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Chapter XIX

"Down the rabbit hole"

Isabelle was watching Magnus changing his attire for the tenth time this morning. He tried six jackets and three pairs of pants already, huffing during it loudly. He was clearly frustrated by it. In other circumstances she could help him, but they had other priorities now. They had to save Alec and Clary from Jonathan's lair in Hell. That scared her, like nothing else before. Isabelle was a tough girl, there weren't many things that could scare Isabelle Lightwood, but a trip to Hell was one of those things that made her heart beating like crazy, made her body shiver with fear.

"Magnus," Raphael walked into his bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. He eyed the pile of clothes in the middle of the bed then he moved his eyes on the warlock. "Like Ragnor used to say, get your butt up and let's get going. Before I'll give into my desire and kill Herondale. He strays my nerves."

"I'm going, I'm going." He waved him off and snapped his fingers. Simple black clothes materialized on his body, leather pants and a hoodie. "Black will do. It brings the mourning mood, right?"

No one laughed on this supposed to be joke. Magnus shrugged his arms and turned around to look at Raphael and Isabelle. They were standing two feet from each other, eyeing themselves warily. Isabelle was gripping her whip strongly, as Raphael slid his fangs out. The atmosphere in Magnus's bedroom was thick and heavy, but from the wrong reasons. He walked out of the bedroom, gesturing them to follow him.

In the living room they found Jace talking to Simon and Jordan, though it was clearly that Herondale was annoyed by two boys. His golden eyes lit up, when Isabelle walked into the room and sat down on the couch next to him. He grabbed her hand in his, a move that Magnus had seen three times this morning. Jace seemed to do it, whenever he was feeling stressed or nervous. In the corner of the room, where the dinner table had been standing, were seated Jocelyn and Luke. The man was holding her in his arms, shushing her silent tears.

"Alright, let's get going." All of the creatures stood up at the sound of Magnus's voice. Suddenly there were seven people standing before his eyes. "Now wait, a minute. I'm not taking all of you with me."

"I'm going," Jace stated firmly, drawing strength rune on his arm. "I need to save Alec and Clary."

"I'm going too, you'll need my help." Izzy added, drawing runes on herself as well. To that Magnus only nodded, calculating how much of his power he'll have to use to get them into Edom.

"I'm not going to let you die, because of some shadowhunter," Raphael chimed, with arms crossed on his chest. Soon, the rest of the people started to number their reasons to go, so in the end, Magnus just threw his arms up in the air and decided to take them all.

"But don't expect me to save everyone, when the troubles will arise." With that, Magnus conjured the biggest amount of his magic, straight to his fingers, and cast a spell to create the portal. It took a few seconds, before the big, blue mass formed itself into a circle on the main wall of the room. When it was ready, Magnus closed his eyes and focused on the home of his father, before he stepped through it. With his first step, he whispered in his mind. "Fear not, Alexander. I'm coming for you, my love."

…

Edom was exactly like Magnus had remembered it. All dusty, consumed in darkness, the floating air was heavy, making it hard to breathe. The moment they made the first step through the first gate, their surroundings started to lit up, revealing the true view of the place.

"We're in Idris?" Jace's voice broke the silence. "You were supposed to take us to Edom."

"This isn't Idris, it's more darker," Luke explained, pointing at the supposed-to-be Angel's towers. "But it's similar to Idris, indeed."

"Es mi casa," Raphael turned his eyes on the burned house of his mother. "Estamos en México?"

Magnus knew why they are seeing what they were seeing. He turned around to them and found them staring at themselves all in confusion. He whispered a simple de-illusioning spell and revealed the true look of Edom to them.

"Edom is the opposite of biblical Eden, the paradise. You will see what you believe is a paradise for you, only in a darker version." He explained as he gestured over the items here.

The path before them was covered with a white dust, coming from the bones of the cursed creatures, who had been sent here by other demons. Plants on the path were dead, dried, burnt. Before them was a big, silvered gate with an italian words written on the top of it. Bane only laughed at this. Trust his father to put some trivial threat on the entrance to the Dark Castle.

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate

Magnus never understood that joke, his father had pulled on. But it was fitting now. Dante's words seemed to be perfect for this occasion.

"Truly? Abandon all hope, ye who enters here? Dante." Jocelyn sent Magnus a meaningful look, to which the warlock only shrugged his arms.

"My father liked Dante." All of them opened their eyes in a shock. "Don't worry, Dante was brought here by my father, indeed. But he left the place unharmed. He amused my father, so he let him go." Magnus walked through the gate and gestured his companions to follow him. "Stay close to each other. For all they are demons here. Be wary."

The walk to the door of the castle took them four hours. They were met with a dust storm, which made them blind for a while. Jonathan planned it all very well. He sent Asmodei, demonic children of Asmodeus to slow their mission, but they fail, as Magnus stopped them with a freezing spell, the same he had used on Alec. Finally they were at the door of the castle. Magnus touched the cold lock and told them to grab him by his elbows. When the lock was opened they were immediately teleported to the main part of the castle.

As they let go of Magnus, the cold air filled the room. There were heard the sounds of shackles and shuffles somewhere around them. Before Magnus realized what it was, they were gone already. Bane turned around and spotted only Raphael, standing behind him. He growled in frustration, which made Santiago turn around and see the cause of anger.

"Where are they?"

"Demons. Devourses. They are set to take everything what's alive." The vampire nodded reluctantly. "They won't touch me, because I'm Asmodeus's son. They won't touch you, because you're already dead. Let's just hope that they will manage to kill them off, before they will be killed and eaten alive."

Raphael didn't comment it, instead he followed Magnus into the unknown direction. They were walking in silence, only the loud breaths of Mangus were breaking through it, mixed with his hammering heart. Santiago knew that the warlock had strong feelings for the young shadowhunter. He had seen it in his cat eyes, when the Lightwood girl had told them about the abduction. He also could hear his heart very well. He understood it, even though it was wrong of Bane to love their enemy. Unfortunately, Magnus Bane's heart could never tell what's wrong, what's right.

Magnus couldn't stop thinking about Alec. His mind pictured the worst tortures the boy must have suffered already. For sure Morgenstern had been torturing the poor boy, only to force Magnus to give him what he had wanted. The power of his father. He knew well why he had wanted it. After all, with Asmodeus's power, he'll be the most powerful man on the earth, in all dimensions. There is not any more powerful demon than Asmodeus, the Greater Demon, The Prince of Hell. With it, he may be able to control not only demons, but every other creature as well. He'd have the same magic that Magnus has. As much as Bane wanted to save Alexander, he can't let Jonathan get the magic. He must stop him, at all costs. Even if he'll die saving them all.

As they were moving cautiously, they could see the ice covering the walls of the castle. It seemed that they were closer to the main hall. As they stepped through the entrance, they were met with the blue flames of fire surrounding the room. In the middle of it, stood a simple wooden chair, with shackles keeping it on the ground. Right on it was seating Alexander Lightwood with his head down.

"Alexander," Magnus whispered, wanting to run to the boy. Yet, he was held by the hard grip of Raphael. The warlock sent him a murderous look, trying to get out of it, yet the vampire held him stronger. With his head he pointed at the place, where Alec was seating. Magnus spotted a demon, looking like a dog. It was growling not at them, but Alec. There was a red foam falling out of his mouth, just straight on the naked toes of the shadowhunter boy.

"Magnus! " A joyful shout went through the whole room. The warlock didn't have to look up to see the owner of it. Jonathan Morgenstern walked inside the hall and stood by Alec's chair, shushing the dog demon to the other side. "I'm so glad you could join us. Although, I did not expect Santiago to tag along. I thought you burnt to ashes, when I set your Hotel on fire."

At that, the vampire growled, and let go of Magnus's elbow. He wanted to attack the boy, but this time, Magnus held him by circling his arms around his torso.

"I'm here, so let Alexander go." At the sound of the name, said boy raised his eyes and looked at the warlock. He whispered his lover's name with a difficulty. Bane smiled softly at him, trying to reassure him. Alec's face looked terrible, Magnus just saw this. A black eye decorated the right side of his beautiful face. The left cheek had three sharp marks, made probably by some paws, maybe even by the demon dog who was now lying by John's feet.

"But where would be fun?" Morgenstern put his hand on the top of Alec's head, and started to stroke his hair slowly. Magnus took a step further, wanting to cut John's hand off, but he stopped himself. He knew that John could do anything to Alec and it depended on the next move of Bane. "I hadn't have enough fun while I planned this everything out. Although I must admit that working with Josh was truly fantastic game to play."

Magnus's and Raphael's eyes opened wide in shock. They look at each other, trying to understand the words said by John, yet they couldn't grasp this. It couldn't be true. Josh couldn't betray them like that. He was loyal to them.

"He wouldn't…" Santiago stated firmly, hands closed in fists.

"Of course he would. He did." Jonathan laughed sarcastically. "He just didn't know. You know," he trailed off, sitting on the armchair, next to Alec, still playing with the boy's hair. "None man, alive or a vampire won't survive a good seduction. Isn't it right, Magnus? After all, you came up with a plan to seduce Alec to get information out of him. I did the same with your precious Josh." Magnus was clearly confused by these words. "The perfect situation arose, when my darling Queen felt the need of a real throne. She wanted to rule the free downworlders, so I provided her such an opportunity."

"The Queen. I should have known that the bitch will help you." Magnus chided, eyes moving back to Alexander. They boy was breathing hardly, blood ran slowly out of his nose; he must have been truly tired. Bane wanted to heal him immediately, but he wasn't sure if his spells won't do more harm than good to the boy. "But Josh?"

"And how do you think, your friend came up with this master plan of coming to the Institute, huh?" As if on a cue, Magnus turned around to Raphael and eyed him suspiciously. "Come now, Raphael. Tell our little warlock, who told you that it will be a great idea to sent the spy to the Institute. Who advised you that seducing one of the shadowhunter, will provide you every information you wanted? Rings any bell?"

"Josh…" he whispered, yet everyone could hear it.

"Ding, ding, ding," Jonathan smiled wickedly at them. "He was such a good slave, it almost broke my heart to kill him with flames. But I had to, Magnus started to be too suspicious of me."

"You set all of this up. Only to get me here? Wouldn't it be easier if you'd just catch me?" Magnus addressed Morgenstern with a pointed look.

"I could get you here with no problem," He replied nonchalantly, letting go of Alec's hair. He moved his hand towards the boy's chest, where the heart was beating. "But I heard about you, I've studied you, Magnus. You'd kill yourself first, but you wouldn't do what I want. I needed to give you a weakness, that will be mine to play with. A weakness that will bent to my every word. And I was so, so glad that your heart decided to participate in my game. If you two wouldn't fall in love with each other, I was ready to give both of you a love potion. Fortunately, none of you disappointed me. All of you had played their role perfectly. But as everything in this world, this game must come to the end as well." For a moment the dead silence filled the room, before it was interrupted by the loud clatter of women's heels. Jonathan got up from his seat and smiled, almost honestly. Magnus rose his eyes on the woman, who walked towards the room. Her red dress was too bright for him and it clashed with her long, sharp paws. For a brief moment he expected the Queen to walk in, but he was disappointed to be met with the familiar face of Kassandra. "My dear," John kissed the top of her hand, making her blush. "He is yours to play with."

Before he and Raphael could even blink, the witch whispered a spell in an ancient, demon language. Magnus hadn't had a second to cast a reverse spell, when suddenly Santiago was moving towards Kassandra, against his own will. He stopped one foot before her for a moment. She whispered something more, but Magnus couldn't hear what it was. The vampire turned around to him, with a helpless look and ran in his speed to Alec. He brought his right hand to the boy's chest. He grabbed it strongly and for a short period of time, Magnus thought that he'll rip it out. But he didn't.

"Now," Jonathan started again, standing next to Magnus. He put his hand on the warlock's shoulder, squeezing it hardly. "Call for your father, or your friend will rip Alec's heart out. And you'll be just standing here and watch."

Jonathan called for demons. Out of nowhere the Mortal Cup materialized itself in his left hand. The boy cut his right wrist, and let a few drops fall inside of it. The Angel's sign on the cup shone in a red light. Bane had never saw how the item worked, but he was sure that it shouldn't be like that. Hundreds of demons started to fill the great hall, circling Alec and Raphael. They stood upright, looking directly at him, as if they were waiting for his command. Magnus eyed them curiously. They were his brothers, at least in some part, they were the children of his father. There was one thing that bothered Bane. He couldn't understand, how the boy is able to control them with an Angel's blood. It's impossible to do, unless the boy injected himself some demon's blood. The big question was which demon?

Magnus missed the words said by Jonathan. Soon, he was caught, his arms were drawn back and held strongly by some hot hands with paws. He didn't have to look back to see that it had to be at least two Asmodei, he could feel the call of their blood.

"You are a stupid boy," Bane noted with a satisfied smile on his lips. "You think you can control them with this cup forever? Let me tell you one thing." He looked him deeply in the eyes and whispered a quick spell to call on his father's magic. "There's nothing stronger than a magic of the blood."

Magnus immobilized them with a blink of an eye, making them freeze in their place. The two demons who were holding them, growled in a pain, as their hands were ripping off themselves from their bodies.

Jonathan was laughing so hard, that for a brief moment, Magnus thought that the boy will die of it. Unfortunately luck wasn't on his side tonight. With every next second, Bane understood less and less out of this situation. Either this boy was crazy, or this was a part of the plan as well. Finally the boy cut himself off and pointed at Alec and Raphael with his head. The demons, who circled them stepped aside, as John somehow unfroze them, by using the cup. Then Magnus saw the most horrible view.

Alec and Raphael were surrounded by the red flames, with no escape. The vampire was still holding his hand on Alec's heart, while the boy had his blue eyes wide open in fear. Both of them were looking at Magnus, waiting for his move. Alexander was mouthing his name, like some kind of prayer. His blue eyes full of tears, that he tried so hard to keep, but he failed. When the first tear ran slowly down his pale cheek, Magnus's heart broke in a million pieces.

"You can choose," He heard John's voice by his ear. With a heavy heart he drew his eyes away from Alec and look at the blonde boy. "You can save your friend. You can save Alec and let Raphael die in the flames. And you can save them both. Or if you decide to not play by the rules, both of them will die painfully on your eyes. Who will you choose, Magnus? Your friend, who stood by your side for years now? Or the boy you love, even though he had a hand in murdering your kind? All you need to do is call for your father." Jonathan fell silent for a moment, as if to give him a time to consider his options. As if there was anything to consider. He couldn't choose one of them and let the other die. But he couldn't call for his father as well, it would have horrible consequences. "Hm, I think you need some inspiration to make a decision." Jonathan nodded towards Kassandra, and a second later the silence was broken by the loud shriek of Alec. Magnus's cat eyes went immediately to the boy and he was met with the red blood painting his muscled pale chest. Raphael opened his chest with a dagger, given him by Kassandra. Alec's shout was followed by Santiago's scream, as the flames started to burn his left leg. "So?"

Magnus wanted to save them, truly wanted to do so, but he couldn't call for Asmodeus. He couldn't bent to the shadowhunters will. Instead, he started to cast protection spells over Alec and Raphael. Yet they didn't seem to help at all.

"Guarde su amada, mi amigo. I made you a promise on my mother's doorstep. You saved my life once, now it's my time to pay you back." Magnus heard Raphael's spent voice. He had no time to react, none of them had, before Raphael retrieved his hand from Alec's chest and threw himself to the fire. A painful holler went through the room. Magnus sank to his knees, hand outstretched, as if he tried to reach out to his dying friend.

"Well, I haven't had thought he had this in himself. Eh," Jonathan shrugged his arms, patting Magnus's shoulder. "One down, but the second is still alive. For now. Do you want Alec to be dead as well? Or will you call for Asmodeus?" When Magnus didn't answer him, still being in shock, caused by the sacrifice of Raphael, Jonathan went to Alec and stood behind him. He grabbed him by his hair and whisked his head up, revealing his neck. He took seraph blade out from his belt, and slightly slit Alec's throat, making the boy hiss in a pain. "One more slit and he'll bleed to death, on your eyes. Look at this, Alec. It turns out that Magnus indeed lied about his feelings. He will let you die, painfully. But it's his call."

Morgenstern had drawn the blade back and with an incredible speed he drove it through Alec's heart. The black haired boy howled, as the blood started to run down slowly down his chest.

"One small twist, and I'll pull the blade out. Alec will die in seconds." Magnus looked deeply in the blue eyes of his beloved. There was so much fear in them, that he had to do what's his heart was telling him from the very beginning. He had to do, what was right. "Alright, you decided."

One more scream escaped Alec's lips, before Magnus bent down to Jonathan's order.

"Ok! I'll do it! Let me heal Alexander, and I'll call for my father." Morgenstern nodded and allowed Magnus to come to them. He dropped down by Alec's feet and brought his hands to his chest. "I'll do it as gently as I can, my darling. Hold on, baby. Everything will be alright."

He slid the blade out of his chest, and before Alec had a chance to bleed to death, he started to cast the most powerful healing spells he had known. It took him a few moments, but eventually the long, sharp wound on the boy's chest started to clasp itself and heal. When he was done with it, Magnus brought his hand up to Alec's cheek and stroked it lovingly, before he leaned up and kissed gently chipped lips of the boy. Alexander was too tired to kiss him back, as much as Bane would want it, but he at least tried to.

"Now, call for Asmodeus, or I'll kill him." The blonde boy said, pointing his blade at Alec's healed heart.

…

Asmodeus looked exactly like Magnus had remembered him. Tall, slim, proud look in his gold-green cat-eyes, a resemblance he shared with his son. His pale skin was taut over the bones of the skull. High cheekbones were sharp. A barbed crown decorated his short black hair. He wore a white suit, which could be easily mistaken with human's clothing if it weren't for the buttons made out of bones.

"My dear son," He addressed Magnus with a fondness in his words. "It's been awhile, since we've seen each other personally for the last time."

"Father," Magnus replied to him coldly. He never liked calling for his father. It always had its consequences. He only had done it once, to confirm his bloodline. Magnus held Alec's hand in his, trying to give the boy some of his strength. Alec will need it, when they will escaping Edom. That's it, if Magnus plan will work.

The warlock whispered a spell in a demonic language, hoping that Jonathan won't hear him. He seemed not to. He called for the blood of his and his father and waited till he'll connect with him.

"Who are you? " Asmodeus turned to Jonathan, eyeing him from head to toe. "Ah, son of Lilith. I have heard about you. I've met your father once. He amused me with his petty wish to rule the Shadow World."

"Yes, my father was petty. He hadn't had seen the real power, when it stood before his eyes." The boy answered him, taking a step closer. "But I'm wiser than him. I know the real power, the biggest one in every dimension. And I will take it for myself."

Jonathan once again cut his wrist and let the blood drop down to the Cup. He whispered some words in an ancient language that Magnus hadn't known. The Cup shone in dark red light, before there was a circle of white fire surrounding Asmodeus. The demon's eyes were wide, as he couldn't even move any muscle. The boy was drawing the power out of him.

"Magnus," He spoke in the warlock's mind. Bane looked up at him with fear in his cat eyes.

"Father, let me use your power and I'll kill him." He blinked in a response and soon Magnus felt the dark magic of his father running through his body.

His normal green-gold eyes turned black, became empty, as he rose from the ground, leaving Alec's side. Black smoke was floating around his hands, when Magnus was walking towards Morgenstern boy. He rose his hand up in the air, breaking the connection he had with Bane's father. He rose Jonathan up without touching him. The young man started to choke as Magnus was chanting spells to defeat him, while draining the power of Asmodeus.

"I told you before. There's no stronger magic than blood magic. I will drain the power of my father out of you, and then I'll use this," He snapped his fingers and Maellartach materialized itself in his hands. In the other hand he suddenly had the Mortal Cup. Jonathan was watching the scene shocked. "You are a stupid boy. You should have learn a bit of a history, before you decided to play games with me."

"How...can...you…"

"Stupid, stupid boy. Angel's blood runs in my veins as well," Magnus explained, as he drained the last drop of Asmodeus's essence out of Jonathan. "My father was more powerful angel than yours Raziel." Magnus drove the sword through Morgenstern's heart, with one swift move.

"NO!" He heard two new voices in the room. The warlock turned his head to the left and spotted Clary and Jace, both screaming. Behind them were Jocelyn, Luke and Simon, with their hands over their mouths. Magnus didn't bother them, he looked back at John and discovered that the once black eyes were now green, same as Clary's. The man pulled the sword back, draining the last amount of Lilith's magic out of the boy, before he dropped to the ground before him. Mortal Sword fell hard next to him.

Suddenly there was a pair of arms around his back, drawing him, until he his back hit something hard. Words were whispered to his ear, but he couldn't understand them. Black magic of his father and Lilith was running down his body, ripping it off from the inside. He didn't know, if he would survive it. He decided to speak to Alec, before it was too late.

Magnus rose his head and saw that it was Alexander who was holding him in his arms, as his heart pounded in his chest. He looked deeply into the blue eyes of the boy, hand slowly stroking the pale cheek. Even bruised, Alexander Lightwood looked like a ninth miracle of the world. For Magnus, he for sure was.

"I'm sorry for everything, Alexander," He gasped, as Lightwood was nodding. The boy must have felt that soon Magnus will die. "I'm so sorry. I love you, for real, and I'm sorry that I have hurt you. I love you."

"I love you too, you stupid man." Alec pressed his lips to Magnus's in a hungry kiss. It was the perfect end for him. The sweet lips of his lovers were claiming him. There was an apology hidden in the kiss, as well as the love they had for each other. The honest feeling of love.

Magnus pulled back from Alec, to let out a loud shout of pain. The combined magic was opening wounds on his body. Deep red blood was running out of his nose, eyes and from the corners of his mouth. He felt the coldness surrounding him.

"Magnus! Magnus!" Alec was screaming, trying to hold him in his arms, yet, he couldn't. Magnus's body started to shake. "Magnus!"

"Move out of the way, shadowhunter." Bane saw his father kneeling next to him. Asmodeus grabbed both of Magnus's hands in his and started to chant.

Another screams were leaving the warlock's mouth, as the demon was retrieving his power. For a moment, Bane felt that every part of his body was ripped off, or as if he was eaten alive by some kind of hellish creature. Hotness and coldness were attacking his body alternately, making him sick and dizzy.

Magnus turned his eyes on Alexander. He wanted to wipe off the tears that were streaking down the beautiful face of his hunter.

With the last power in his voice he whispered. "Aku cinta kamu, my darling Alex…"

He let the darkness engulf him, as he closed his eyes, waiting for Lady Death to come for him.

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