Short update guys, I started my new semester in university and life's been kinda hectic, anyway, enjoy! Thank you for reading :)

Chapter 1: Sweet are the dreams.

He was surrounded by a thick fog that made it quite difficult for him to look an anything. His body felt cold, so very cold, and he was tired. Nothing about this place made sense, by the angel, he couldn't even remember how he had got here!

He could hear a voice in the distance, sweet and demanding. Beckoning him to follow its lead.

Remember that your days are counted, little Nephilim. And they all belong to me. You belong to me now.

"Who's there?" Blast this fog! He couldn't see anything.

Forgotten about me so quickly, have you? But don't worry, we will have time to get to know each other.

Alec squinted his eyes, something was moving in the distance. A dark silhouette that was barely visible in the fog was approaching him slowly, as it advanced more and more of its features were recognizable. It was a man. Tall, thin and pale. He was about the same height as Magnus, with strange red eyes that had a ring of orange around the iris, his hair was a mess or curls that were an unnatural blood-red. Not a mundane, but not a shadowhunter or a fairy either.

The man was smiling crookedly at him and Alec couldn´t help but notice that the self-confidence this person exuded and the nature of his cocky grin reminded him slightly of Jace, thought his step-brother and this strange man shared no physical resemblance.

So good to see you again, Alexander Lightwood

It took a moment for the shadowhunter to realize that the man's lips were not moving. He as not speaking. At least not physically it was like his words blended with the surrounding fog and resounded all around them.

"Do I know you?" Alec was sure he would remember meeting this man.

The man mocked chagrined surprise, and took his hand to his chest. Great, another drama lover, just what Alec needed in his life!

I am truly disappointed now Alexander. I thought I had made quite an impression back in Central park.

"Central park…"

He was bombarded with images. The balls of fire that attacked him. Being separated from the others. Pain and a lack of air, a stabbing pain in his heart, and there was something else, something that he KNEW was important but that he couldn´t seem to remember…

"You are that shapeless demon" It was not question. Everything made sense now.

"Indeed I am. I'm happy that you remember me"

That threw Alec off, why was it that the demon had a physical form here? Wherever here was. Instead of being the same shapeless cloud he remembered from the park.

"You look…different"

The demon laughed "This is what I really look like, I can't have this appearance in the human world because my body was destroyed with very powerful magic"

"So that's it, isn't it?" Alec finally understood.

"Magnus' magic destroyed your body and you attacked me to frighten him? That's really lame, I told you quite a few times that we are not together anymore"

The demon closed in on him, pinning his gaze with those strange, fiery eyes. One of the demon's hands grabbed his chin, lifting his face slightly, his other arm closed around Alec's waist, pushing him closer to the demon.

"We have been through this Alexander"

The shadowhunter could feel the demon's breath in his face. Unlike his cloud-form, he smelled pleasantly like bitter almonds. He knew that was not really a good think. There was a certain poison that smelled like that.

"Bane loves you like he has never dared love anyone before. I can see through his façade, to the greatest fear he hides. You will be the means to his destruction, and in the process I will finally reclaim was is righteously mine!"

"Your… body?"

"Correct. I'm counting on you for that, if Magnus Bane must get desperate enough to trade the means to recover my body in exchange for your life"

Alec was skeptic, Magnus was not a petty person and no matter how angry he was about that betrayal he still would do the right thing. But if that demon was strong enough to conjure this illusion, speak with his mind and attack him and his siblings in the park without a body, then he didn't want to imagine what he COULD do with his body.

Instead of voicing his thoughts, Alec simply asked "Where are we?"

"Inside your consciousness, it seems like our encounter was a bit too much for your body to bear and you passed out, thought I did cast quite a powerful curse on you".

A vow of love will keep you safe

Yet scorn and pride will seal your fate…

There was something else, something about fifteen days… But Alec's mind refused to cooperate with him. Now that the curse had been brought to the front of his mind though, he became aware of a light throbbing in his head and a stabbing sensation in his chest that was barely painful enough to be annoying. He struggled away from the demon's tight grip and took a hand to his chest.

He didn't know what he had expected, that his heart was beating faster than usual or something, but there was nothing out of the ordinary and yet, on a hunch, he pulled down the collar of his shirt. What he saw shocked him. On the left side of his chest, right above his heart, was a small reddish brown design that he couldn´t really identify, it looked like a thorny spiral, but when his eyes fixed on it the design seemed to shift and change making it hard to properly describe it.

"That symbol is a countdown" The demon explained.

"It's written in a long forgotten demon dialect called Malath Konic. Each symbol is a number. The countdown marks the fifteen days you have to break the curse before it is too late to save you".

"So, why is it shifting around like that?"

"Because those fifteen days are a rather subjective matter"

At that the demon shot him a smug smile that Alec wished to knock off his face with a fist.

"It is all up to Magnus really" he continued "If he swears a vow of love and loyalty and proves it to you with an action that fits the nature of your bond, then you can be save at any moment before that deadline. However, if he does not do this or if his pride and sense of betrayal makes him say or do things that bring harm to your relationship then he can accelerate the process, that doesn´t leave many options now, does it?"

Needless to say, Alec was infuriated with all of this.

"I will not play this game of yours!" the shadowhunter roared "I will not force Magnus to take me back, I will not help you make him suffer, for all I know, this is one of your infamous fake curses, and even if it is not, I will face it by myself!"

The demon hugged him again, bringing their bodies as close as it was physically possible "You are free to believe whatever you want my angel, it will not change the outcome for you. I will be watching you closely, so be sure to give it your best shot ok, do it for me"

Alec sensed the faint brush of lips against his cheek, and for some reason that made the dull ache in his chest rise to a blazing agony. He saw the fog around him lift and the white space he had been in shattered like glass, he could feel himself falling but still had the presence of mind to yell at the demon and demand his name before he passed out again. The demon owed him that much, after everything he had been through for this stupid revenge.

He saw the demon's lips move, and faintly, as if from a great distance, he heard a voice address him.

"You may call me Sonneillon, Alexander, the demon of hate. Soon Alexander, you will learn just how powerful my hate can be".

Sonneillon…Alec knew that name meant trouble, he had to warn the others about the possible return of such a strong demon, but right now he couldn´t think of anything but the burning pain in his body and the sensation of falling, falling endlessly…

Cliffy! I'll try to update before next wednesday since this was so short, lots of love :D