Oh my gosh! It's been soooo long! I've got mocks coming up and have basically been revising 24/7 so I'm very sorry and finally, here's another chapter.

Chapter 11

"Raphael?" Magnus gasped, staring at hos friend. What was he doing here? Did he have a death wish? "Wha... what are you doing here?"

Raphael scoffed and stepped over the rubble. "You sent me a message." He sounded like he was talking to a two year old. "Asking for help, saying you'd got yourself sentenced to death. Honestly, I knew you could never do it."

Magnus scrambled to his feet. "What are you talking about?"

Raphael smirked and shook his head, he reached a pale hand into his pocket and revealed a piece of parchment. "This."

Magnus snatched it from him and stared at the paper in wonder. He hadn't sent it and yet, here it was. And it was definelty his hand writing. What the hell was going on?

"Now, come on. We don't have much time." Raphael snapped.

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm behind bars." Magnus pointed out, tucking the paper into his pocket.

"Yeah, but the door isn't locked."

Magnus froze. "What?"

"I said it isn't locked." He sounded impatient and stormed towards the cell door. He pulled at it and it swung open.

This just kept getting weirder. How long had it been open? Then it hit him. Someone in this house wanted him to escape. But who and why?

"Now, come on! You idiot!" Raphael hissed. Magnus walked through the open door, frowning. "Do you really think you can get away with this?" He whispered. "You and I against all the Warlocks here, we'd die."

Raphael rolled his eyes. "I know. That's why it's not just me." He started walking out the whole in the wall and Magnus ran after him. It was now that he could see them all. Every Shadowhunter and Downworlder with power, all lined up before him.

The Consul and Inquisitor stood at the front, arms crossed. "Bane." The Inquisitor snapped. "I should have known you would fail."

"I didn't fail." Magnus said. The Inquisitor raised his eyebrows and smirked.

"Did you get any infomation?" He had like he was talking to a five year old.

Magnus' blood boiled. But he couldn't tell. Could he? Well, he could but would he? What would be best? The point of Magnus coming was to get infomation. But now that he had it, would he share it? Does he want to?

What would happen if he did? What if he didn't and more people died? What if he did and Alec died? Which was worse? He stood frozen and inhaled. "Yes." He choked out. "I have infomation."

The shadowhunter laughed coldly. "Well, do tell."

He opened his mouth but nothing seemed to come out. Eventually, he ended up making a high pitched squeaking noise.

No one laughed. No one did anything. They just stood there and stared at him. Magnus came to the conclusion that that was worse. Way worse.

"Bane?" The Inquisitor sniggered.

"I know who the Solitas is." There. He had said it. And this time, there was a reaction. There was a chorus of murmers and gasps. The Inquisitor smiled a toothy grin.

"And who is it?"

"Me."

Magnus froze as the voice came from behind him. He turned to see the warlocks, stood in the same position as the Shadowhunters and the other downworlders. And the Solitas at the front. He had his cloak on and his hood up, his silver eyes gleaming mischievously.

Magnus backed up, almost hiding behind the Inquisitor. But this time it was the Consul who spoke up. He was quite old for a shadowhunter. He looked about in his 50s. His hair was mainly grey but there were specks of it's original black. He had dark brown eyes and a small scar above his left eyebrow. The only visable rune was the blocking one on his neck.

"Solitas." He sounded almost afraid. Alec grinned.

"I never really cared for that title. I belive Mangus here was just about to tell you my name."

All eyes were on Magnus now and he swallowed nervously. He knew what Alec was doing. He was testing his loyalty.

"Wouldn't you rather tell them? It's more dramatic." He tried not to sound as nervous as he was.

"Oh. Alright then. I know you love to dramatize things." And he lowered his hood. There was no big dramatic gasp. No one recognised him, of course. All except Raphael.

"Oh my god." He whispered. Magnus ignored it.

"Alexander Lightwood." Alec said. Now, that got a reaction.

"You...you're dead." Said the Consul. "You died. Years ago. So many. Even if you didn't, you're a shadowhunter. You're mortal."

"I have warlock blood." Was all he said.

"A Lightwood with..." He stopped, unable to find any words. Alec squinted and stared at the consul.

"What's your name?"

"What does it matter to you?"

Alec smirked again and stepped forward. "Tell me. Your name."

"Alexander Simon Lovelace."

Alec nodded slowly. "Why?"

"Why what?" The Consul snapped.

"Why are you called that?"

The Consul swallowed visably. "My middle name is after my grandfather. My first name is after..." He paused. "My grandmother's brother. He died when she was young. My parents wanted to honour him."

"Lovelace?" Alec asked.

"Simon Lovelace."

"Did he always have that surname?"

Magnus watched back and forth, eyes wide. No way. No way.

The Consul glared. "No. He was originally called Lewis. But when he became a Shadowhunter, he had to change his name."

"An...and your grandmother's name?" Alec already knew the answer. He just needed to hear it.

"Isabelle Lightwood." Alec's eyes turned blue again and Alec felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"You have her eyes." Alec said after a long pause. The Consul seemed surprised at this, not expecting to see any humane side of the Solitas.

The Inquisitor coughed. "Conusl, if I may take it from here."

The Consul nodded slowly, walking back and not taking his eyes off Alec.

"Solitas. We are here to take you to the city of bones. You can go willingly or we can force you. We would prefer this go without a fight."

Alec's eyes turned sliver again. "Now, where's the fun in that?"

Finally! There it is! So sorry it took so long. And I had to put a Maia quote in there. 6 days until season 3!