Chapter 3 : May the Angel protect him :
When Magnus left, Alec found himself alone with the cat in the wizard's apartment. Alexander sighed deeply before looking at his new environment. He had already come to Magnus, but he had never actually taken the time to observe. The room was dark, purple and black. There was a wardrobe containing long and short pajamas. The four poster bed was old, dark wood and the sheets were of silk… No less. The bedside tables seemed to be the same time as the bed, as were the lamps on it. And the windows overlooked a small park that looked peaceful. He put his bag on the floor and decided to explore the place, something he had never done before. To the left of the door to enter the room was another one. Alec put his fingers on the handle before pushing the door. His breath snapped into his throat as he opened his eyes wide. He had to dream, he saw only this as an explanation. In front of him stood the dressing room of Magnus Bane. Tha walls were hidden by large cupboards without door letting see the incredible amount of clothes of the warlock. He sank into the corridor that formed the dressing room. He had seen a door at the opposite side of the room. The wardrobes of the dressing room were crumbling under the clothes. Shirts, T-shirts, polo shirts, tank tops, suits, jeans… In all possible fabrics, in all possible colors. And shoes… Hundreds maybe. SHould he mention the jewerly corner of the warlock ? The latter grouped his necklaces, his bracelets and his rings, all placed so as to see the whole of the jewel. No doubt to better choose which ones went best with his ourfit of the day. Arriving at the door, something attracted his attention to his right. A mahogany dressing table. Alec swallowed before opening a first drawer and he nearly choked with his saliva, why so much eye shadow ? The other drawers contained foundations, eyes-liners, glitter, nail polish, gloss and Lipsticks ? What was the warlock doing with lipstick ? The shadowhunter drew back and shook his head from left to right to regain his spirits. He didn't want to know. Elder Lightwood opened the door opposite to the « Hell's entrance », according to him, and quickly close dit behind him. When he opened his eyes, he was blown away by what he saw once more. By the Angel, what a bathroom ! The shower was Italian and able to accommodate 4 people. The corner bathtub by doing as much to see more and had lots of options to ensure maximum relaxation. The two sinks in front of a three-by-three-meter glass were made of beige marble, just like the entire room. Next to it was a small chest of drawers on which lay soap and a tooth-brush rack. When he opened one of the two drawers, he noticed that the chest of drawers contained towels. Large and small, all white. Then the hunter's eyes slid to the left. There was another door. She led him back into the living room, with to his left a small corridor leading to the room. To the right was a last door, Alec pushed it and fell on a large kitchen. The worktops formed an angle along the wall at the bottom and half the wall on the right. To the left on the back wall was a large fridge. And in the center of the room, an island with high stools. Of course, Magnus had the latest state-of-the-art equipment in terms of induction hob, coffee maker, toaster, microwave, oven, dishwasher. Once, however, seemed ancient; the teapot. It was a bit of a task in this modern setting but it had to be precious for Magnus to keep. The Lightwood returned to the living room and detailed it, it oscillated between the Victorian era of tapestries and some furniture, including libraries, and modern especially with the wall table to the left of the door, lamps and sofas. Magnus had to use magic to change the size of his apartment. The hideout in which they had met had been much greater than the present apartment. The double door in front of the balcony window led to Magnus's special magic room, where they had invoked the demon of memory. And at the moment it was locked. Chairman Meow was rolled into a ball on one of the sofa's cushions. He barely raised his ears when he heard Alec sigh. The young man dropped down, sighing on the sofa in the drawing-room. He was divinely mellow. He closed his eyes with happiness. Why did not he have that at the Institute ? Comfort would help them increase their combat effectiveness. He turned his head towards the coffee table in front of the giant screen on the wall. What was that? Why did Magnus have a screen like the Institute ? The shadow hunter got up and tried to pass his stele on to activate it but nothing happened :
-What is this thing ?
Chaiman Meow had pity on his guest, he jumped on the coffee table and mewed to attract Alec's attention. He looked at the animal patting the remote with the tip of his paw. This cat was far too intelligent to the taste of the shadowhunter who frowned with suspicion before approaching very slowly the black case. He watched the buttons before pressing "On". He jumped as the screen came on. A woman was talking about a new nail polish that was actually saying miracles. The Lightwood pressed on other buttons and ended up falling on a chain reserved for the worlds of shadows. It was a bit like human information but specific to their world. Even though he was not at the Institute, he could work well from the wizard's apartment. He would have liked to train but he did not have a training bag here and he could not return to the Institute since he did not have the keys to close the door of the apartment behind him.
His telephone rang :
-Izzy ?
-Are you at Magnus's place ?
-Yes. He came to fetch me.
-Everything's fine ?
-He left me alone for the time I set up.
-He gave you a room ?
Alec blushed :
-Euh… More or less.
-But still…
-I'm going to sleep in his room.
There was a silence :
-And he's going to sleep with you…
-I suppose.
-It's incredible what he can do for what he wants.
-I'm not an object, Izzy.
-I know, it's a mere expression. Relax.
-How do you want me to relax ? I'm stuck at Magnus until he comes back and I don't know when i twill be. I don't have the keys so I cannot even go out and make sure the perimeter is safe… I…
-Alec !
The eldest of the Lightwood family was silent :
-Breath. Magnus will probably give you a set of keys when he returns. You don't need to check if the perimeter is safe, Magnus had to take all the precautions of the world to conceal his apartment and protect it with magic protection. You're in the safest place in the world I think… Efter Idris.
Alec sighed :
-You're probably right.
He guessed his siter's smile behind her phone :
-I would like to thank you. Once again. Without you, I would probably be exiled and deprived of my runes at the present time.
-It was Jace and Clary who saved you, not me.
And the young man thought his words. He had had the impression that he had served no purpose at all in this affair except to condemn himself and his family :
-I forbid you to think that Alec ! Magnus won my case and without this story with the cup, I would owe him my life. You are the only one who has done something to help me and for that I would be eternally grateful to you. Magnus too but, my brother first.
The young man smiled :
-Thank you Izzy.
His sister perhaps didn't know, but she had just warmed her heart and swept away his sombre thoughts :
-How do the other take the news ?
-Jace passes his nerves on a training bag. Clary feels guilty. Lydia understands and seems… Happy with the situation. Sha said she was happy for you, that you were finally going to be happy.
Alec closed his eyes, Lydia was really a pearl, she had been ready to join her life to take the lead of the Institute at his side and to help him to restore his family's coat of arms. And today, she let him leave without history, perfectly understanding th situation :
-Mom is still cursing Magnus and you for being « so stupid ». And dad doesn't really know how to react. He is glad that I am safe, that you have striven for me, but he doesn't really know what to think about Magnus's intentions. They both think he's going to use you as a sex toy to take revenge on them until he has enough and then either he'll kill you or he'll release you. But…
There was a friction and then Maryse's voice echoed in the ears of the eldest son :
-Alexander ?
-Mom ?
-The idea that you become a sexual slave doesn't enchant me at all but if it is that this warlock expects from you ... Be the best lover that he has ever had. Do whatever he wants to let you live.
The blood of the shadowhunter froze in terror. He had to dream. Did his mother really ask him to spread his legs for Magnus Bane ? :
-By the Angel I hate Bane, spat Maryse.
-Mom ? Are you asking me to become a… One… Well… You know what I mean ?
-I'm asking you to do whatever is necessary to keep you alive… Your father and I don't want to lose you…
Wo, it was the first time that his mother showed such strong feelings for him and that she expressed them :
-I… Euh…
New friction noise :
-Don't listen to what she says ! Magnus isn't like that. He will not do anything to you without your consent.
And Izzy hung up. Probably to yell at their mother not to say that kind of stuff. But she wasn't wrong. The contract he signed made him become the "whore" of the high warlock of Brooklyn. Yet he had read that Magnus was committed to making his happiness so it was not really becoming his whore ... So ? The young man leaned back on the sofa and took his head in both hands. He grabbed a cushion and threw it away into the room with force. It was his way of calming his nerves. Unfortunately for him, the cushion struck a pot of flowers that crashed to the ground, bursting into pieces, spreading water and flowers on the floor. Alec jumped up and bit his lower lip as he watched the disaster. He rushed to the bathroom, picked up a towel and went immediately to sponge the puddle. He glanced at the pieces of what was a pot. Magnus was about to kill him. This pottery looked old and precious ... The shadowhunter began to collect the fragments to try to re-glue them… Or to throw them :
-Aïe !
Alec had just cut himself off. He carefully removed the culprit from his finger and wound his wound to his mouth to suck blood. Thin fingers wrapped around his wrist and forced him to stop sucking his finger :
-And if you swallow small pieces of glass ?
Alec looked up at Magnus :
-I leave you about thirty minutes and when I come back, you've already broken something ?
-I… I'm sorry.
The warlock smiled :
-Don't worry Alexander.
He snapped his fingers and the vase rebuilt before climbing back to his place on the table. Water poured in by itself and then flowers came out as all traces of the incident disappeared. Elder Lightwood blinked eyelids several times as he watched the sorcerer's magic take effect. But he quickly turned his attention to Magnus when the latter put a soft kiss on the wound of his guest. Blue sparks left the wizard's lips to close the flesh of the black. The latter flushed furiously at this sign of affection :
-And now you have nothing.
-… Thank you.
-You're welcome.
Magnus released his wrist and turned his heels :
-That customer was particulary annoying, he said pulling off his jacket. I'm glad I finished this transaction.
The warlock opened the door until then closed in the living room using his magic. Alec stood up and watched the new play. It was quite large and the walls were hidden by shelves full of plants, stones, books and other strange things. There was a cauldron or something approaching in the left corner of the room. Magnus opened a box and poured the contents of a leather purse inside. Alec easily recognized the sound of coins :
-You don't have a bank account ?
The warlock allowed himself to laugh :
-Ho dear, of course, I have accounts in banks. Full for most. But I'm from the old days, I like to have a hiding place of wealth at my fingertips.
He removed the empty purse and placed the box on the shelf. The latter disappeared slowly thanks to a spell :
-But I intend to devote some of my money to offer you a new wardrobe. You need it.
Alec arched an eyebrow :
-Pardon ?
-Don't worry. I'll accompany you for this mission.
-Are you going to buy me a dresser ?
Magnus laughed :
-Dresser ? Let's be serious. I'll offer you your own dressing room.
The shadowhunter opened his eyes wide :
-And where are you going to pu it ? You have no free rooms from what I have seen.
-I'm a warlock, do you remember ? I can model this place as I see fit.
Yes, it's true and to support his sayings, he illuminated his hands in blue and the walls began to move :
-Here.
Magnus led them to his dressing room, the latter had been enlarged. On the left wall had been made a sinking which plunged several meters to form a square lot before resuming its normal suite until the door of the room. The new square had its own empty cupboards :
-Woha.
-As you can see, we have plenty to do.
Alec decided to push his luck, since the warlock seemed in a good mood :
-You think you could make me a training room ?
Magnus fixed the ceiling a second, reflecting :
-Why not.
The warlock returns to the living room and creates a ball of blue magic in the hollow of his palm. In no time, a space was created between the wall of the TV and that of the kitchen. A small corridor formed and a new door appeared as well as a new bay window :
-Be my guess.
Alec advanced very slowly into the new corridor before putting his hand on the handle and opening the door. He fell on a room of about thirty square meters with 3 bay windows that let in a lot of lights. He had a great view of Brooklyn. And the warlock had also created a training bag and various weight machines :
-I can't wait to see you at work Alexander, the warlock whispered in his ear.
Alec shuddered, he was much too sensitive to Magnus's presence and contact. May the Angel protect him.
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