Confidence [The Mortal Instruments] {Rewritten}

I Magnus' P.O.V

Over the span of my four hundred years of existence, I've experienced love multiple times. My heart has been shattered on more occasions than I'd care to admit, even to myself. Rarely have I been captivated or deeply moved, and with each passing moment, genuine surprises have become increasingly scarce. However, in my vast life, there hadn't been a single person who had evoked such profound reactions or stolen my heart—until I met Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

From the very start, Alexander had been one surprise after the other, and his golden heart had touched the depths of my being. I fell in love with him when he fearlessly kissed me in front of everyone, moments before we marched into war. In that instant, he demonstrated an unparalleled selflessness, prioritizing my happiness above all else. It was a first for me, an unprecedented display of love that shattered my expectations. However, the same heart that endeared itself to me later betrayed my trust when Alexander clandestinely met with my ex.

The betrayal, a breach of trust, resulted in a broken heart, and yet, despite the pain, Alexander managed to steal my heart entirely. I am convinced that I'll never experience love like this again; he is the epitome of it for me. The mere notion of his eventual demise is something I refuse to entertain. The pain it would bring is too much to bear. It feels like I might be dying at this very moment, as my world has been turned upside down since the moment, he exited my life.

"Mr. Bane, what are your thoughts on this matter?" Robert Lightwood inquired. The mere politeness with which he addressed me was a surprise, and the fact that he sought my opinion was downright shocking.

"We all know he'll side with your son," a disdainful shadow hunter sneered, his tone dripping with resentment. "Especially after the grand performance they put on in the Accord Hall."

The venomous words and disdainful tone ignited a fiery rage within me. "Really? 'A scene we played'? I recall seeing you kiss your wife before heading into battle. Why can't we do the same?" I retorted, maintaining a mocking yet polite demeanor.

"Because you are an abomination, you shall burn in hell for what you do!" The Nephelim erupted in a fit of rage.

"An abomination?! We are just people in love, for God's sake!" I exclaimed; my outrage palpable.

"See! This is what Alexander was talking about," Luke interjected wearily. "We can't see beyond our own interests, fears, and pride. We are incapable of acknowledging our wrongdoings or accepting those who are different from us. Listen to what he said."

"We already did," retorted a vampire dismissively.

"No, we didn't. We merely heard him and then excluded him from the conversation he initiated," countered Penhallow. "We need to heed Alexander; he holds the key to fostering a better relationship among us."

"What do you expect us to do, Consul? Forget all the pain we've endured and move on?" A witch questioned skeptically. "It isn't that simple."

"I understand that, but making an effort to set aside our differences and behave civilly is the least we can do," Jia replied. "We can begin by accepting the conditions that Alexander proposed to the faeries."

The weight of her words lingered, urging the assembly to contemplate the possibility of change and unity. I observed the unfolding scene with a mix of awe and disbelief. It was astonishing to witness centuries-old animosities and prejudices slowly unraveling, all because a Nephilim had finally mustered the courage to speak up. Yet, it wasn't just any Nephilim; it was Alexander, the unique half-angel who refused to adopt an air of superiority. He stood alone, a beacon of understanding and acceptance, taking the time to truly connect with Downworlders without passing judgment.