A/N: I am so sorry about being a day behind. I got sidetracked with rewriting and posting chapter one. Has anyone been watching Shadowhunters? I have mixed feelings about the show so far, but I think it has potential.

I would like to thank you all so, so much for the support you've shown this story. It means the world to me.

Chapter Song: Chasing the Sun (The Wanted)

Disclaimer: I still don't own any recognizable content. As a result, I am still sad.

~Flying First Class~

Alec didn't really comprehend how tired he was until Lucifer cheerfully decided they would walk the rest of the way to the vampire nest. His eyes were getting heaver and his feet were dragging with every step forward. His feet were sore from walking so much, and he desperately wanted to curl up and sleep for a few days.

The sun set quickly, casting the busy city in shadows. Alec longed for the days when he could have a nap during the day before any nightly missions.

Lucifer gave him a sidelong look, not slowing his pace. He looked concerned. "What in Father's name is wrong with you?"

Alec felt a rush of irritation. "In case you'd forgotten, I've been up since five o'clock in the morning with about three hours of sleep. I'm exhausted."

Lucifer still looked confused. "But that is a mortal limitation."

Alec barely restrained himself from making a rude remark. "Lucifer, I am a mortal."

"No, you're not," Lucifer claimed.

"Yes, I am."

Lucifer shook his head. "No. You used to be mortal, but now you are immortal and the King of Hell. There is a massive difference. You should be able to go a lot longer without sleep now."

Now Alec was the confused one. "What? How much longer?"

Lucifer shrugged, seeming to observe a clothing store. "It depends. Angels don't need to sleep, unless they're stripped of their grace. Most demons only need to sleep a few hours every week or so. The most powerful demons, like Asmodeus, only need to sleep when they're injured and need the extra energy. I had assumed you were like Asmodeus and just enjoyed sleeping."

Alec stared at Lucifer incredulously, barely sidestepping to avoid a precariously parked car. "You thought that I slept just because I enjoyed it?!"

Lucifer looked sheepish. "It is not uncommon. Father knows Belphegor likes to sleep as much as he can get away with."

Alec took a deep breath. "Did you just compare me to the Prince of Sloth?"

"Okay, so that was a bad example," Lucifer conceded. "But that doesn't change the fact that you should need less sleep. Maybe it's psychological?" he mused.

"Psychological?" Alec repeated. "You think I'm sleeping because I think that I should be?"

"It would make sense. That would also mean that you are only feeling sleepy because you think you should after how long you've been without good sleep," Lucifer mused. "You don't seem to be sleepy now, even though you were fifteen minutes ago."

Alec realized with some shock that he was right. "It could just be a burst of energy from debating. We don't know if your theory is right."

Lucifer shrugged. "We can figure out later. For now, though, we're a little over half a mile from the nest, and we don't need to broadcast our conversations."

Alec nodded in agreement. In New York City, the vampires wouldn't be able to hear them quite just yet, but out in the country with little to no noise, a vampire could hear a heartbeat a dozen miles away. He found himself shivering a little at the thought. To him, vampires had always been the most unnerving downworlders.

Lucifer pretended not to notice and passed over both his shadow cloak and his crown. In the next movement, the fallen angel was wearing his own pale gold crown.

Alec slipped his own crown on and pulled his cloak around himself. He naturally started to walk quieter. The shoes that both he and Lucifer were wearing were made from the leather of a livestock in one of the dark realms. The thing about the dark realms was that the creatures living there were made for stealth.

Lucifer had already put his regal mask in place – a mixture of natural superiority and amusement that always made people feel like they were being laughed at.

Alec went ahead and made his own expression look a little more regal. Unlike Lucifer, he just wiped most emotion off his face except for light curiosity and the barest hint of amusement. Granted, the amusement was hard to wipe off anyway once Lucifer started his dramatics.

They both slowed to a fluid stop once they were in front of the nest. They silently waited, staying still. It was effortless for Lucifer, but Alec had the horrible habit of something always itching when he was supposed to stay still. Right now, it was his left eyebrow. Go figure.

They didn't have to wait long, though. Suddenly there was a light swoosh of air, and a darkly clad figure was falling off the roof of the nest. The man landed in a bracing crouch and was back on his feet in the next second.

The vampire, as he was definitely a vampire, had a light smirk on his young-looking face. He had curly black hair, and his skin was honey colored. He held himself with the grace of a predator.

Lucifer watched the vampire unblinkingly. "Raphael."

Raphael flashed his teeth in an almost excited manner. "Lord Lucifer," he agreed, in a formal lilt. Intense eyes flicked to Alec next. "King Alexander. It is an honor to welcome you to the largest nest in New York."

Lucifer seemed amused at the silky commentary. "And we thank you for having us." He looked around in an obvious look of distaste. "If we could take this inside . . ?"

Raphael grinned. "But of course."

As the vampire turned around, Alec saw a strange scar his chest in the shape of a crucifix. He followed with a frown on his face, wondering what could have caused the scar. Crucifixes burned vampires, but had the vampire been captured and tortured, or was something different going on.

If he had been captured and tortured, why would he wear clothes that obviously showed it? Maybe he'd killed his kidnappers? Still, though, wouldn't a vampire higher in the hierarchy want to conceal the fact that someone had managed to capture him?

He shook of the thoughts when they entered the nest – amusingly named Hotel Dumort. The first floor area was open. It extended up multiple floors, and on each floor there was a balcony overlooking it. Gathered on each balcony was hundred of vampires, all curiously watching the newcomers.

Lucifer seemed to drink in the attention with a sardonic smirk up. Alec just felt somewhat uncomfortable with that many people looking at him like he was a puzzle to be figured out.

"Friends," Raphael said in a normal toned voice. All of the vampires would have heard him if he had been whispering. "We have important guests this night. Presenting Lord Lucifer and King Alexander."

There was silence for a moment until a female vampire on the third floor wolf-whistled, and suddenly cheers were going up, the other vampires not needing any other excuse to be loud.

Raphael had a blank face and a light smirk when he turned, but Alec could see exasperated fondness in his eyes. "Follow me. They will be like this for the rest of the night. We can have more privacy in my office."

They followed the nest leader to a more secluded area. They went into a lavishly decorated area, and they were both gestured to sit down. The second the large oak doors closed, a heavy ward slid into place, rippling across Alec's skin like water.

Lucifer's eyebrows rose. "That is a very powerful privacy ward. Who did it?"

Raphael easily lowered himself into his own chair with a lazy smile. "They started getting put on this room a few hundred years ago by several different sources. We just had them updated by Magnus Bane a couple of months ago. He also touched up the mundane repelling one."

Alec carefully schooled his surprise. Well, Magnus would definitely be a good person to be on the council if the vampires trusted him enough to do their wards.

"Ah, yes," Lucifer commented. "Magnus Bane is certainly a powerful warlock."

Raphael nodded in agreement, and Alec realized that he hadn't breathed once in the time they'd been talking. The vampire leaned forward slightly, with a predatory grin. "Shall we get straight to business?" Without waiting for a response, he continued, "There have been interesting rumors circulating about the two of you."

Lucifer smirked lightly, and he leaned back in his chair. Somehow, it seemed more like he was in a throne than an armchair. "I can't say it's all true, but rumors often have a basis in truth."

Raphael had a contemplating look in his eyes. "Are you truly taking control of the demons."

"Yes," Lucifer agreed.

"What of the rumors of a new government being set up? The fae are saying they've been offered seats," he stated.

"All true," Alec said.

Raphael looked intrigued. "And how would this government run? How would it even be set up?"

Alec answered. "It won't be difficult to get it set up. I'm sure you've noticed that the Clave is a biased and flawed system. It won't be hard to get rid of."

"I certainly agree with that," the vampire commented. His face was blank and he had the normal stillness of the Night Children, but he seemed almost thrilled.

"As for the new government," he continued, "Lucifer and I already have most of it planned out. There will be equal representation offered for all non-mundanes inhabiting the earth, including shadowhunters, downworlders, and demons."

Raphael let out a huffed laugh, leaning back. He shook his head numbly, a stunned grin on his face. "I had heard something like that through my sources, but this is more than I ever expected. So the laws and standards would be the same for everyone? What of the current laws?"

"Everyone will follow the same laws," Lucifer confirmed, voice velvety smooth. "As for the current laws, they will be completely stripped. I have several of my politically involved followers already drafting a new system of laws. If you have any suggestions, you are welcome to mail them to me," he added. "I will see that they get to the correct people."

A smirk curled on Raphael's face. "Believe me, I will." He started playing with a pen that had blood red ink.

Wow, Alec thought. They really did take the stereotypes about blood to whole new levels, didn't they?

Suddenly, Raphael paused and a slightly envious look came over his face. "There were rumors of the Seelie Court receiving a gift?"

Lucifer seemed to be expecting this. One eyebrow rose. "Word does get around fast in the circles," he mused. "Yes, I gifted them something. Unfortunately, the vampires are split up among too many clans for me to be able to give the vampires as a whole a gift yet."

The fallen angel paused, probably for dramatic sakes. "Of course, once the new government gets set up, it will go to the spokespeople of the vampires."

Raphael leaned forward, a greedy look on his face. "Oh? And what is this gift?"

"A chalice," Lucifer said, and his voice was lower and mysterious.

"A chalice," Raphael repeated, leaning forward. "What kind of chalice?"

Lucifer seemed to be enjoying this greatly. "There is a realm in Hell known as the Realm of Blood. It is filled with lakes and rivers full of the richest blood in the universe. In fact, if enough is consumed, it offers partial resistance to sunlight."

"Partial resistance?!"

Lucifer nodded. "You would only be able to be outside for a couple of hours with covering clothes, but you would get weak, not burn, so long as you went back inside soon enough."

Raphael's eyes were wide and he was nearly salivating. His eyes definitely looked greedy now. "Dios mio. And to have access to it, you have to be a spokesperson for the vampire nests?"

"Yes," Lucifer confirmed. "And that is why I approached you. You have great potential to be one. You have extensive resources and an actual moral code." He paused. "Unfortunately, the positions will be voted in, and I don't think you have enough vampires on your side."

Raphael looked devastated.

"Of course," Lucifer continued, "I have ways to help you if it's something you really want to do."

"Of course, Lord Lucifer," Raphael said, sounding very respectful. "There would be no greater honor."

"Excellent." Suddenly, Lucifer seemed to be the predatory one. "You will be traveling a lot. Your job will be to inform all of the major nests around the world of my presence and plans. You will be making weekly reports to both Alexander and I regarding your progress and the opinions of the vampires."

Raphael looked slightly stunned. "I – of course. Can I just make my reports in person so I can keep tabs on my nest?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, Lord Lucifer, King Alexander. I must take my leave now. I have to prepare if I'm to leave tomorrow night." Raphael's eyes were darting slight, seeming to think of everything he needed to do.

Lucifer rose and Alec followed. "Good luck." He paused. "And do know that even though this will help you, you will be competing with vampires centuries older than you. I cannot guarantee you a position."

Raphael nodded, and quickly led them out of Hotel Dumort. He flashed his fangs in a cheerful expression. "I will look forward to my first report."

Lucifer nodded, and Alec just felt exasperated. Lucifer had just shamelessly manipulated the vampire. The ridiculous thing was that Raphael had to know that, but the vampire didn't care. Vampires would go to ridiculous lengths for blood, it would seem.

. . .

When they got back to the penthouse, it was way too late – or early, depending on your view point. Lucifer's theory be damned, he was exhausted. The second the elevator doors opened, he was bolting for his bedroom. The universe had other ideas.

A hand closed around his arm. Asmodeus's face came into view. "Woah, little lord. You need to hear this."

Alec made a disgruntled noise, but walked back to where Lucifer was waiting. The fallen angel was watching Asmodeus carefully. "What is it?"

"You need to go to the shadowhunter headquarters in Dubai now," he told them, expression blank.

Lucifer frowned. "What's happened?"

"I don't know, my lord," Asmodeus said, and he looked aggravated and more than a little helpless. "But they sent a fire message that it was incredibly important and to not take a portal."

Lucifer made a disgruntled noise, but seemed resigned. "Great. I can't fly us; I need to keep my strength up. We're going to need to take the jet." He grumbled. "Asmodeus, can you keep things going here, and cancel the meetings with my council, Alexander's council, and the werewolves?"

"Of course, my lord," Asmodeus agreed. "I already packed your bags and sent them to your jet. There is a taxi waiting downstairs to take you to the air strip."

"Thank you, Asmodeus," Lucifer said. "Come on, Alexander. It seems the night isn't over for us yet."

Alec seriously felt like tossing himself to the floor and refusing to go, but he knew that it wouldn't accomplish anything. Lucifer would just pick him up and force him to go.

"Okay," he sulkily agreed.

Less than an hour later, they were boarding a private jet. Alec looked around the sleek interior with awe. It was very high-tech. For someone who could barely work his cell phone, it was a shock.

The area they entered consisted of more than a dozen large seating areas. Each contained a lavish chair, a place to sit things like papers or food, and a massive television. There were also lamps attached to the tables. His eyes widened. "Where'd you get a plane?"

Lucifer smiled mysteriously. "I have many contacts in the mundane government. It was not hard to acquire once I realized that portals would not always be convenient."

Alec lowered himself into one of the white leather seats. Oh Angel, the chair was comfortable. He was already slipping asleep, and he wondered what the strange nobs on the seats did. "Why can't we portal, anyway?"

Lucifer directed Alec to buckle up, which he did. "Portal can be traced by the Clave. Chances are, this is a . . . touchy meeting that needs to stay top secret. We need to be subtle while we're there."

"No dramatic entrances for you, then," Alec mumbled, half asleep. The cushions of his chair felt heavenly, a warm embrace.

Lucifer huffed a laugh. "Get some sleep, Alexander. Oh, you do know there are beds on this jet, right?"

Alec hummed, not feeling like getting up. He was asleep in seconds.

. . .

When Alec next woke up, the plane was in the air. He blearily looked around. Lucifer had relocated to a large table and was skimming through various reports and occasionally making marks on a separate piece of paper. He turned his attention away from Lucifer to look out the window.

He must have slept for several hours, based off the breathtaking sight. They were above the ocean and the sun was shining. In some places, the view of the ocean was blocked by massive clouds. A set of clouds that must have been hundreds of miles away were darkly colored and beautiful bolts of lightning were striking through them.

"You're finally awake, I see," Lucifer commented.

Alec turned towards him. "Yeah. How long was I out, anyway?"

Lucifer looked at a clock by a television screen. "Oh, about four or so hours."

Alec blinked in shock. "How do I have so much energy if I only slept for four hours?"

Lucifer smirked. "Maybe my theory was right. I still think part of it is psychological."

Alec rolled his eyes and took off his seat belt, rising to his feet. "Yeah, right. Where's the bathroom?"

Lucifer pointed him in the correct direction. As Alec passed through more of the plane, he was more surprised. The jet was massive and way more high-tech than he had initially assumed. There were televisions everywhere that were nearly paper-thin. In one area of the plane was what looked like a war-room, with a map of Idris currently pulled up. It was holographic.

Finally, he came across a bathroom. Alec had never actually flown anywhere before, but he was pretty positive that the bathrooms weren't supposed to be this large. He decided to not questions it.

When he got back to the seating area where Lucifer was, the fallen angel had started a stack of papers on the table to where Alec had been sitting. Seeing his confusion, Lucifer spoke up. "It's some papers on the customs and government of Dubai. You need to do some research. We still have over five hours until we land."

Alec's eyes widened. Wow, this was going to be a long flight, wasn't it? He lowered himself into the unnaturally comfortable seat, resigning himself to research.

Lucifer had turned back to his papers, and Alec had just started his research when his phone buzzed. He opened it in confusion, and a grin slid onto his face when it showed Magnus's name.

Would you happen to know why Raphael stormed into my loft a few hours ago, raved about a chalice, and then demanded I open a portal to Europe for him?

Alec made an amused noise, catching Lucifer's attention. The fallen angel looked at him with an unimpressed expression before shooting a look to the stack of papers he was supposed to be reading. "Sorry, I just need to respond to this really quick."

Yeah, sorry about that. Lucifer told him about this chalice that the vampire reps will have access to in the new government, and suffice to say, Raphael really wants that chalice. I can't really talk right now, though. Dear old Luci is giving me the evil eye; I'm supposed to be researching right now.

He quickly turned his phone off, sitting it on the table beside him, knowing that he didn't need any distractions right now. Who knows what was waiting on them in Dubai. Any information could be priceless.

. . .

When they arrived in Dubai, the sun was setting because of the time difference. Alec was in awe. He had never been anywhere but New York City, Hell, and Idris, and he could barely even remember Idris.

With the sunset shining off all the beautiful, lit up buildings, the sight truly seemed impossible. Whereas he was practically gaping and spinning around, trying to see everything, Lucifer seemed unaffected.

The fallen angel was watching him in amusement. "The novelty of cities wears off after so many years."

Alec stepped away from the jet, and silently thought that he would never get tired of this. He couldn't imagine being unaffected by the sight of beautiful things.

Lucifer started to walk in the direction of the transportation he had arranged. They had both forgone their normal formal attire for clothes that were more fitting for the temperature of the Middle East.

They were both dressed in gold, white, and a sandy color, which felt odd to Alec. He was still used to the shadowhunters color scheme. White was for mourning, and gold was the color of a bride's dress. Still, though, Alec wasn't even technically a shadowhunter anymore, and he would have to get used to wearing the colors.

Lucifer had adamant that they respect the culture, which Alec had no problem with, so they were covering most of their bodies. They were wearing long sleeves and long pants. Thankfully, the material was breezy, so they didn't feel hot at all.

The only thing that really made them seem all that royal were the crowns they were wearing and the way they were walking. Alec noticed that they were still dressed differently than most people they saw, but that was to be expected.

It was getting dark by the time they reached the institute there. Going by what he'd read, he knew that the meeting wasn't likely to actually take place inside the institute, as shadowhunters and downworlders got along a lot better in Dubai. In fact, there were regular meetings between the two to make sure their relations were good.

His suspicion was proven correct when a man walked out of the impressive mansion-like building beside the institute and quickly approached them. The man's eyes were darting around nervously like he was looking for something.

Alec was immediately grateful for the thin band of leather Lucifer had put on his wrist when the man started to talk. Lucifer had warned him that the band was temporary and would not work for more than a few days.

Because of the leather band, he was able to understand the man's quick paced Arabic. "Lord Lucifer, King Alexander. Thank you for coming. If you would please follow me quickly. I don't want word of this getting out."

Lucifer and Alec exchanged a look as they followed the man inside. The second they were out of view from the outside, the man slumped in on himself. When he next spoke, it was in flawless English. "My apologies, my lords. It is imperative that this matter be treated with the utmost secrecy."

"And what is this matter?" Lucifer inquired.

The man shook his head. "It is not the time to say. Come, and you shall learn. Our leader wishes to speak to you."

Lucifer and Alec followed him. They passed dozens of people on their way, and Alec noticed that only about a quarter of them were shadowhunters. They finally passed into a massive office that was lavishly decorated. Inside, two men were waiting. The man escorting them quickly left, closing the door behind him.

"Lord Lucifer, King Alexander," the shadowhunter greeted. The woman, a warlock, was silent. "Thank you for making haste in getting here."

"Of course," Lucifer agreed, and Alec was sidetracked by the view of the institute out the window. "What is of such concern to be surrounded by so much secrecy?"

The shadowhunter looked towards the door before looking at the warlock. The warlock nodded and waved a hand, a thick ward sliding into place. The shadowhunter leaned forward. "I am Omar and this is my wife Sarah. I am the leader of the shadowhunters in Dubai, and Sarah is the unofficial leader of the downworlders."

Alec's eyebrows rose. He decided to focus on the less touchy subject. "I didn't realize that there were any leaders of downworlders with the various rivalries."

Sarah shook her head. "The rivalries have not taken place here in more than a thousand years. It is much more common in Europe and the Americas."

"Interesting as that is," Lucifer said. "I take it that you have something important to tell us?"

"Yes," Omar agreed. "My wife and I have spent some time considering this and getting opinions from our people, but we have finally made a very difficult decision."

When he wasn't anymore forthcoming, Alec spoke up. "What very difficult decision?"
Omar smiled. "We have decided to put the entirety of Dubai behind you in your efforts. When you demon Asmodeus came to talk with us a couple of weeks ago, he gave us much to think about, and I must say I agree with your plans."

Alec felt flabbergasted, and Lucifer looked delighted. "And how would you be helping us, Omar?"

Omar and Sarah exchanged a grin. "We can help recruit other institutes. We have a good feel for those that would easily convert. Once you go through with overthrowing the Clave, we will help set up the new government as much as we can, and we are willing to be an example of how shadowhunters and downworlders can work in harmony."

Omar paused. "If it comes to it, we can also offer money. As I'm sure you've noticed, we are not lacking for money."

Lucifer grinned. "Thank you. This is much appreciated. I –"

But whatever the fallen angel was about to say was cut off by a vivid strike of lightning falling from the sky and striking the institute next door. It was blindingly bright, and the ground vibrated with the force.

Alec could have sworn for a second that he saw the silhouette of an angel's wings. The assembled group looked on in shock as another, then another, then another strike of lightning hit the institute until a total of seven strikes hit.

Pale gold light rippled over the building before it rebounded outwards, washing over the city. Alec was hit by the familiar feeling of Raziel's grace. He quickly looked to Sarah to make sure the energy didn't hurt downworlders, but she seemed incredibly awed and peaceful.

The light started to fade out. Omar shook his head in shock. "What was that?"

"That," Lucifer said, "Was my brother Raziel blessing your institute." He shook his head. "And people always accuse me of being the dramatic one."

Alec refrained from commenting on that.

"Look at it, Omar," Sarah said. "It looks so . . . welcoming now. Normally I can't even look at it without feeling weaker, but now . . ."

Lucifer's eyebrows rose. "I wonder . . . hm. Sarah, would you mind entering the institute and seeing how your power levels are being affected? I have a theory, and since you can't be hurt, you're the best option."

Sarah agreed easily enough, and they made their way to the institute. Sarah started to enter the building. Five steps in, she stopped and turned around with a shocked smile on her face. "My power levels are the same as they would be outside of this building!"

Lucifer grinned. "It seems my brother has outdone himself. He's letting downworlders and demons having access to the accepting institutes so long as there are no ill intentions."

. . .

Four hours later, and they were back on the plane. Alec stretched himself out in his seat, and he had managed to talk Lucifer into letting him watch a movie. He had settled on one of the Marvel ones that Max was always raving about.

He was fifteen minutes into the movie when he remembered that he'd turned his phone off on the flight to Dubai. He turned it back on easily enough, and a loud curse left his mouth when he did.

He ripped the ear buds out of his ears and stared at the screen blankly. He had 57 missed calls and 143 text messages. His eyes were wide, and Lucifer looked up. "What's going on?"

"I have no idea," Alec replied, before quickly calling Isabelle, the one who had left the most messages.

"Alec," she answered, sounding panicked. "You had better have a good reason for not picking up your phone. Where are you?"

"I'm not sure," he answered. "Lucifer and I just flew out of Dubai. Why?"

Isabelle let out a strangled noise. "You know what? I'm not even going to question it. Just put me on speaker phone and hope that Lucifer can make a portal."

Feeling very, very worried, he waved over Lucifer. "It's on speaker now, Izzy. What's wrong?"

"The inquisitor came in last night and arrested Jace for treason. He's in the Silent City, a distress call just came up, and to make matters worse, Simon is missing."

Alec and Lucifer exchanged a wide-eyed look. Lucifer leaned forward, and when he spoke, his voice was like icy shards. "They locked up Jace for treason?! Oh, they are going to understand why I'm feared when I get there."

"Great. Please come as soon as you possibly can. We need all the help we can get." There was a pause and then faint voices. "I've got to go. We're answering the distress call. This can't possibly be good. Hurry!"

Just like that, she hung up. Alec felt a mixture of horror and restlessness. He turned to Lucifer frantically. "Please tell me we can be there in the next ten minutes."

"Yes, but it will take a good portion of my strength flying us there. My wings are still not up to par. I should be fine enough to fight, though."

"Great."

And just like that, Lucifer grabbed Alec and they were gone.