I'm going to start off by saying three things:1: You're welcome.2: i'm sorry.3: I will explain myself after.

The Warlock of Notre Dame: Chapter Four- Heavens Light, or Hell's Fire?

Jace Pov- I walked around Paris, bored out of my mind. There was a big sale at the bakery today and Downworlders were forbidden to go inside, so Jonathan and I were tasked to guard the building.

"Don't you think it's weird that Downworlders aren't allowed to come inside the bakery? It's owned by a mundane who doesn't even know about Downworlders."

Jonathan shrugged, looking around us. "A lot of Nephilim eat at this bakery. Father doesn't want them to be disturbed by the filth of the streets."

The way Valentine and Jonathan saw Downworlders was still surprising to me. Especially since they had a warlock that Jonathan claimed to be like a brother. Most Nephilim hate Downworlders but Valentine seems to hate them on a whole other level. Jonathan just seems to want to make his father proud, so he blindly follows him.

I wanted to ask him why he cares so much what his father thinks, but I didn't get the chance. A group of werewolves walked up, trying to get inside the bakery, and Jonathan moved away from me and stepped in front of them.

"Downworlders aren't welcome at this establishment. You all should know that already, so get lost."

The leader, I believe his name was Bat, crossed his arms irritably. "Why shouldn't we be allowed to go inside? As far as the owner knows, we are just any normal customer. They will accept us."

"Yes, but the Nephilim do not. My father's word is law and he says this place is off limits to you."

Bat rolled his eyes. "Every place in Paris is off limits to us. Is there no where we can go? All we want is to buy some bread for our families."

Jonathan shrugged. "You have your own bakery ran by your own kind. Go there and get your bread."

The werewolves were getting irritated, they bared their teeth and clenched their fists, trying not to lose control of their rage. "We would if your father allowed him to have the proper ingredients to make his food. His bread and cakes never turn out."

"That's none of my father's concern. Now leave before we are forced to arrest you."

I looked at Jonathan, frowning slightly. "Can't we just go in and buy the bread for them?"

I was answered with a dark glare. "No! Why would you even ask that?"

"Jonathan," a female voice yelled, making Jonathan tense up slightly. I turned toward it and smiled, seeing it was the feisty red head I saw when I first got here. She had her hands on her hips as she glared at her brother. Alec Lightwood stood next to her, not looking any happier.

"Clarissa, what do you want? Can't you see that I'm doing work," Jonathan asked crossing his arms.

"There is no harm in letting these men go inside and order some bread for their families. Can't you look passed it just this once?"

"Not when it is against our fathers' law for them to do so. I'm sorry Clarissa, but I'm not the one who makes the rules. It wouldn't kill you to follow them occasionally."

She rolled her eyes at that. "I would if those laws were reasonable and made any sense. Downworlders not being able to go into Mundane owned establishments is just ridiculous. A customer is a customer, no matter how they were born or what may be in their blood."

I glanced down at the girls' arms, seeing that they were still covered in angelic runes. Members of the DDS were supposed to get their runes stripped, yet she and her mother still had them. Jonathan must have noticed where I was looking, because the next words out of his mouth were:

"Why do you still have those marks? If you and mother are so set on defending those creatures, you shouldn't half ass it. Go the mile and get your marks removed. That's the only thing that will get father to give up on the idea that you will be coming back."

Clary frowned slightly before shaking her head no. "Marks or no marks, we won't be returning to you. I wish it didn't have to be this way Jonathan. You and I have always been so close… but you're too much like father. I would be foolish to ever think you would go against him."

"You didn't even try," he growled lowly, clenching his fists. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who heard him because his sister and Alec didn't respond. Instead, Alec looked at the Werewolves.

"Tell us everything you want. Clary and I will go inside and order for you."

"You can't do that!" Jonathan yelled but they all ignored him, the werewolves giving Alec their orders. He nodded, mentally jotting them down, before going inside to get what they asked for. Jonathan watched Alec like a hawk before he huffed irritably, and stormed off, most likely to tell his father what happened.

I watched him go before looking over at the red head, smirking slightly. "You're going to give that boy stress wrinkles. What would all the girls of Paris do to you if you ruined his pretty face?"

She simply shrugged. "Guess they would have to either live with it or turn their affections elsewhere."

That statement made my smirk grow. "I guess they would still have me."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "I thought you said they wanted someone pretty."

"Ouch, you hurt my pride, my lady."

She smiled slightly. "Good. You seem like someone who needs their pride knocked down a few pegs."

I smiled back at her before bowing slightly. "My name is Jonathan Herondale, but you can just call me Jace."

"Ah, my father does seem to love his Jonathans. Tell me Jace, why have you come to Paris?"

I shrugged, standing up straight again. "I needed a change of pace. Being on the battlefield all the time can be very taxing."

"Herondale. Yes, your family is known for being war hero's. Why would you be any different? Well then 'Jace', why would someone as admirable as a Herondale work for someone like my father?"

I shrugged again. "Guarding Notre Dame seemed like an easy job. I have been fighting since I was fourteen years old. Guess I needed a break from all the bloodshed."

She stayed silent, seeming to think about that for a moment. If she was going to say anything else, she changed her mind once Alec Lightwood walked back out of the bakery, holding a big basket of bread and goods.

He handed the basket to the Werewolf head, who thanked him wholeheartedly. It surprised me that Werewolves had the ability to be grateful. I have always been told that Downworlders didn't feel things the way Shadowhunters and Mundanes do.

They walked away and Alec smiled, watching them as they went. I watched them as well before looking over at him. "Why did you help them? You didn't get anything out of it in return."

He frowned at this and turned toward me. "I didn't do it because I wanted something in return. I did it because it was the right thing to do. They needed help and I was able to provide it."

I just don't understand. Why go out of your way to help Downworlders? Where do I stand to be able to see things the way he does? I just don't get it.

I don't know what it is, but something tells me I need to stay close to Alec Lightwood to figure it all out.

"Well, I need to go meet my mom. Are you coming with me Alec," Clary asked; looking over at Alec. He shook his head no, holding up another basket of goods he managed to grab.

"I'm going to sneak into the institute and give this bread to Magnus. He deserves to have some good food as well."

I frowned at that. "You're pushing your luck trying to see that Warlock. He is Valentines personal tool. If it comes down to choosing between you and Valentine, he will always choose his master. You should stay away from him before you get hurt."

It looked like it took everything he had not to roll his eyes. "I'm not afraid of Valentine. Even if I was, it wouldn't matter. Magnus is my friend now and I am loyal to my friends. He won't let me help him, so bringing him some nice food will have to be what I do for now. Are you planning on getting in my way?"

I shook my head no. "It's none of my business."

He nodded before turning away, making his way toward the Cathedral. Clary watched him before looking back at me. "Alec told me you helped him before. Thank you for that."

I shrugged, "it was nothing really. I just told him where the warlock was located."

"It may be a small thing but it was still something nice. Maybe there is hope for you after all," she said before turning and walking away.

I watched her go until she was out of sight. Even when I couldn't see her anymore, I couldn't stop the rapid beating of my heart. This had never happened to me before. What could this feeling possibly be?

Magnus Pov- "It's been four days already and Alexander hasn't come back. What if he doesn't come back," I asked, pacing around the room.

"He will come back Magnus. You just have to be patient. I know how hard that is for you but at least try," Ragnor teased, making me roll my eyes.

Catarina sat on the ledge of the window, looking down at all the villagers going about their lives. There was a sale at the bakery today, so it was more alive than usual.

"It's nice that the baker is having such a great sale day. He hasn't had much business since the Accords Festival."

I nodded, sitting on the ledge next to her. "The cake Alexander bought for me was delicious. I wish I could have more of it."

Catarina smiled at that. "You could have all the cake you want if you just considered Alec's offer."

I sighed, pushing off the ledge and walking away, running my hands through my hair. "Catarina, you know I can't run away with Alexander. He promised me protection but there couldn't possibly be a place safe for me. You saw the way I was treated out there. Alexander is the only person out there who could possibly accept me."

I leaned against a stone wall, laying my head on it, feeling the coldness of it on my forehead. "No… I'm meant to be here with Master and Jonathan. This is my sanctuary."

Ragnor leaned against the wall as well, crossing his arms over his chest. "Jonathan told you that you could never talk to Alec again, yet you have been hoping he would come to visit you. That doesn't sound like someone who wants to stay with his 'family'.

"I know Jonathan thinks it's best that Alec and I never speak again, but I can't help it. Our time together was maybe the most fun I have ever had. I can't possibly go back to being so isolated after finally feeling what it's like to have real company."

Ragnor smacked his lips, offended and Catarina just laughed, seeming to agree with me. "I'm glad you still want to see Alec. It will be the first time you have ever gone against Jonathans orders."

Ragnor shook his head. "Nope. That honor goes to when you didn't listen to him about leaving the bell tower. We all saw how that turned out."

I frowned thinking about that for a moment. He was right. Leaving the bell tower was disastrous. Jonathan warned me that it wasn't safe, yet I ignored him and did what I wanted. Now he was warning me about Alexander and once again, I was willing to ignore him.

What if Alec turned out just like before? He could turn against me and hurt me more than anyone else. Should I really give him the power to hurt me? Maybe I should listen to Jonathan this time and just let Alec go.

"Magnus? Magnus, are you up here," Alec's voice hit my ears, automatically making all thoughts of leaving him alone, leave my head. Instead, the feeling of fluttering in my stomach returned.

Catarina had called it love.

"I'm by the windows," I called out, making my voice echo off the bells.

A few moments later, Alec Lightwood was in my line of vision, wearing a gray sweater and some black jeans. His dark mop of black hair was swept over his eyes slightly, but didn't hide them. The smile he gave me was the brightest thing about him.

"You came back… you really came back."

I couldn't shake the shock of his returning. A part of me thought he was just going to run off and never see me again. Guess I was foolish in thinking such a thing.

Alec stood next to me now, setting a basket on a stool and pulling the towel hiding what was inside, off, showing loafs of bread and some cheese. My mouth was watering at the smell of the freshly made food.

"I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to come back Magnus. I hope this makes up for it."

I hesitantly reached into the basket, taking some of the bread that was already in slices. My growling stomach wanted me to devour it, but instead I held it up to my nose, inhaling the smell of it. I can't remember the last time I had fresh food. Jonathan only ever brings me cold left overs.

"Thank you, Alexander… this is perfect."

His smile got even bigger, brightening up his face. He grabbed himself a slice of bread in one hand and picked up some cheese in another, holding it out to me. "This is really good cheese. You should try it. I wish I could have bought us some wine, but sadly, I couldn't afford it."

I shook my head no, taking the cheese from him. "This is good enough… you really didn't need to do any of this."

He waved me off with a flick of his wrist before sitting down and starting to eat. I hesitantly sat down next to him before taking a small bite of cheese. My taste buds exploded in a way they never have before. This was so much better than cold left overs and grapes.

I shoved the rest of the cheese into my mouth before grabbing some more. Alec laughed slightly before shaking his head. "Would Catarina and Ragnor like some?"

It shocked me that he asked that. I glanced over at my shoulder at them. Catarina was smiling at Alec but Ragnor rolled his eyes, not enjoying Alexander humoring me.

"No… I think they are good."

Alec nodded, grabbing some more bread and starting to tear it up, throwing the pieces into his mouth one at a time. "How have you been, Magnus?"

I shrugged, setting my food down on the floor. Alec quickly grabbed a napkin and set my food on that so it wouldn't get dirt on it.

"Master finally allowed me to heal my whip marks. I waited too long though so they ended up leaving scars. It doesn't hurt anymore though so… so that's great I guess."

This made Alec frown. He was always frowning when Master and Jonathan were involved. "You shouldn't have been hurt like that in the first place."

"It's my own fault for trying to see what was out there. Master told me not to go and I didn't listen."

"The world is nicer than you think Magnus. I swear that there are Downworlders out there that would love to get to know you. All the people who treated you badly were Nephilim. They are programed to be assholes, but not everyone is like that."

"You're not like that," I whispered softly before glancing up at him passed the bangs of my hair. Alec flushed slightly before glancing away, a small smile on his face.

"No… I'm not. I've never been much of a Nephilim. Between loving Downworlders and being attracted to men, my family pretty much saw me as a lost cause. My leaving probably didn't affect them at all."

I shook my head no, hesitantly sliding my hand close to Alec's until our pinky fingers were almost touching. "I can't imagine anyone not wanting you around Alec."

Alec's pinky moved closer to mine, brushing against it gently. It was such a small form of contact, but it lit my entire body on fire. Even with the windows that couldn't close, it was getting very hot in the room around us.

"The only people who would miss me are my sister Isabelle and my little brother Max. They accepted me for all my flaws, and even wanted to come to Paris with me. Father wouldn't allow it so they were forced to stay in New York."

I bit my lip slightly, letting my little finger brush against Alec's a little more. His skin looked soft but his fingers were slightly callused. "I would miss you if you went away Alexander…"

Alec turned toward me, looking in my eyes. His slightly pink cheeks turned a shade darker as he fully wrapped his pinky finger around mine. I looked down at our joint fingers before looking straight ahead at him. His face was closer to mine now, only inches away like when we danced together.

My heart was slamming inside my chest. The butterflies were a frenzy inside my stomach. Everything around me seemed to vanish, leaving just Alexander and I together in a magical void.

Alec looked right back into my eyes, a shy smile on his face. It was interesting, seeing Alec unsure of himself. He seemed to be soaking with confidence all the time. Maybe that's just what I saw, because my confidence isn't the best it could be.

However, looking in Alec's amazing blue eyes, and seeing that beautiful shy smile, made something shift inside me. Suddenly, I was bathing in confidence as I reached my free hand behind Alec's neck, and pulled him forward, making his lips come crashing against my own.

I didn't know what I was doing. I've never kissed anyone before. However, I have seen enough couples together to know how it works. Alec didn't seem disappointed. He let out a soft sigh before placing his free hand on my shoulder, clenching onto the fabric of my shirt tightly.

That only made the confidence inside me grow. I untangled our fingers, wrapping both my arms around Alec's waist, practically pulling him into my lap. He straddled me, his arms wrapped tightly around my neck. His fingers slide up my neck until they were entangled in my hair, and he clenched onto it slightly, causing a spark to run down my spine.

I never wanted this to end, but when my lungs started feeling like they were burning, I knew I had to pull away. I went to do so, but Alec just chased my mouth with his own, not letting our lips part. He wasn't ready for the kiss to be over either, and it sent more of those sparks, shooting down my back. This time however, they were going to a place much lower than just my spine.

Not being able to hold out any longer, Alec pulled away from me, gasping for air. A line of saliva linked us together still, until Alec's breathing broke it, making it trail down his chin. Something inside me stirred from seeing Alec like this. Panting for breath, his eyes dark and hooded by his long lashes, while my own saliva graced his perfect face.

Is this what love feels like? This sudden heat that takes over your body and makes you want to devour the person in front of you? Makes you want to melt your bodies together until you've become one whole person?

Could love really be this amazing?

The confidence in me just seemed to keep growing, along with another part of my body. Such a thing usually leaves me feeling embarrassed and ashamed of my sinful desires, but not now. How could anyone ever be ashamed of Alexander Lightwood? I could never be ashamed.

Leaning forward, I pressed my hot tongue against Alec's chin before licking upward, catching the trail of spit in my mouth. Alec shivered, a shaky groan escaping passed his lips as he clenched onto me harder, pulling my mouth more against his skin.

My hands moved up inside Alec's shirt, my mind no longer having control over them. I just wanted to feel every inch of Alec's body. My brain broke through my haze enough to remind me that I shouldn't touch Alec's bare skin. Once again, the fear of tainting him was present inside me.

I went to pull them away but Alec quickly reached back and grabbed my arms, keeping them in place on his back. I stopped licking up his neck, now looking in his eyes again.

"Alexander…"

Alec searched my eyes for a moment before leaning in close to my ear. His hot breath sent more shivers through me as he whispered, "I don't mind being tainted Magnus. I want to be tainted by you."

Something came over me from those words. A growl escaped my lips as I shoved Alec down to the ground and laid on top of him, ravishing his mouth once again. He wrapped his arms around my neck again, holding me so tight, our whole bodies were touching.

Alec was hard underneath his jeans and it was pressing against my own, making us both groan in delight. He moved his hips upward, making our hard-ons brush and causing a groan to escape my lips. Those sparks were igniting my blood, causing my entire body to feel like it was on fire.

Wanting to feel that again, I thrusted my hips against his, enjoying the panted breaths and slight moans escaping Alec's lips. He laid his head back and I used that chance to lick up his neck, to his chin, tasting the salty flavor of his skin. It was intoxicating.

My tongue licked Alec's bottom lip next and he gladly opened his mouth for me, allowing me to taste every corner of it. I could taste the cheese and bread we ate and it was even more delicious on Alexanders tongue.

We stayed like that for a while. Grinding our hips together and exploring each other's mouths. I never wanted it to end, but sadly, my alarm sitting on the pile of blankets that made up my bed, went off, signaling that it was almost time for me to ring the evening bells.

I broke my lips apart from Alec's, pressing my forehead to his as we caught our breath. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again, looking deep in mine. A smile graced his face, once again making his eyes light up.

How was it possible for someone to be this beautiful? Alexander truly was an angel from heaven. Every fiber of my being was telling me to worship him. To love him over any form of god. Even the angel Raziel himself couldn't compare.

"I need to ring the bells," I whispered softly, but the tone of my voice made it obvious that that was the last thing I wanted to do right now. Instead, I just wanted to stay like this with Alexander forever. I never wanted this moment to end.

Alec moved one of his arms from around my neck, now cupping my cheek in the palm of his hand and stroking it gently with his thumb. I closed my eyes, leaning into the gentle touch.

"Can I come back tomorrow night? Maybe after sundown," he asked softly, making me open my eyes again and look down at him. He was biting his lip, looking worried that I would reject him. Instead, I leaned down and kissed his lips so softly, our mouths barely brushed.

"You can always come back Alec. I don't care what time it is. Just as long as I get to see you, I will be happy."

Alec smiled happily at me before leaning up and kissing my cheek. I smiled at him before forcing myself to sit up. Alec sat up as well, starting to gather the food back into the basket. He stood up and walked over to an empty shelf, placing the basket inside as to hide it from Master or Jonathan.

"That way you can eat it later."

I nodded, not able to stop smiling. I didn't even know how great it felt to smile until I met Alexander.

"I'll see you tomorrow?"

He nodded walking back over to me. He grabbed my hands in his before bringing them to his lips. He kissed each hand before letting them go and turning away. I watched him make his way to the entrance and he looked over his shoulder at me one more time before taking his leave.

"That was painful to watch," Ragnor grumbled, making me flinch in surprise. I completely forgot that he and Catarina were here. Which means… which means they saw everything Alec and I did!

I felt like I should be embarrassed by that, but I was too happy to care. Alexander was coming back tomorrow. He wanted to see me again and nothing in the world felt more right.

Loving Alexander Lightwood felt so right.

Jonathan Pov- I sat in my room reading over the Shadowhunter codex like I do every night before bed. Most Nephilim didn't do this, but to me the codex was like the bible. You should read it at least once a day. It helps you stay in good graces with the angel Raziel.

There was a knock on my door, causing me to sigh. My father has been checking on me a lot the last few nights. He thinks my recent behavior of going out at night is questionable, and has been trying to get me to tell him what's wrong with me. It's not like I could tell him that my brain was being tormented by a blue-eyed vixen.

Another knock hit my door and I rolled my eyes, closing my book and getting up from my bed. "Have some patients, won't you?" I set the book on my bedside table before going to answer the door.

I opened my mouth to ask my father what he wanted, but my tongue ran dry, seeing it wasn't my father standing at the door.

Alec Lightwood stood there leaning against the doorframe. His blue eyes were playful as they looked me over. I swallowed hard before shaking my head, getting my thoughts back together.

"What are you doing here? I told you that the Institute was not welcome to you."

A smirk played on his face. "Technically, I am a mundane. Isn't Notre Dame a sanctuary to mundanes?"

I glared intensely at him. "It is a sanctuary to mundanes. It's not however, a place for traitors. You turned your back on the angel so you have no reason to be here. Take your wicked ways and leave at once."

Alec pouted, his lower lip sticking out slightly, making me bite down on my own lip.

"How can you so easily turn me away? I know that's not what you want. You don't want to push me away. You want to pull me closer."

I shook my head no as he pushed himself off the doorframe. He smirked playfully at me again, placing his hand on my chest and pushing me backwards. He kicked my bedroom door closed and locked it with his free hand, before continuing to push me back. I kept moving backwards until my legs hit the edge of my bed.

"What do you think you are doing? Who said you could lock us in here?"

Alec shoved hard on my chest, making me lose my balance and fall on my bed, laying on my back. He licked his lips before starting to unbutton the black button-up shirt he was wearing.

"We don't want anyone walking in on us, now do we?"

I glared up at him, trying to ignore the abs now exposed behind the now completely open shirt. "What do you think will be happening here?"

He looked like he was pondering it over for a moment before playfully pulling off his shirt, completely exposing his upper body to me. I had to stop myself from drooling over his rock-hard body.

"I think that you and I are going to have some fun together."

He threw his shirt to the ground before climbing onto the bed. I sat up quickly, going to shove him off but he quickly straddled my lap, wrapping his arms around my neck. My hands instinctually went to his waist, pressing my palms on each side of him.

"What you call fun, I call sin," I growled, ignoring my lower body that was betraying me, revealing my excitement. Alec took notice, brushing his nose against mine gently before rocking his hips once against me. A groan escaped passed my lips as I laid my head back, closing my eyes in pleasure.

"There is always fun in sin," he whispered, leaning in closer to me. My eyes squinted open, looking at his lustful blue ones passed my lashes.

My arms tightened around his waist, making his smirk grow. "Come on now Jonathan, sin with me," he whispered softly.

I opened my mouth to object but the vixen used that as his chance to attack. He stuck his tongue in my mouth, licking my pallet, making a shaky moan form in my throat. The heat in my mouth made my brain go blank. My fingers dug into Alec's hips hard enough to leave bruises. This caused him to groan in delight, his tongue still ravishing my mouth.

My mouth moved against his, tasting the sweet, hot crevasse of his mouth. He held me tighter, his hips thrusting against mine, painfully slow. I moaned deeply in his mouth, wanting to feel more of that delicious friction between us.

I moved my hands under his thighs, wrapping his legs around me before I stood up, turning us around before I shoved him on his back onto the bed. I draped my body on top of his, capturing his mouth in mine once again.

He wrapped his arms back around my neck, kissing me sloppily as I groaned my hips against his. His legs went around my waist so he would be able to feel more, and his hips met in time with mine, causing even more pleasure to course through us.

Alec broke our kiss, throwing his head back in pure delight. I leaned down, biting down hard on his neck making him cry out. His crying voice excited me on a whole new level. It made me want to hurt him in all the right ways.

"Jonathan… please… touch me," Alec begged, grabbing one of my hands and placing my palm against his hard-on. I licked my lips before undoing the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down agonizingly slow.

This caused Alec to whine and he looked up at me with tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. The sight of it made my heart soar. It made me want to do whatever the man beneath me asked for.

Oh, if Raziel could see how far I have fallen. At this moment, it was like Raziel didn't even exist. I had a new Messiah. A new angel to worship. He was laying underneath me.

His hands burned me like hellfire, but his eyes were like heavenly light.

I stopped the teasing, reaching into his pants and grabbing his hardened member, making him sigh with happiness. He thrust into my hand as I stroked him, not bothering to stifle his moans of delight. His arms tightened around me and I just closed my eyes, enjoying the sound of his cries and the feeling of him in my hand.

Alec placed his hands on each side of my face, pulling it close to his making me open my eyes again.

"Tell me you want me" he moaned, making a shiver run down my back.

His hands slide down to my neck as he leaned in, licking the shell of my ear, making me moan in response. "Tell me you lust for me."

He started kissing down my neck as my hand pumped him faster.

"Worship me. Tell me you would do anything for me. You would give up your angel for me. Tell me you would die for me."

He leaned back, looking in my eyes again, his dark in lust and pleasure.

"Tell me you love me."

All I could do was nod, the pleasure I was feeling was so strong, I couldn't even speak.

He leaned up, kissing me again and as he did, I felt his hot release in my hand.

I shot up in bed with a loud gasp, my hair plastered to my face from sweat. Catching my breath, I looked around my room, seeing that I was there all alone. Was it all a dream? Had Alec not really come to me?

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, wondering what the hell that dream was all about. It has been like this for the last four nights. I keep seeing Alexander in my room, in my father's office, even in alleyways in town. Every time, he convinces me to sin with him. To touch him in ways that were completely unacceptable.

Swallowing hard, I got out of bed and walked over to the fireplace, needing to be warmed, since the cold sweat left my body with a chill. The Shadowhunter Codex was sitting on a small table close to the fireplace. The light of the flames formed shadows around the book.

I picked it up with shaky hands, feeling numb as I looked over this thing that I have read more times than I could count.

Worship me.

Lust for me.

Do anything for me.

Love me…

The Codex slipped through my fingers, falling straight into the fireplace. I watched numbly as the flames licked the pages, slowly eating them away until they were nothing but ash.

I backed away, feeling the weight of the world lift off my shoulders, burning away with the book. A shaky smile made its way on my face, a giddy feeling taking over me.

"It's okay… I don't need that useless book anymore."

I reached over to the small table again, this time picking up the bandana Alec used for his performance at the festival. I held it to my face, inhaling his scent that was still on it.

"I have a new angel to worship now, and he will become mine."

I looked back at the flames in the fireplace, the giddy feeling now replaced with determination.

"No matter what it may cost."

Alec Pov- "Hello! Earth to Alec!? Are you listening to me?!"

A hand was suddenly waving in my face and I blushed, realizing that I was caught daydreaming. I was sitting in Blue Moon Tavern, a bar owned by the local werewolves in the area. I came here with Clary because she needed a drink after dealing with her 'stupid brother', as she put it. I was listening to her talk until my mind slowly drifted back to Magnus and the things we did this evening.

"I'm sorry Clary, what were you saying?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, looking at me skeptically. "Okay, what happened at the bell tower?"

"Nothing happened," I defended, but I could feel the heat of my cheeks betraying me. Damn my pale skin!

"Yeah, that huge blush on your face tells me otherwise. Tell me now and don't leave out any details."

I bit my lip, glancing away. "Well… I brought Magnus that basket of food like I said I would…"

Clary nodded. "Yes, and?"

"We were talking about what happened at the festival and then got into my family and how my parents didn't want me around. He told me he would miss me if I was gone and then suddenly… we were making out."

She raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on her face. "What sort of making out?"

I covered my face with my hands, embarrassment eating away at me now. "Can we not talk about this?"

She shook her head no, enjoying my misery. "Nope. Come on Alec. I told you not to leave out any details and I meant it. What kind of Make out are we talking about? The gentle kissing kind or the, we could possibly have sex right now kind?"

Her saying it out loud made me feel ten times worse. I knew her though, and I know she won't let this go until I give her what she wants.

"More like… us laying on top of each other, sucking face while thrusting against each other kind of make out… oh god, what happened to me?"

I kept my face in my hands feeling even more embarrassed now. Clary was silent, making me peek at her through my fingers. She was looking at me with a genuine look of surprise on her face. It didn't last long though, because it soon turned into a wicked smirk.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood, that is so unlike you. I've seen you dance with guys but I never saw you as the type of person who makes out with guys he barely knows."

I dropped my hands frowning slightly. "That's the thing. I'm not that kind of person. I don't just make out with random guys."

Sighing, I glanced away, feeling the blush still burning my face. "Magnus didn't feel like just a random guy though. While we were kissing and… and other stuff, I felt a genuine connection with him. My heart was beating so fast and my blood was practically boiling. My stomach was in knots with nerves but they felt like the good kind of nerves."

Clary smiled at that. "Sounds like you are in love."

I looked at her shocked. "That couldn't possibly be it. I barely know Magnus. We have only met a couple times."

"There is such a thing as love at first sight Alec. If you felt that strongly while being with Magnus, then there is a chance you are in love with him."

I clenched my hands together, feeling my heart slamming against my ribcage. "Magnus lives up in that bell tower and has no intention of ever leaving it. He blindly follows Valentine and Jonathan and trusts them above all else. How can I possibly be in love with someone like that?"

She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "That's not something I can answer for you. That is something you have to figure out for yourself. I don't know Magnus, but from what you told me, he has a kind soul. Try to get him away from my father and brother before they ruin it."

"Magnus won't leave Notre Dame. He is too afraid of being hurt the way he was at the festival. All those people ruined that experience for him and now he is traumatized. I don't know how to convince him to leave."

"Have him fall in love with you too. Then maybe he will choose you over everything else. Love makes us do crazy things. It could either be a blessing or a curse. In Magnus's case, let's hope it's a blessing. The poor guy goes through enough."

I frowned thinking that over for a moment before nodding, grabbing my drink and chugging it.

so I wasn't going to make the scene between Alec and Jonathan so sexual, but i felt it was nessary. I felt it was the best way to show how Jonathan's lust for Alec and the version of Alec he's so infatuated with is corrupting him.

I will make up for it next update for sure ;)