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Chapter XIV

"If you love me, why did you kill me?"

Magnus was lying in the bed with Alexander, in the boy's bedroom. The light of the witchlight was dimming the room. The warlock was observing his lover. The chest of Alec was slowly rising and falling. The steady breath was escaping his lips. The quiet snort was filling the room at the three am. Everything seemed to be wonderful, and Magnus should be happy.

Yet, it was exactly the opposite.

Bane was anything but happy. He was devastated inside. He felt as if his soul was dying. His heart was breaking in million pieces.

He fell in love, truly in love with Alexander Lightwood. His master, his enemy.

And he was about to break his heart.

Magnus knew that Alec knows the truth already. He knew, that Jonathan discovered his plan. How could he not? The boy was too smart. He figured it out a long time ago. Magnus was sure that it could happen around the time that little Max died. When Max was killed, to be more precise. Lately, Bane was thinking about this again. It was too suspicious, too unexpected, too perfect. Magnus was deadly sure that it wasn't any vampire, nor any werewolf, not a demon. As the warlock concluded it more, he suspected the real answer.

It had to be Jonathan.

The boy was part demon, literally. He was evil. He could kill anyone, even an innocent little boy. Yet, no one would believe him. Magnus was a traitor in Alec's eyes. He won't believe him in any word now.

He looked at Alec's face again and discovered that the boy is awake now, staring back at him.

"Alexander."

"Magnus." he replied in a cold tone.

"Why did you let me in your bed last night? You know, why am I here, don't you?" Alec was silent for a longer moment, looking deeply in his eyes. "Why?"

"I'm just a distraction. " Alec admitted finally, lowering his gaze.

Distraction?! Magnus wondered about this word. Distraction to what? Absently, Magnus raised his hand and grabbed Alec by his throat, squeezing slightly. His cat eyes darkened as he tried to connect with Raphael through their mind bond. Yet, he failed, as if the bond was broken by now. As if the vampire was dead.

"What did you do, Alec?! What did you do?!" the shadowhunter's face was cold, his eyes empty, as he looked at Magnus. "Alec?!"

"You killed some hunters, so we killed your people too. You killed my brother, Magnus. So we killed your family." It's almost like Alec was not himself. Like he was speaking someone else's words. "You talk too much in your sleep, Magnus. Did you know this? We knew how to get into Hotel. We used a warlock to get Raphael out. I let you know, that those vampires burnt in the morning sun like a bacon."

Magnus let out a loud shriek and jumped out of the bed. He didn't care that he was naked in that moment. There were some more important business now. He tried once again to reach Raphael but he couldn't. He couldn't sense the aura of the vampire anymore. Bane summoned clothes to himself, before he started to chant again. The words of the teleportation spell was mixed with a loud scream coming from downstairs. It distracted him for a moment, which ended up in losing the connection to his father's magic.

"DAD! DAD!" It was Isabelle's voice. "ALEC?! ALEC?!"

The boy in question grabbed his pants and made a beeline out of his room. Magnus fought down the urge to follow him. He had no time for this anymore. He had to remove himself from the New York Institute. He focused on his magic again and once he felt it run down his veins again, he chanted the old spell. A second later the darkness engulfed him and he felt himself becoming lighter. In no time, he was in the familiar white room, sitting on the bony throne.

He breathed out in relief, letting tears escape his cat eyes.

…

Alec ran as fast as he could downstairs, taking two stairs at the time. Hearing Isabelle's frightened voice scared him immensely. A million thoughts whirled through his mind. What could happen? Whatever it was, it had to be something terrifying. At that moment, he didn't care that he left Magnus in his bedroom all alone. He truly didn't care about him at that moment.

Lightwood would have expected anything to see downstairs but that. This was something that never had crossed his mind. There, downstairs, in the middle of the lobby lay his father and Valentine, surrounded by the pool of red blood. Between them, in the middle of the blood was kneeling Isabelle and Jace with face covered in tears.

Behind them was standing John, holding Maryse by her elbow, preventing her from falling to the ground.

Alec dared to look at the bodies before him. Robert's throat was split open, blood still dripping from it. Next to him laid Valentine's heart, which was cut out of his chest. Lightwood felt nauseous at this view. He didn't even know when he fell to his knees, next to his sister and grabbed the hand of his father. It was cold, deadly cold, yet Alec couldn't let it go.

"Dad…" a silent whisper escaped his lips. "Dad…"

"Alec…" he heard John's trembling voice. "Where is Magnus?"

Alec couldn't understand, why his friend was asking about the warlock. He turned his confused eyes at him and demanded a silent answer.

"I sensed magic here. Around their bodies. It was Magnus who killed them. For revenge for Hotel Dum…" Alec didn't hear the rest of it. He got up, knees and hands covered in the blood and ran upstairs. He kick the door open and ran inside. Magnus was nowhere to seen. He heard footsteps behind him. Absently, he reached for the closest, heavy thing, which was the chair, and threw it at the person. "Damn, it, Alec."

"John…"

"Where's Magnus?" Alec opened his mouth to speak but no word escaped it. "You let him go?! For heaven's sake! He killed our fathers, Alec!"

"I will find him. I will kill him." Alexander growled, gripping the leftover of the armchair in his hand. "I don't care about my feelings anymore. I'll kill him."

"Good. But before, we need to take the cup from him." the blue eyed boy looked questioningly at him. "He has the Mortal Cup. Clary gave it to him. I found my sister and forced her to tell me the truth. I just need the cup, then you can kill Magnus Bane. I'll let you have the pleasure. After all, he killed your father and brother."

When John mentioned Max and Robert, Alec's mind filled with visions of his little brother and father. How they used to laugh at so many things. How Robert used to tell Alec stories about all those brave shadowhunters. How Robert taught him to shoot with arrows. Suddenly he felt a rip in his chest, like someone would rip his heart open, leaving him with a burning hole. A loud scream escaped his lips, while tears were streaking his pale cheeks.

Alec grabbed his stele from the nightstand and ran out of his room, ignoring John's screams behind his back. On his way downstairs he passed Isabelle and Maryse, still crying over the dead bodies. As much as he wanted to mourn his father, this wasn't a good time. This was a time for revenge on Magnus.

It pained him, like nothing else before. He knew that Magnus betrayed him, that he was giving information about their plans to Raphael. He could even ignore that, he could in the name of the love he had for the warlock. But not anymore. The love he once had, a beautiful feeling that made him feel special had died, when Alec set his eyes on the dead body of his father in the hallway of his home.

His love and heart died in that moment.

"Alec," Jace grabbed him by his elbow, when Alec was opening the door of the Institute. The black haired boy turned his eyes on his parabatai and found him all geared up with his blades in a hand. In other Jace was holding Alec's bow. "I'm coming with you."

"Good." Alec responded in a cold tone.

"Do you know, where he could run to?"

"There's only one place, where he could go." Jace looked at him puzzled. "He will go to Hotel Dumont. He will like to see, what we have done there."

Even though Alec wasn't exactly sure what the rest of the hunters did in the Hotel, he suspected that it had to be a terrible slaughter. From Jace's brief relation in the middle of the night, just after Magnus had fall asleep next to Alec, exhausted from a sex marathon, Alec knew that they used not only Kassandra's power to get inside, but as well as some kind of magical friend of John. Jace confirmed that he had never seen the red-head woman before. Nor did their parents. Whoever she was, she was a great help for them.

"Alright, let's get going then." With that, Jace pushed the door open and both of young men stepped into the morning light. Ready to kill their enemies.

…

Magnus was rocking back and forth, sitting on the bony throne in Edomus. Alec's words were echoing in his mind.

I was just a distraction.

We killed your people too.

You killed my brother, Magnus. So we killed your family.

Magnus was shaking his head. It couldn't be possible. They couldn't be truly dead. They couldn't lose this war. This couldn't end like this.

Suddenly he felt a long, deep shiver all over his body. His heart froze for a moment. His mind filled with darkness. He started to breathe faster, his heart was hammering, his body was slowly getting lighter. It was like the death was hanging over his whole body. Then he heard a weak whisper in his head.

Come to the hotel. I need you.

Magnus choked on the air, as he took a deep breath. His senses came back to him. His mind was filled with images covered in red. There, in his head he saw the pool of blood and a ripped body inside of it. His stomach twisted at this view. When he slightly calmed down, after focusing on a steadying his breath, he created a portal. Soon, he pictured the familiar hotel and stepped through the blue light.

Hotel Dumont was burnt down. Mangus's eyes were opened in a shock. He quickly cast a spell to take down the barrier, but he found out that there was no more a barrier around the place. Someone must have taken it down. He took a cautious step further, and he heard a bark. The warlock looked to the left, from where he heard the sound, and was met with a familiar gray fur and yellow eyes.

"Luke?" The wolf bowed his head. "What happened?"

The animal's body started to shake and soon, a naked man was standing in the place of the animal. Magnus snapped his fingers and conjured a pair of white, skinny jeans from his old wardrobe for the man.

"It was a terrible fight. Shadowhunters came here last night and ambushed the vampires. Darren, a man from my pack was staying with them, but he couldn't warn us fast enough." Graymark was explaining, as he led Magnus into the hotel. "When we got here, the place was burning, with all of them closed inside." Magnus covered his mouth with a hand. He couldn't believe this. "All of them are dead. Raphael…"

"He's not dead...I felt him. He called on me." the werewolf was looking confused at his warlock friend. "I just need to find…"

"In...side...dios...mio…" they both heard a faint sound coming from the hotel. As if on a cue, both of them rushed in.

Luke held Magnus by his elbow, as he was inhaling the smell of the place. He scrunched his nose a few times, before he let go of the warlock.

"I can't smell him. It all reeks of burnt and blood." Magnus nodded to these words and whispered a locating spell. It was a hard one, seeing as Raphael was almost dead now. But finally, after a second trial, he felt the vampire in the other room. He ran towards his friend. Luke behind him.

"Raphael…" Magnus kneeled near the pool of blood where the ripped body of his friend was lying. Santiago was barely alive. His whole body was burnt, bleeding. He wasn't healing at all. Bane concluded it was because of the lack of the blood. He rolled up the sleeve of his jacket and cradled the head of Raphael with one hand. He pushed his wrist towards the mouth of the vampire and spoke to him. "Drink. You need my blood to heal yourself."

"I won't...be...able...to...st…"

"I'll stop you. Don't worry. Luke will help me." He assured Santiago.

Magnus wasn't often offering his blood to vampires. He only did it twice. Once with Camille, when he was still with her, and once to Raphael, back in the 70's, when he had to save him from the fairy folk. He knew, what his blood does to vampires. He knew that Raphael will most likely be able to resist any magic now, just after he will get off of his high. Yes, warlock's blood was like a drug to a vampire, but not as strong as the blood of fae. Their magic was the drug itself. It was making the vampires go crazy for a bit. Yet, some vampires liked to feed on magical creatures. And some creatures were allowing it.

He felt the sink of fangs on his wrist. It wasn't painful, if only, he felt a small tingle when Raphael started to suck his blood. As the vampire was swallowing it, his body was healing itself. The wounds were closing. The burns were fading. After three minutes, Raphael's body was as new. He pulled away from Magnus's wrist. Magnus was grateful for that. He was starting to get light-headed. He will need a lot of rest to regenerate himself.

"Thank you, mi amigo." He smiled in a response.

"What happened?"

"Lightwoods and Morgensterns were here. Their warlock, Kassandra took down the barrier you placed over the hotel," Raphael stood up from the floor and led them to the remains of the throne room. The three of them sat on the long wooden table, since all of the chairs were broken. "But she had a help. A fairy was here. A strong one."

"A fairy?" He asked puzzled. It couldn't be possible. No fairy would ever work with shadowhunters. Even they aren't that low.

"A red-head, powerful fairy. I tasted her and felt a bit sick. So she must be truly old."

"Oh, shit…" Magnus couldn't come up with a better comment. He knew whom his friend was talking about. There was only one red-head powerful fairy in the Seelie Court. "That bitch! The Queen helps them. But why?"

"As I observed, she was given orders by Jonathan Morgenstern."

"Are you sure?" Raphael nodded. It was strange. Yet, it all seemed to fit right in this messed up situation. Valentine never knew that Magnus was sent to the Institute as the spy. It was Jonathan, who told Alec the truth. In fact, it was Jonathan who was giving Alec the information, which the boy was telling Magnus accidentally, of course. Finally, it was Jonathan, who was left to be alive in the night, where Max was killed. Maryse almost died then. If it wasn't for James, she would be dead now.

Oh, it was as plain as the white wall. How Magnus could be stupid like that. He was sent to a wrong man. He was the slave of the wrong Morgenstern. It wasn't Valentine, who set everything in the Institute.

It was all Jonathan. He was the Master in this game for the whole time. And he played them all.

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