, he was trying to protect you. He could have killed you, but he didn't."
Alec stayed silent, gripping their son to his chest, eyes fixed on Magnus' forehead.
"Alexander." Magnus whispered, pushing himself up further on his knees and cupping Alec's cheek.
"Azazel." Alec repeated. "Azazel is my dad?"
"Yes, Sayang." Magnus dragged his thumb over Alec's cheekbone. "We'll summon him tomorrow, get him to help with Azrael."
"He won't help us." Alec shook his head. "I banished him when I went to your loft to see Valentine."
"Asmodeus said that Azazel wouldn't harm you, you're his son. He said that Greater Demons care for their children the way that we care for Raphael, Clary, Madzie and Max." Magnus smoothed out Max's green shirt that was riding up his back. "I would never harm our children, no matter what they did to me. Would you?"
"Of course not." Alec said quietly. "I could never hurt one of our kids."
"We need help, Alexander." Magnus told him. "Azazel will be willing to give it to us."
"I don't like this." Alec said quietly. "It's not like we can just keep him locked up the entire time if we ask him to help us, he can't help us if he's locked up. Our children are here, our friends."
"You've banished him once, you can banish him again if he makes a wrong move. For now, I'm willing to trust Azazel if it means saving you." Magnus told him. "I thought you knew by now how much you mean to me. How many more centuries will it take?"
Alec's smile was tight and he shrugged. "I love you."
"I love you, too, darling." Magnus replied. "And I hope you realize I'm doing this for you."
Magnus led Alec by the hand over to the pentagram. They made sure to keep their feet outside of it but Magnus held Alec's hand over it, conjuring up a knife and slicing Alec's palm open.
Blood trickled down onto the pentagram making it light up red. The couple backed away and Magnus healed Alec's hand, pressing a kiss to it.
They watched as red smoke startled to swirl in the pentagram. Since they had Alec's blood, and therefore Azazel's, they didn't need to use a spell. Alec's blood alone was enough to summon his father.
The smoke swirled upward and when it cleared Azazel stood before them, Magnus couldn't help but think that he looked like his Alexander. Black hair, hazel eyes, tan skin. He was dressed sharply in a blue suit and his eyes immediately fixed on his son.
"Why do you summon me, my child?" He asked. He didn't sound angry, just curious.
Alec's mouth opened as he took a breath he then seemed to panic before turning to Magnus.
"It's alright, darling." He reached up and stroked his cheek and nodded towards Azazel.
"I need your help." Alec told him. "Azrael is threatening my life, and possibly the life of my daughter."
Azazel's eyes flashed green, moving out of the pentagram and walking up to Alec and Magnus. He seemed to size Magnus up before cupping Alec's cheek.
"My sweet boy." Azazel crooned. "I'll destroy Azrael for even thinking of laying a hand on you."
He moved to grip Alec's chin in his hand. "You did the right thing summoning me." He looked to Magnus. "You're still with the warlock. And have a child?" He looked around the room.
"We're married." Magnus answered. "With four children."
Azazel didn't look surprised, Alec couldn't get a good read on him. His father released him before walking around the room.
"What has Azrael done to you?" He asked. "How does he threaten your life?"
"He gave me a choice. Kill one of two people that he gave me the names of, or kill myself." Alec answered. "I'm trying to find one of the people, but he's started compelling me to commit suicide. Three days ago I took a nap and Magnus found me trying to drown myself fully clothed in the bathtub. I have no memory of it."
Azazel's expression darkened as he turned back to the couple. "And how do you wish me to handle this? You have a plan?"
"You are the plan." Magnus told him darkly. "I don't care what you do so long as my husband and my family are kept safe and by my side."
Azazel grinned and Alec had to suppress a shudder. "How delightful." He practically squealed. "Oh, I do like you." He patted Magnus on the cheek before moving back to Alec. "My poor boy," He said sympathetically, before seemingly noticing something. "Was I mistaken in believing you were Nephilim in this life?"
"Uh," Alec said intelligently. He was afraid to say anything, Azazel was acting like a protective father which was something that Alec had never experienced before. He cut his eyes towards Magnus who was staring, unhelpfully at the ground, one hand in his jacket pocket and the other held up in front of him, twisting his wedding ring around his finger with his thumb.
"Alexander." Azazel stepped closer to him, Alec's eyes flicked back over to Azazel who was looking at him intently. "I distinctly remember you having runes. Like right here." He trailed a finger down the left side of Alec's neck where his deflect rune used to be. "Where did they go? Did you glamour them?" He tilted his head in inquiry, putting his hand flat on Alec's neck.
"No," Alec avoided eye contact again. "I was arrested and deruned."
Azazel jerked the hem of Alec's shirt up to show the almost healed burns left over from the derunement. "The Nephilim did this to you?" He asked, voice deadly calm. He turned to Magnus without waiting for Alec's answer, probably sensing that Alec was frazzled at best and wasn't articulating well. "They did this? They hurt him?"
"They did." Magnus confirmed. "He got sick, really sick. He was in horrible pain, delirious with fever and the wounds got infected."
Azazel's gaze on Magnus never wavered. "That is unacceptable." He said in a hard tone.
"I agree." Magnus replied easily, turning into Alec, slotting himself against his side and reaching up with his hand, caressing Alec's cheek with such a tenderness that it almost brought tears to Alec's eyes.
"How dare they harm my son?" Azazel seethed, his eyes flashing the neon green that Magnus loved on his husband but made him uneasy in the presence of his father-in-law. "My child? Royalty! They'll all pay for this. Azrael and the Nephilim. I promise you, my son. I'll make them all pay."
"Um." Alec said. "Oh."
Azazel didn't seem to notice that Alec had responded. "I'm second only to Lucifer himself, they'll find out why and there won't be a creature alive who won't know not to cross me or my son."
Alec slowly turned his head to look at Magnus wide eyes, he looked like a mix between terrified and pleased.
"Perhaps we should all retire for the evening, hmm?" Magnus asked. "I can show you to a guest room?" He directed the last part to Azazel.
"You'd let me stay in your home?" Azazel asked, surprised. "Your children are here, are they not?"
"I trust that you mean no harm to my husband." Magnus replied. "If you hurt anyone in this house, that would hurt him. Everyone here is dearly loved by the both of us."
"I see." Magnus led Alec and Azazel to a room a few doors down from the master bedroom. While Magnus got Azazel settled, Alec disappeared. Once he was sure that Azazel would be fine for the night, Magnus headed towards his bedroom and peeked his head in. Alec wasn't in there. Next he looked into Madzie's room; the girl was fast asleep and alone. He put an extra ward on her door and headed to the nursery. There he found Alexander leaning over their son's crib, one hand stretched down to lay flat over the little boy's belly.
Their little blueberry was awake and delighting in his father's undivided attention, kicking his legs and flailing his arms, transfixed on the song Alexander was singing softly. It was an old French love song that Magnus used to sing for James as he stroked his hair and held him in his arms in their bed.
"Un regard pour toi (One look at you)
Tour mon monde s'arrange (my whole life falls in line)
J'ai prié pour toi (I prayed for you)
Auparavant je t'appelle mein (Before I called you mine)
Oh, je ne peux pas imaginer que c'est vrai de temps en temps (Oh, I can't believe it's true sometimes)
Oh, je ne peux pas imaginer que c'est vrai (Oh, I can't believe it's true)
J'ai le droit de t'aimer (I get to love you)
C'est la plus belle chose que je n'ai jamais faite (It's the best thing that I'll ever do)
J'ai le droit de t'aimer (I get to love you)
C'est une promesse que je te fais. (It's a promise I'm making to you)" Alec crooned quietly.
"Quoi qu'il arrive je choisirai ton coeur. (Whatever may come your heart I will choose)
Pour toujours je serai tien pour toujours je serais. (forever I'm yours, forever I do)" Magnus sang the next line, coming to stand next to his husband. He ran his finger along Max's nose as his eyes drooped and the boy fell asleep.
"Come my darling," Magnus whispered to Alec. "Let's go to bed. I'll finish singing to you, like old times?"
"Only if you play with my hair too." Alec whispered back with a smile, following Magnus as he led him out of the nursery.
"Whatever you want my love."
Congrats to DisastrousWorld and Cconnor both on AO3 for guessing correctly that Azazel is Alec's demonic father.