Magnus woke up with a start gasping for air, tears still falling from his eyes. "A dream… It was a dream, only a dream… Thank Raziel…" He muttered trying in vain to calm down. His heart was racing and he almost felt physical pain from what he saw. The mission file that he held when he fell asleep, fell to the floor making him jump, and he realised that everything was a dream. Even Alec's return. And then it hit him. "What if the nightmare wasn't just a dream? What if it was a premonition?" Without even stopping to consider it more, he got up and ran.
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Alec felt a shiver up his spine and looked around uneasily. He hadn't told Magnus about the state of the man's previous victims because he knew he would die from worry if he heard all the dead bodies were found with their eyes removed. (He didn't think Magnus would actually read the file.)
They suspected the man was using them for a spell or something, but had almost zero information on the matter. That's why they had resorted to using more drastic measures, meaning Alec had ended up being forced to flirt with a freakin' psychopath in order to get more info. And maybe, just maybe, act as bait too, even though he was never going to tell Magnus that. He would be too furious. Especially since the last part was Alec's idea. (After all, he'd much rather act as bait for a murderer, than flirt with him, thank you very much.)
He sighed under his breath. Despite everything, (and to his great surprise), his baiting had actually worked and the man, (his name was Damien) had asked him to meet him later. Alec had smiled brightly, while gagging inwardly, and accepted, acting more than happy to see him again.
The Nephilim heard a noise and turned immediately, his hand reflexively going to the concealed seraph blade on his belt. His blue eyes scanned the area for threats but found nothing. He turned back, to keep going and came face to face with Damien.
"Hello Alexander…" The man purred and Alec froze in his tracks, staring at him in shock. While his eyes had been brown before, now they were green and yellow, and the iris was slit like a cat's.
'Magnus' eyes…' He thought before correcting himself. 'No. They are nothing like them.'
Magnus had the most beautiful eyes Alec had even seen in his life, and even though the man's eyes looked almost the same, they were cruel and full of hate, where Magnus' were kind and full of love.
Those were Asmodeus' eyes. 'A Warlock… How could we not see it before?' The Shadowhunter thought.
The man's grin widened, seeing realisation dawn in Alec's eyes. "Little Nephilim. Did you really think you could fool me with your petty tricks?" He said touching Alec's face softly, a touch coming in total contrast with his eyes that were bloodthirsty.
The boy tried to move away and realised in his horror, that he was rooted in place, totally frozen, caught in the Warlock's magic.
Damien's smile widened. "Scared? Don't be. We're going to have so much fun together, my dearest brother's pet."
Alec's eyes widened once more and the man laughed. "Oh c'mon. Don't act so surprised, I'm sure you noticed." He took a step closer and leaned to whisper to him, his breath making Alec shiver, but not in a good way. "So what do you say? Will you have fun with me? I assure you, I can be so much better than my baby brother."
Alec gritted his teeth turning his head away. "I'd rather die." He said defiantly,
"That can be arranged." The half-demon said, almost touching him, making him wanna crawl out of his skin in disgust. "But why? Since you're into monsters with demon marks, I fit your bill too little angel."
"Don't you dare call him a monster. He's nothing like you or your father!" The Nephilim growled.
Damien pulled away from him and dropping his head back laughed out loud. "This is so amusing! A Nephilim defending a filthy Downworlder? So you actually like him? I was certain it was lust that drew you to him. Just another Shadowhunter using him to get what he wants."
Alec glared at him trying to release himself, wanting nothing more than to attack the guy. "I don't 'like' him. I love him." He snarled.
"That's a heavy word little boy. And what about him? Does he 'love' you too?"
"Of course." Alec said, but there was uncertainty creeping in his voice, after the last time he saw Magnus, shouting at him before he left.
"That's cute. And does he still love you, after seeing you flirt with me? That must have hurt." He said, a huge smile in his face, as if Magnus' pain was a gift to him.
Alec's eyes widened. "You knew…"
"If I knew?" He laughed. "Ignorant little humans. You really are blind. Everything was part of my plan. Didn't it strike you as odd that the victims all had blue eyes and dark hair? I'm surprised it didn't ring a bell. Hasn't Magnus ever told you it's his favourite combination? I did it all to lure you out."
"All those people…" Alec choked out. "Died because of me?"
"Don't flatter yourself boy. They died because of me. Your part in this was fleeting. After all, you were just a means to an end."
"What end?" Alec demanded, feeling sick.
Damien smiled. "Hurting Magnus of course. And what better way to do it than hurting you. His pretty boy toy."
"Mags…"
"At first, I only intended to kill you." The Warlock went on. "But then you went and made it better. Flirt with me?" He laughed again. "Whose idea was that? Your pretty sister's no doubt! Or maybe the blond guy's? Either way, it was the perfect chance." He said, not waiting for an answer. "So I called my dear brother and pretending to be a client asked him to come to the club. After all, thinking you betrayed him would be greater torture than just killing you. When he finally thought he found the one after eons of wandering alone, he sees 'the one' flirting with someone else. How perfect is that?" He laughed as Alec stared at him in shock.
"No… It can't be…" 'We were played for fools…'
"Stupid Shadowhunters, I can't believe you really thought you could fool me. But it's okay. I really enjoyed the after show. You should have seen his face as he run away. The shock, and the pain. He really couldn't believe it. But of course the evidence was right there, sitting in front of his eyes, so he had no chance but to take it. And then he ran. Like a beaten puppy. Oh how glorious it was! He-"
"Shut up." Alec interrupted him, his low voice trembling with rage, so much it was hard to hear what he said.
"What was that?" Damien smiled in false pretence.
"I said… SHUT UP!" The Nephilim shouted. "Don't you dare talk about him!"
"Or… what?" The Warlock asked baring his teeth.
"Or it will be the last thing you do." Alec said.
"Oooh I'm sooo scared!" The man taunted him. "C'mon then. Do something. I'm right here."
Alec struggled more but it was in vain. The magic was too strong.
"That's what I thought." He said, an evil smile plastered on his face. "Now then. Let's see if Magnus dear will still love you once I'm done with you."
He moved his hands and black fire appeared, surrounding them. Alec turned his head, praying that Magnus wouldn't have to see the results of this attack.
"Afraid yet? Aren't you going to beg?"
"Never."
"But if you do, I may consider letting you see my brother again."
Alec grit his teeth saying nothing.
"So stubborn. Fine then." He said and the fire died out. "Let's see for how long you can keep up this attitude."
