A/N: Hello,

Thank you for all reviews, follows, favorites.

Oh, if you are interested I started a new project, which will be my last addition to the fanfiction world and to Malec fandom. If you read my stories before or you are interested to read them, I'm re-writing Maybe We Are A Fairytale. The new version will be slightly changed, improved and most importantly it will contain pictures from the story.

Characters belongs to Cassie Clare, except for OCs.

Enjoy reading.

Chapter XII

The heartbreaking truth

Raphael couldn't be happier, when he received the message from his warlock friend a night ago. He looked down at the crumpled note a few times, before he let it sink into his mind. They have the Mortal Cup. He can defeat Valentine. Finally, after all those years. This was too beautiful.

"Raphael?" he heard the voice of his right-hand, Josh, through the door of his bedroom. "Garroway is here to see you. He said he got the message from Magnus Bane."

This was interesting. Raphael thought that Bane was contacting only him. The vampire got up from his bed and opened the old wooden door. He looked at the blonde haired, pale male with a silent question in his black eyes, before he followed him to the throne room.

"Consul Santiago," the werewolf approached him officially. Raphael scrunched his nose. Luke smelled like a wet dog. It must have been raining outside. The man took out a small, white note from his camel suede jacket. He handed it to Raphael. Santiago took it from his warm hand and read it.

'I'll wake her up tonight. Be ready. Come close to the Institute and I'll lead her outside.'

"Her? Who is he addressing in this?" Raphael asked.

"Jocelyn," the werewolf responded. "But why did he send the message to me? He knows it's risky."

"It is strange, yes," Santiago was concluding. It was indeed very strange. It wasn't in Magnus's style. The warlock was only sending the messages when it was truly needed, and only to Raphael. "I will look into this. Do not go to the Instit…"

Suddenly there was a loud shriek heard in the whole hotel. The vampire cursed silently in Spanish, forgetting about his little problem in all this joy. Luke looked at him meaningfully, silently demanding an answer.

"I kept a small...souvenir from the last visit of the Shadowhutners," there was a wicked smirk on his lips. Luke just rose his right eyebrow at him. "Do not bother about it, werewolf. It is mine concern."

"Who are you keeping in there?"

"Robert Lightwood." Luke's eyes were wide open at those words. "I'll only keep him a bit longer, just to spite Valentine."

"Let me tell you one thing," Garroway took a step closer to him and leaned towards him. "Valentine does not care about anyone beside himself. He won't come for Robert. He doesn't need him. Believe me. He wanted to kill me, he threw me to the woods so the werewolves could kill me. And I was his best friend, his parabatai. Do you truly believe he will care about Robert's wellbeing? You could slit Robert's throat on his eyes and he wouldn't bother."

"Hm…" he hummed, scratching his chin. That would explain why he hadn't come for his loyal comrade. "You may be right. Maybe I should take his precious daughter instead?"

"Leave Clary out of this." Luke growled at him. His eyes changed to golden. "She's mine. So is Jocelyn."

"Be that way. I leave your family out of this." Raphael looked deeply in his eyes. His cold breath mixed with the hot one of the werewolf. "But you must be ready to kill Valentine. If you won't kill him, I'll kill you."

"I'll be the first one to sink my teeth in his neck. Mark my words." Santiago was satisfied with this answer. He wasn't sure if Luke would be so adamant to kill his former friend. He was truly surprised. "What should I do with Bane's note?"

"Don't do anything. I'll find a way whether it was him or not. I believe it may be a trap."

"Give me a call then. Send Josh to my station. Goodbye, Consul Santiago."

When Raphael came back to his bedroom, he opened the black wooden drawer. There was a small, silver bag laying on the old picture of Ragnor and himself. Lately, the vampire had to hide all of the pictures of himself and his lover. It hurt him too much to look at them. His dead heart was in pain, even though it was impossible.

He shook his head and quickly grabbed the bag. He couldn't think about his lover at this moment. He couldn't face Magnus with bloodshot eyes and dried blood on his cheeks. He opened it and poured the golden dust on his left hand. With his right hand he wrote down a small note and sent it immediately.

A few minutes later, he felt himself getting lightheaded. Soon his body collapsed to the floor and he felt the hell's coldness surrounding his body.

"What? I was in the middle of something." Raphael looked at his companion. Magnus stood before him with no shirt on and with red marks on his chest. When the vampire pointed at them, the warlock only shrugged his arms. "I'm getting the information."

"With sex?"

"That's the best way." Raphael sighed annoyed. "What do you want, for real?"

"What's with the message to Garroway?" Magnus's cat eyes enlarged in a shock. He snatched the note from Santiago's hand and read it silently. He looked at his friend, then back at the note then again at Raphael, before he spoke up.

"This isn't my note. This isn't my writing." A few blue sparks shot from his hand and whirled around the paper. "It's not even my magic. It's some lesser magic. Kassandra… Oh fuck."

"What?"

"I think they may know about the reason I'm in the Institute."

This wasn't good. This was terrible. This was a true disaster. Armageddon even. For a brief moment, Raphael didn't know what to do with this information. Many scenarios went through his mind, but none of it was good enough. He fisted his hands hard. His knuckles turned white. He didn't know when he started to pace around the Edomus.

"So, what now?" Magnus asked, looking meaningfully at him. "What do we do?"

"First, we need to be sure, they know about our mission. Maybe it's their response to me keeping Lightwood. They try to call us out." This could be a true. Maybe shadowhunters didn't know a single thing, maybe they are bluffing. Raphael decided to believe this, until he has a real proof for the failure of his plan. "For now, let's play their game, while they will play ours. You must hasten our plan. Find out about some plans of theirs…"

"Alec said that they are preparing for a hunt tonigh… Oh...they will want to attack you."

"Did he say where?"

"They will start near the docks. Then they will move towards Chinato…" Suddenly Magnus cut himself off. Santiago looked at him with a concern. "This note, it came to Luke last night, right?" Raphael nodded to that. "It wasn't an information note. It's a locating note. They wanted to know where werewolves stay…" Magnus grabbed him by his elbow and squeezed it hard. Of course, Raphael wasn't hurt by that. "You must warn them."

"I will." He confirmed, before he toned down his voice. "Do you have the cup with you?"

"No, but it's safe. In the Institute. Here, look" he waved his hand and a tarot card showed up in the middle of his hand. There was indeed a drawing of the cup on it, but it wasn't the Mortal Cup. "This is the Mortal Cup."

"It's a tarot card."

"The cup is hidden inside. No one can take it out, except for two people. Even I can't do it." Raphael's face was slowly filling with rage. "Relax. Clary will take it out when I need it. Or Jocelyn, once I'll wake her tonight."

"Very well...I...trust you with this." It was hard to say. Raphael wasn't easy to trust people. Especially Magnus, who was easy to trust people, who betrayed him in the end. But then, he had to trust the warlock. He was the only one who he had. He was the only closest thing to a family that he has now, since Ragnor is dead. "I do trust you."

"Ok," he smiled a bit. "I'll send you back and you warn Luke, ok? And let Robert out of the hotel. Let him come back. Alec needs his father." When the vampire nodded, Magnus touched his cold arm and whispered the spell in a demonic language. Raphael's body started to flicker and soon, he disappeared from Edomus.

Once he was back in his body, he immediately sent Josh to the werewolves station to give them a warning. He just hoped, he wasn't too late. After all, Luke was a loyal companion in a battle.

…

Alec woke up alone in the bed, which wasn't truly strange. Magnus always made sure to leave his bed, before any of the residents rose. They couldn't be seen together in a compromising position. Not only Alec hadn't revealed his sexual orientation to no one, except for Izzy, but as well Magnus was a downworlder, his supposed to be enemy. Yet, Alec didn't care about it. He liked Magnus Bane, very much. Maybe it was even something more. Sometimes his feelings scared him. His heart was going crazy for the warlock and he couldn't stop this, nor he wanted to.

The young shadowhunter walked out of the bedroom and bumped into John.

"Alec, how nice that you're awake already." The wicked scary grin came up on the blonde face. "We have to talk."

"Talk?" Alec swallowed hard. Up close, John was scary, especially his cold look. "About?"

"You shall see. Should we go to your bedroom?" Even though it was a question, Alec felt that he can't say no to this. He opened the door of the room and let John walk in first. He closed the door behind them and leaned on the door. "I see you are alone now. Of course, it's already past six."

"Alone?" Alec's voice was filled with small confusion and fear. Could John know about his affair with Magnus?

"Well, you secret lover isn't here." Alec's face was even paler than usual. His body started to shake, as always when he was nervous. "Don't worry. Only I know, and Isabelle apparently. And my sister had seen Magnus once, as he walked out of your bedroom in the middle of the night. You don't have to be afraid. Your secret is safe with me."

"Why?" he finally managed to say.

"We all have our secrets, don't we?" It was suspicious. Alec felt that in the every fiber of his body. John wasn't that good. It wasn't just right. He eyed the older boy, waiting for the rest of his speech. "I'm sure you fell in love with him. Who wouldn't, right? Handsome, tall, loveable." Alec didn't like where this was going. "I can't blame you. It was a matter of a time, before you'll give him your heart away. Who knows, maybe he enchanted you. He is a magical creature."

"He has his magic bounded," Alec popped in.

"Does he? His father is a greater demon. Do you really think his magic could be bounded with a simple spell? He's not stupid." He continued, sitting comfortably on Alec's bed. The blue eyed boy didn't move from his leaning spot. "Indeed, he's very smart. He chose someone shy, yet very smart, who has a way to find out about everything what concerns us. It was obvious why he didn't lure Isabelle or me or Jace. Not because we're not gay, but because we aren't in a position to get every information for him."

"What are you talking about?" There was a pity in John's eyes when he looked at Alec. He patted the empty space next to himself on Alec's bed. The boy knew that it was a silent command for him. He took small steps towards the other shadowhunter and cautiously sat down next to him, leaving a few inches of space between them.

"He was playing you, from the very first day he came here." This couldn't be true. Magnus wasn't like that. Alec shook his head to those words. "Think of it. Why he was so persistent to be close with you. Why he let himself being brought here in the first place? And more importantly, how in the Angel's name vampires and werewolves were aware of our attack?"

Morgenstern gave him a pointed look. Alec couldn't comprehend this. It was too surreal. Magnus couldn't betray him like that. He couldn't. Not after the confession he said last night, when he thought that Alec is sleeping.

"I think I'm falling for you, Alexander. I believe I love you."

This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. Alec refused to believe in Magnus's betrayal.

"I just wonder, how he's informing them. There are wards around the Institute. He can't perform magic here…" John was thinking out loud. "I wonder."

Alec was lost in his head. All the memories of the sweet moments between him and Magnus weren't real? It was only a game for the warlock? A way to get information from Alec? Indeed, the boy was telling him things, but he never thought that he could be betrayed because of them.

Alexander fisted his hands. Magnus played his feelings, his heart. Alec let him inside his heart, let himself fall for the older man, let himself feeling love for him. And Bane only played him for important information about shadowhutners. The blue eyed boy felt tears building in his eyes. Any moment now he will let them out, even in front of Jonathan.

It was just too much.

"Hey, it's not really your fault," John wiped a single tear from his cheek with a thumb. "But there is a way for you to get back at him. Actually, I need you to do it."

"What?" he sniffled.

"I need you to act like always. Kiss him, sleep with him. Let him know about our plans." Alec didn't understand it at all. "But on the other hand, listen to his every word and then you'll be telling me everything he said or done."

Alexander really didn't want to do it. He couldn't do this to Magnus.

"If you won't…" John's voice was cold and stern at that moment. "I will reveal your little secret to your mother and my father. And I know you don't want this, Alec." He got up from the bed and patted Alec's head. "Do not fail me, Alexander. You do not want to meet my rage."

When Alec was left alone with his thoughts, he let himself cry. It was too much. He couldn't believe it. Magnus, his lovely Magnus betrayed him like that. He played his heart for his favors. Alec screamed into his pillow. He loved, yes he loved Magnus and now he felt that the heart, once filled with love, now was breaking into a million pieces. Each piece is as sharp as glass, cutting him open with every thought of the warlock.

A soft knock on his door made him sat up on his bed. He wiped his face of the remaining tears, hoping that his eyes aren't bloodshot red. He invited the person inside.

For a moment, his broken heart froze.

Magnus Bane stood before him with a soft smile on his lips.

"Are you alright, darling?" He came closer to the bed and sat down next to Alec. The boy fought down the urge to flinch from his touch. He couldn't let Magnus know about his pain. He would play his game a bit longer, even if he will be beyond repair later. "Darling?"

"I am alright, Magnus. Now that you are here, I'm good." He leaned up to kiss the lips of his betraying lover. "I'm good with you."

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