The Malec Chronicles

Happily Never After

Okay. Sum it up for you; sorry for the lack of updates. Drama, show choir, my brother found out I was gay, almost outed me, did out me, felt sick cause I had to lie a lot to convince them I'm not, been hit with mass waves of depression for weeks and finals. So sorry, forgive me, enjoy this story of pain and torture.

The Lightwoods and their families were all crowded in the New York Institute, where a meeting between Shadowhunters and Downworlders was in progress. Alec stood in front of the Nephilm, representing them as Magnus Lightwood-Bane represented the entire Downworld as a whole.

Their twelve year old son, Max was seated in front with Rapheal and Michael cradled in his navy arms. Both where warlocks, similar to Magnus and Max. The two twins were abandoned on the footsteps of the Los Angeles Institute, and found by Tessa and Jem. Alec and Magnus were out their visiting the Blackthorns and decided to adopt the young warlocks.

Rapheal had natural sky blue hair, with matching eyes that almost shone through the night. Michael had dark blue freckles that riddled his face and his nails were colored the same shade. Both the males laughed when they say this, as blue seemed to be a recurring color in the Lightwood-Bane family.

Max smiled at his dad's, as they both discussed the equality of Shadowhunters and Downworlders. He felt there love from where they sighed the treaty, similar to the Accords, but more open-minded then the old one. His aunts and uncles cheered loudly with a he rest of the crowd, even his younger cousins joined in, barley aware of what was really happening.

But that when the happiness ended.

An arrow was shot through Magnus's chest, his blood spattering and pouring over the document, now unreadable.

All Shadowhunters pulled their secret weapons from their strange locations and tried to locate where the arrow came from. Alec got on his knees and held Magnus's limp body in his arms. Max held the twins close to him, believing it was an attack on Downworlders, but he was mistaken when a kid, probably slightly older then Max swung in on a rope like a pirate pulling out a seraph blade and stabbed Alec through the heart. Max's eyes grew wide as other kids entered on the stage, weapons readied as what Max believed was the leader.

"These two disobeyed the law," his voice rang out. The armor on him and the other rouge Shadowhunters where different then what was designed. It covered half their face, like the Phantom of the Opera's mask and their armor was spiked in the same material that made a seraph blade.

"How?" Asked Uncle Jace, his golden hair tied in a man bun.

"Shadowhunters shall not be intimate with a Downworlder," he replied, pulling down his brown hood, revealing long black hair and green eyes. "And this one," he pointed his glowing blade toward Alec,"was intimate with a man. He should have been stripped of his marks and shunned from Idris!" The others cheered behind him.

Aunt Izzy and Uncle Simon where the first to lunge into the battle. Simon fired his bow, Izzy lashed her whip, and then the others followed. Max ran, grabbing Jace and Clary's baby boy and girl, and Izzy and Simon's boy. He ran away from the battle, juggling the five kids and ran to his dad's old room. It was away from the meeting place and it was the only room he remembered.

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Four hours. That's how long it took for the battle to end. The rouge Shadowhunters called themselves The Circle, believing themselves similar to the Circle led by Valentine Morganstern. They thought that Downworlders where beneath them and created their own cult.

Max sat down on the edge of the bare bed, rocking Raphael and Michael to sleep after the rough day. All three of them now orphans. Jace and Izzy both offered to take them in, but Max declined. It was selfish, but he didn't want to have the twins raised by Shadowhunters. They were untrained in magic and won't except the troubles a warlock baby would cause. His dads told him he once created a portal and portal to Alec during a big meeting.

He told them that he will give the twins to either Catarina Loss or Tessa. Max would leave once his brothers were safe. He loved them and wanted to help raise them, teach them more about their fathers they would never meet, but the sight of the blood dropping from both their chest was glued to his eyes. He couldn't forgot the sight, so he decided to travel the world. He would glamour himself to look older and magic himself anywhere he wanted. Maybe even visit the country Magnus was banned from. He didn't care, he just needed an escape and forget the list of his parents.

He wanted to forget the right way. He didn't want it to be poofed away. He wanted it to drift away from his mind like a mist at dawn.

Sorry if it sucked. I'm a little rusty and I'm thinking of maybe a spin off series based around this. Idk, maybe. Well, hoped you enjoyed it.