Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare

Chapter 22: Delivery and Arrival

Magnus knocked on the door. "Alec?"

Walked in, the blue-eyed man was laying on his stomach, reading a paperback with his chin rested on a pillow. He turned to his direction as he heard the call and smiled coyly. "Magnus," He patted the side next to him. "Come here."

It was their usual position; now Magnus didn't sit on the floor anymore because Alec had reasoned it was bad sitting on something hard all night. Sharing a bed meant a lots for Magnus; it was an act of trust. Every creature was most vulnerable when they slept and Alec had enough trust in him to let Magnus stay.

He used it to cheat on Alec; he had not felt so terrible before.

He pulled the blanket back up when he sneaked under the cover, maintaining a safe distance from his master. Ragnor and he had a long talk – about everything. He wouldn't say all was solved, but at least he was more comfortable with the affection that he had for Alec.

His golden-green eyes watched Alec's lips moving and remembered what Ragnor had told him. Forcibly he focused on the book. "What are you reading?"

Alec fondled the corner of a page. "The Bible."

"I didn't know you are interested in the Almighty." Magnus noticed the new clothes and the vague scent of semen. A dull pain was hammering inside his chest; how much did he wish it was him. And he knew now that Alec wanted him to. So he reached out and played with the small hairs on the pale arm. Alec stared at him softly.

"Did I scare you?"

Magnus lifted his head to see Alec's eyelashes were trembling. He brushed the abused bottom lip of the other man and replied. "No you didn't."

"I am sorry. I shouldn't do that to you – it isn't right." Alec said and closed his clear blue eyes, sandwiched Magnus's hand within his palms as if he was praying. "Forgive me, Magnus."

His heart broke; Magnus leaned in and planted a firm kiss on the temple through the curtain of black hairs. This surprised Alec who jerked and flipped the book on the ground, but none had the attention for the item. Their visions were not wide enough to fill anything else other than each other.

Magnus used his innocence. He smiled sadly at Alec and said. "I should be the one apologize. I have not been honest with you."

Alec didn't speak but played with Magnus's fingers, caressing the knuckles and tilted them in different angles like he was admiring a piece of art – it made him feel he was loved. He looked like a child having his favorite toy and was so invested in it. Magnus tucked a strand of inky hairs and brushed the bang, hoping to see the glistening blue eyes.

"It's alright. You don't have to talk about it if you are not ready." Alec said and looked into Magnus's expecting pupils. For a moment the robot thought there was a connection between them that Alec knew what was in his mind.

He drew a curve line along Alec's jaw and his hand dropped on the sheet, shaking his head. "No…" Extracting his hand from the calloused ones, Magnus sat up. "I have sinned."

"That makes us both." Alec got on his knees and sat on the ankles, observing him. Magnus was appalled by his own wrongdoing; he should treasure the rare bond that Alec gave wholeheartedly rather than abusing it in the name of benevolence. Moreover, he did it based on lies.

Magnus didn't know what he had done to deserve Alec. He couldn't imagine a life having other people as his master ordering him around. But he would do whatever Alec had wanted him to.

The steady gaze from Alec made him nervous. Magnus held his knees to chest and buried his face into the tiny gap between the kneecaps. His voice was muffled by his jeans. "I am sorry, Alec."

"What is that for?" Alec leaned forward and rubbed Magnus's shoulder and if he was able to, he would be crying like a baby in hunger. Nothing came out from his mouth besides apology. "I am so sorry..."

Then his face was lifted up tenderly by a pair of rough hands. Alec scowled first, but soon zoomed in and became intimately close; the next second lips were on his cheek, kissing away his invisible sorrows. They trailed to the corner of his mouth and Alec whispered. "I forgive you."

He choked on the imaginary breath and his eyes stung. Feelings that he had could not be perfectly expressed were understood by Alec. "Oh, Alec." Magnus reached out and Alec guided it to his own jaw, letting the robot cross the line of their formal relationship. He felt tears were welling up. "I have deceived you."

A simple touch. Magnus took his hand back and wrapped it around his anxious frame. The foundation of love was honesty – Aline had said to him. And if he wished for something beyond family bonding, the truth would be revealed. Magnus was ready to try.

"Promise me you would – What am I doing, asking for patience for a man like me." Magnus mocked and let out a sarcastic laugh. Alec frowned. "Patience you will always have." Those sapphires were shining like stars in darkness that led him out from the maze. He was coveting the love of an Angel.

"I am not giving my action an excuse but I did it because – because I love you." There, he finally said it. He had challenged Ragnor whether he was supposed to love Alec and the butler reacted like an annoyed teacher couldn't take more questions from the students.

Ragnor threw his hands in the air. "What do you care? Why, Magnus you have to think that much?"

"One of us has to," He said. "Alec is going to have his world outside here and I can't be there with him. I can't be – "

"God, Magnus!" Ragnor exclaimed and his hands dropped in defeat. "You are an idiot. You have been out there with us million times: shopping, the recollection and visiting Luke. If people are suspecting anything, let them! Alec doesn't care, nor should you."

The butler had not been such supportive to him. Magnus asked cautiously. "You think that Alec and I can have a future?"

Ragnor walked and stood in front of him, grabbed his shoulders and shook it like Magnus was a doll. "Wake up, stupid robot! Tell me, what do you want in your life right now?"

The dizziness never occurred. He answer straightaway. "I want Alec to be happy. He deserves it."

"And there my friend, is not contradictory to what Alec's world is going to become. Believe me, if Alec could live a life without you in it I shall kneel and call you my King."

"Ragnor," Magnus gripped the hand on his shoulder. "Stop joking around."

"For a robot which used be soulless, let me tell you one thing – enjoy your life. Live every second like it is your last because probably it could be. At this moment, don't worry about those mundane troubles and love Alec with all your heart. You have one, you know what to do with it."

"Do you really believe that we have a soul? I mean like actually we feel something, not our core operators to tell us what and how to feel."

Ragnor said sternly. "Yes. You don't think I have not doubted it before? Alec got me one time. He read us like a book. He asked if I had ever felt unreal. I said, 'Sure, why wouldn't I?' He told me it was exactly what it meant to have a soul."

"You indeed have one." He commented.

"I do. Alec made me realized only things with complicated emotions are able to question their own existence because we are more. A simple robot wouldn't ask why it exists or why it has feelings. It just takes it like an order. Do you take them like an order?"

Magnus shook his head and smiled at the sophisticated philosophy. "You are – Ragnor I don't know what word fits you. You are so many things."

"You don't have to push yourself to compliment my splendor." Ragnor said after a minute of silence. "Let me say it out, okay? I am too tired watching you two fools chasing after each other's tail in circle."

"All right."

"Go in and tell Alec how much you love him."

Magnus breathed deeply and nodded with newfound confidence, lifted his chin up, striding to the front porch. Just when he was about to get in the house, Ragnor tugged his sleeve. "Remember, Alec is not going to live forever." His relaxed body went stiff and the butler cast his eyes on the ground. "His clock, unlike us, ticks every second passes. You will regret it when the time comes if you don't do it now."

"I love you more than anything in the world. Even Ragnor." He joked and successfully making Alec giggled and let out a tiny snort. "I am honored." Said man moved forward and was side-sitting, legs folded into the shape of a mermaid tail. He nudged and leaned into Magnus's thigh with his shoulder. "So what is it?"

Magnus swallowed and bit his lips before speaking. "You know where I come from, right? I am made in order to show the company has the ability to build a robot with human soul. Not just some precise calculations and analysis of emotion radiated from the humans, but actually feel something."

Alec nodded, soothing Magnus's cheek and jaw with the back of his hand. His eyes though never left Magnus's. He hummed lowly to indicate Magnus to continue. The first step was always difficult and now that he had begun, the rest was easier. Words simply formed upon his tongue and lips.

"Every study or project has a control experiment, this particular one too; there," Magnus stretched his legs straight and turned into Alec, brows knotting together despite of his unwillingness. He must look dejected. "There is a human template."

Listening closely since the start, Alec jolted and pursed his lips into a hard line. He blinked. "A template?"

His eyes took every slight movement sharply. Alec's flinch hurt more than anything; even greater when his maker told him he was going to die. "Yes – and I look exactly like him. You have met him before." Alec recoiled and sat straight, Magnus instantly missed the pressure of the blue-eyed man imposed on his knee when he leaned on him.

"Have I?" Those blue eyes were wide with shock.

"I am sorry." Magnus repeated, like it was a spell that would make everything okay. He leaned forward and cupped Alec's face gently, feeling the smooth skin and stubborn jawline. Alec was pale like a corpse, pupils dilated and the darkness took over, leaving the blues into thin circles.

Fear. He tasted it in the air. Magnus fell back and resisted the overwhelming longing to embrace Alec into his arms. As he was backing up, Alec's hands gripped his caramel wrists, stopped him on track. The grasps were tight enough that Magnus felt the pain but it was mere a bite from a puppy compared to the truth.

"What did you do?"

"I am not the one you kissed."

Alec's lips were trembling and he threw Magnus's hands away as he rushed off the bed. Heart skipped a beat Magnus followed the stumbling man, by instinct blocking the door. However, Alec instead ran to the bin near his wardrobe and puked into it.

"Alec!" Magnus said in concern and sprinted, patting the shaking shoulder blades.

He gagged for a while and shrugged off the hands on his back when there was nothing to throw up. The clean sleeves were stained with vomit as Alec wiped the substances. Magnus watched with broken heart – Alec was distancing himself from the robot until his back banged the wardrobe door. His face contorted.

"Who are you?" His whole body was shaking, slowly pushing himself up to a standing position. Magnus copied the movement. His confidence lost completely and he couldn't control the tearing force that nearly ripped his ribcage apart.

Robot couldn't cry, yet his voice choked and small. "I am the robot. Mag – Magnus is not my name. I steal it from my template, Magnus Bane. I don't know who I am."

They stood opposite for almost like the eternity. Eventually Alec stuttered. "How did he get in here?"

"I – " Magnus cleaned his throat in the middle of the sentence. "It's a long story."

"We have time."

Tentatively looked up, Alec took a step closer and he saw the determination in the blue eyes. It was enough for Magnus to take the initiative. He smiled briefly and went to sit on the bed, subtly inviting Alec to be there as well. And when said man did sit next to him, hope was waiting for him at the end of the road regardless of the distance between them.

Alec felt like this was a dream: there was another Magnus – a human and they were joint for plotting a scheme to make him gradually accept human touch. When Magnus said the one he kissed was the human template, he threw up. He couldn't imagine touching a human, let alone kissing one.

"I am sorry." Magnus had said that for around a million times. Apology wasn't making anything better; they cheated on them, luring him to believe the human was Magnus.

It was tricky thing – even they lied to him, Alec couldn't really blame them. It was understandable… yet he couldn't get rid of the repelling feels of someone other than Magnus touching him and making him nearly come. Those moments should be preserved solely to the one that he fell in love with.

"It's okay," He whispered. Things in the past could not be unchanged. "But you will never do that again, or anything similar. It is an order."

"I promise – "

"A promise is not enough." Alec interjected. Magnus was looking at him with guilt and dejection; to be honest, Alec was not fond of giving commands either. He simply did not wanted to feel alone in this.

Magnus stared at his toes. "Yes. You are right."

He shouldn't feel bad seeing Magnus drowning in regrets, especially after he said he loved him. Forgiving was always easy when it was Magnus in question.

Alec leaned a bit closer until their shoulders brushed. Magnus turned to face him and was asking the intention of this move with his golden-green eyes. Without a word, Alec rested his temple on the defeated shoulder, cautious at first. From this angle he could see those brown fingers interlocked in anxiety, completely unsure of what he should do.

That said the same for Alec.

Will sprawled on the sofa. This past two months had been rough; Jonathan always objected his reports and he ran out of words already. As if knowing the detective smelt something about the Institute, they stopped after the Lightwood Mansion breaking in.

Whenever the thought of pulling the file about Alexander Lightwood and Sebastian Verlac into the case popped up in his mind, a hammer smacked right on his head and he had to distract himself from it. The Branding was his greatest enemy.

He heard a loud slam of front door and soon two shadows were cast on the hallway floor. "I can't believe this." Jem sighed and stormed inside the living room, eyes instantly softened as he spotted him. "Will, you are home early."

Magnus was right behind the gray-haired man and was looking rather tired. "I've told you, it is for the best." Jem seemed to be unconvinced by the reasoning and plopped down next to Will after lifting the long legs up.

He remained in his current position, enjoying the small fondling on his shins and asked. "What is it that you two are bickering?"

The flames between them died down and none was willing to explain. Both tilted their heads away to avoid Will's judging eyes and it clicked. There could be only one thing they had dispute on.

"Is it Alexander?" Unconsciously he sat up and leaned into the handle, his ankles still being held by the pair of soft hands of Jem. Magnus nodded nonetheless.

Jem said in low spirits. "It isn't working."

This raised Will's interest because the past few weeks Jem had only been happier than ever. He would always come home smiling after a session and was obviously encouraged by the progress. How come it wasn't working now?

"I thought it went well." He said and extracted his feet from Jem, who turned to play with his fingers in blue. Magnus too was sullen, shifting his stand between two feet more than usual.

"Something happened?"

"Yeah…" Magnus pointed to the entrance. "I guess I should leave now. There are still some paperwork to do for the handover. Camille is going to kill me if I haven't finished them by the evening."

"You can call me, you know." Will shouted after Magnus's turn to the door. Jem added. "Or me!" He heard a small chuckle and the sound of door closing followed.

Seeing Magnus had gone, Will collapsed on Jem's laps and holding the waist of his lover. He liked the tattooed hand running through his hairs and scratching his head. It was strangely comforting. "How is your work today?" Jem asked as he kept the combing. "Not well. As usual Jonathan bans all my ideas."

"Uh, he is a fool not to trust you. There will be more harms done if he doesn't listen to you sooner. You can talk sense into him like you always do."

Will huffed and caught the moving hand inside his now messy hairs, bringing it to lay on top of his chest – right above the heart. "I tried to and you wouldn't listen. What difference would it make?" Speaking lowly, he reached another hand to outline the soft line of Jem's jaw. Jem turned to it and brushed his cheek into the curve of the palm. "An incident showing why he should take your advice – look what happened when I didn't." Jem mocked himself.

Will raised his eyebrows. "My advice for this moment… is that we should not leave each other until the sun rises again." Then he pushed himself up to capture the lips of sweetness, earning a soft hum that allowed his tongue to slip through. He straddled Jem, sneaking his hands under the shirt to feel the familiar touches.

However, Jem stopped him by gripping his wrists. "We should get to the bed." He was panting and by the budge inside his pants Will knew he wanted it too. His gray eyes were pleading and Jem buried his face into his chest, rubbing it like a pet showing affection. Will's heart was melt in warmth and he agreed. Cupping the Asiatic face, the trail of kisses marked from the forehead to the red lips again. "Sure."

Will got off the sofa and took Jem's hands, leading him upstairs to the bedroom. During their way they bumped into the railings more than once and they giggled like two high school girls.

They had a wonderful evening. By sunset they had John, Will's butler to deliver their dinner to the bedroom. Even John was a robot, Jem insisted to put on a boxer and a shirt before letting the butler in. Will smiled fondly on his lover's silly shyness. There was nothing embarrassing or inappropriate being naked in front of your boyfriend's robots.

Jem took the tray and said thank you to John, dismissing the robot back downstairs. Will was still staying under the blanket, smelling the fading sweats. It was a reminder of bliss.

Putting the tray in middle, Jem sat on top of the blanket and took a bite of smashed potatoes. A spoon was delivered to his mouth and Will obediently took in a mouthful.

The feeding continued until Will's phone rang. Jem's hand was hanging mid-air; when Will reached to the nightstand for the phone he shoved the spoon into his mouth, having Will's share of food.

"Herondale." Will said lazily without checking the caller, laying on his back.

Turned out it was Helen. "They are there – in the black market!"

Will immediately jumped up and Jem was startled. "Who?" There were shouts in the background and they covered Helen's voice. He repeated. "Who are there, Helen?"

"The Institute! Go – "

"Helen?" The call was ended abruptly. Will asked. "Helen!?"

Jem gulped and took the tray off the bed. "Go." Apparently he heard the conversation and Will nodded as he hopped, gathering his scattered clothes on the ground and yanked them on his body. Jem helped packing his phone and tablet into the bag and rushed out. When Will was ready to go with his guns loaded, Jem already turned on the engine of his car, waiting by the side for him to come. Quickly Will left a kiss on his cheek.

He slammed the door shut. Suddenly as he stepped on the oil there were many things he wanted to say to Jem, who had ran out to the street with only his boxer and a thin T-shirt on.

He felt like if he didn't say it now, there wouldn't be a next time. As he was resisting the temptation to turn around, another call came in. It was Jonathan.

Simon was bored. Ever since Raphael spread the news of the secret weapon construction undergoing in Vikram, many residents in the black market refused to open their businesses. Simon was a few of them who still operated like usual but the shop was empty of visitors.

Sighing, he twiddled with the ring Isabelle gave him. It was a Lightwood family ring that equaled nobility and the fierceness of family blood. Isabelle and he never talked about marriage, family or kids. He supposed none of them really had the time to bother because of what was happening around them.

Their relationship sort of stained a bit after Isabelle's interrogation. Simon had thought it would not happen that quickly so he didn't prepare a speech. A whole morning was spent explaining why Magnus Bane would be in Alec's house, and how different the three robots actually were.

Isabelle didn't say it, yet he knew she felt excluded from the group.

He sighed and turned to read the comic in his tablet. Normally he would be too busy handling customers but now Simon had way too much time to spend. At page seven, he heard the ring of wind chime.

It was a man in black: tight T-shirt, leather pants and a pair of combat boots. Simon had not seen him in the black market before; the man had inky hairs and for a short second his eyes met with Simon's. They were of the color of death.

The man tilted his head to observe the room, seemed interested by the display of goods. Simon placed the tablet on the counter and jumped off from his seat, trying to give the best customer service in the world. "How might I help you?"

The man ignored him and went to inspect a protective shield in a display cabinet closer. The shield was in the size and shape of a tennis ball in metal, a thin white line was circling the middle. It was a popular item in his shop due to the shield was up to military standard (partially because Simon had illegal access to blueprints). From the reflection of the glass Simon saw something flashed in those dangerous darkness. The man motioned him to get near and Simon stood next to him, an arm length away.

"You are in luck!" Simon exclaimed. "This is the last of the batch and the next won't arrive next summer. Building these things are very time-consuming; they require accuracy."

The man nodded and asked. His voice was smooth. "Can I have a look?"

"Sure," Simon opened the cabinet with his fingerprint and the door clicked after verification. Carefully he took the shield and curled his palm a little, holding it in place. The man picked it up with his bony fingers and Simon noticed the nails were filled with dirt and the scars decorated.

"This is a rare model, isn't it?" The man studied the ball in various angles. Simon nodded and backed a few steps. "Actually it is the newest version so there aren't many of them in the market. But I am sure within this month a cheaper version will be developed by someone. Let you mind you though, the quality is definitely not as good as mine."

Simon commented and tried to alert his robot without raising suspicion. The man heard his remarks and crooked an eyebrow in curiosity. "How so?"

Shrugged, Simon's brown eyes darted around his shop. "This kind of thing can't be rushed. I have a credible reputation here because the craftsmanship and quality of my goods are way above than others. If you ask around you will know."

The street light was dim and Simon couldn't see anyone outside. There were only him and this man inside this little shop; if he screamed 'bloody murder!' he wasn't sure rescue would come. As the terrifying thought crept his bones, the light in the shop flickered.

He looked up and saw the brightening light bulb – which exploded with a loud bang. The man didn't move while Simon dodged and felt some fragments of the pieced bulb fell on his glasses.

The darkness invaded and his eyes were not fully adjusted yet. Simon stumbled and found his way to the counter. There was an emergency button that turned on the back-up generators and lights. Fumbling, a hand covered his and he shrieked, but that was also came out as a small whimper because a pair of strong hands was muffling his mouth from behind.

There were two people here – Simon panicked and tried to bite the flesh that covered his mouth. He did it with all his strength yet the person didn't recoil. He elbowed the man on his ribs.

It wasn't a man. Simon realized.

As he was struggling, his sights were coming back. The dangerous gleams from the black eyes lightened up the place and the man was smirking, throwing and catching the shield ball with one hand. Simon saw that even the light outside was gone.

The man spoke and stopped Simon's useless thrashes. He should have asked Isabelle to teach him one move or two. "Simon Lewis… a Mundane dropout from the top ranked academy." He said and eyes inspecting. "And you have a very close to the Lightwood family, might I add."

"Mmmm – Uh! Hmmhm!" Simon cursed despite of the hand locked tightly on his mouth. It must be a ridiculous scene because the man roared a laugh and walked closer, making Simon backed up into the robot. It was the first time he truly experienced the power of his own butler because in normal days he only made teas.

Even his keeper was out of control; sounds of items fell and furniture crushed against the wall came in the upper level. The female robot walked down with a bag behind her back and she was reading Simon's note which contained the records of inventory. She smashed those display cabinets and threw some of the items into the bag. The man stood in the center of his shop as if he owned it.

"Thank you for your offer but ultimately this is not what I want." The man aimed at the robot's head with the shield and hit it without scratching Simon, who flinched as the ball flied right next to his ear. There was a clack; the robot took the hit obediently like the man was his master, not Simon.

The man stopped in front of the counter. His hands reached both sides of the counter and he was spreading like an eagle hunting his prey. A hand gripped his hairs and forced him to look up. Simon stared back.

The man nipped Simon's chin. "I need you to do something for me, little Simon."

The robot then nudged him to walk out the door. The man's black eyes never left and Simon, without choice, obeyed and let the butler pushed him out. Once they were outside they began to get into the deeper side of the black market where everything was shaded. It was scarily silent in the black market. Simon could barely see, yet the man strode with confidence as if it was his territory.

Simon was certain this whole mess was about the Institute. Two months of nothing brought his guard down and now he might have to pay for his own negligence.

The road was getting narrower; that eventually ended with a single wooden door which Simon rarely visited. The man stayed put as the robot pushed him towards the door. An order reached his ear. "Knock."

His neck was held by the robot's hand and another one was nipping his hip. Simon cleaned his throat and knocked. "Luke?"

No one answered.

Good. Don't come out! Simon thought. However, the man's voice instantly made the door swung opened. "Luke, I know you are there. Stop teasing me." He was singing the sentence and within a second Luke appeared behind the door, a rifle in hand.

"Let him go." Luke warned, hostilely pointed the gun at the man. "Then we can talk."

Simon felt like a bucket of cold water fell over his head when the man guffawed; his laughter echoed. Simon looked into Luke's light blue eyes and saw the blood-thirstiness that matched with the man's. Luke was glazing at the laughing figure behind Simon and the robot, hands steady as ever. His nasty eyes only softened when he glanced over at him.

At last, the man stopped and his tone right away recovered to the frivolous tone. "Seriously? Luke, I thought you have learnt."

The approaching footsteps made Simon sweated. And he nearly pissed himself when something sharp touched his temple; at the same time, Luke held his gun higher and took a large step toward them. The man whispered, sending chills to Simon's spine.

"What makes you think you can bargain?"

Simon hissed when the knife cut his skin, slashed a line down to his cheek. "He is innocent!" Luke fumed and was scowling in anger.

"I like innocence." The man cheered. "That's perfect." Then the knife went down to his side. The pointy head cut through his shirt and the pressure on his skin caused unbearable pain. Simon bit his bottom lip trying not to cry out loud, but a small whimper escaped and Luke jumped. "Sebastian! Stop!"

The medic launched forward while the three of them retreated. Simon's tense body relaxed because of the distance between him and Sebastian – the name rang the alarm.

Sebastian Verlac. The notorious member of the Institute, the one who had hurt Alec. Simon shouted. "You piece of shit!"

In the constraint of the butler, Simon could do nothing but kicking and swearing. Because of this Sebastian, the Lightwood family was more broken than before. He had been there with Isabelle the whole time and he witnessed the destruction of a person, of a bond shared within family members. The hatred temporarily drew him out from the pain itching his small wounds.

Sebastian didn't have time for him though. As soon as Luke stood at the point where Simon had been, he sprinted and elbowed Luke, the other hand knocked the wrist and the gun was dropped on the ground. Luke blocked the blow aimed at his throat, reversed the lock on his wrist and whirled, making Sebastian turned and hands bent to his back. It looked painful yet Sebastian did not make a sound. Instead, he smirked.

Simon then was strangled. The robot was lifting up him in the air and left his feet dangling. Everything was blurry and he heard shouts, laughter and something embedded into fleshes. Low groans, then nothing. Just when he thought he was going to die, he was tossed to the wall.

His skull cracked and vision blackened. Simon was on the ground, limps spreading like he was drunk except for the blood leaking from his ear and the wounds on his cheek and side.

Pain also came from his ribs and back. Simon moaned and head tilted to one side. Sebastian held his head up to put it on his lap. "Little Simon, you did well."

He fought it by clutching onto the black shirt the scum was wearing. Sebastian mocked. "Oh, you are brave. This is your moment and it is your last. I will express my condolence to Miss Lightwood and I shall now carry the responsibility of taking care of them. All the Lightwood children."

Simon choked out a sentence. "You – let… let me go…"

As long as he still had a breath, he would fight – he punched Sebastian's jaw in blindness. However, in the cruel man's eyes it was just baby waving hands. Quickly he snapped the wrist and Simon cried in pain.

"Tsk, Mundanes." Sebastian sneered and an additional pair of hands gripped his ankles. Simon blinked, wanting to get his sight back but dots in white were all he could see. A needle jabbed in his neck, injecting substances into him. He thrashed despite of the spreading numbness from his neck to his torso, to his limps. The last thought before he passed out, was that he couldn't warn Isabelle about Sebastian.

A/N:

The timeline for events: Jace's mission - Alec forces human Magnus and the confession - Sebastian in black market - Will receives phone call

So how is this chapter? I can not say how many chapters are left but the end is near; I want to finish this story before the summer holiday ends. Also, things will be much darker and a happy ending is not guaranteed.

*Updated 27/6 for the spelling mistakes

A review is highly appreciated and wish you all a good day!