Malec ; Till Death

With Torture Comes The Shame

"Well, well isn't this a wonderful sight. All the dirty downworlders gathered here without ripping each other's throat. How sweet is that." Sebastian maniacally laughed in an annoying matter.

"Excuse me. I do prefer to be referred as clean. I did live for centuries perfecting my hygiene. I bet I smell even better than you." Magnus looked at Sebastian with a smug expression, showing off his unblemished skin.

Sebastian looked at him with distaste, his jaw hardening like the adamas forged by the Iron Sisters.

"Talk all you want, warlock. You're lucky I haven't killed you because of your father's request, if not, your head would be spinning like a ball right now."

He sneered while holding tightly at the handle of his late father's sword.
Magnus clenched his fists at the mentioning of his father. The father whom he despised and loathe since his childhood. He would never forgive nor love him. Never. Though a business would be something he might consider. Who knows.

"Oh please. You're fool enough to abide to my father's request. He doesn't care about me. Go ahead and do your worse, son of Morgenstern."

He challenged with his weakening voice and aching wrists above his head. Both of his hands were tightly chained over him. Truly Sebastian did his research. Warlocks wielded their powers through their hands and by casting spells but Magnus was not able to do that as well. This was his father's realm after all. In here, he was almost powerless. Nothing but a mundane with god-like features.

The air grew tense and heavy just as Sebastian withdrew his sword and aimed it to Magnus chest. The sharp tip of the blade stopped an inch away over the skin of where his calm heart beats. Sebastian clicked his tongue and step back, inserting the sword back to its golden sheath marked with demonic symbols.

"You and your little friends are going to die here as I rule the world. Maybe I'll even give you a chance to die beside your little shadowhunter."

His eyes were cold as an ice, lips twisting in an evil arch. Clearly, he have something devious in his mind.

"Geez we're not together anymore. Why does everyone keep bringing him up? And he has a name. It's Alexander."

Magnus groaned exasperated. He rolled his eyes, showing its jaded gold-green color, tired of being reminded of his recent lover whom he loved unconditionally despite their differences and the consequences their relationship had in stored for them. Just like Pandora 's box, all of the ominous destructive forces has been released. Unfortunately, in their version of Pandora, since things started to fell apart, Hope was missing. Maybe that's why he let go of him.

"Mmm but that doesn't mean you don't love him anymore."

Sebastian added while disappearing into thin air, flashing an alarming smirk.

"Great job provoking him, idiot." Raphael heaved a disappointed sigh while looking at him with his judging crimson eyes.

"Why, you're welcome, sweet Raphael." Magnus coughed.

His energy was slowly beginning to seeped out of him. He couldn't believe he'll die just like this without doing any flashy, glittery stuff to fight back in his father's territory. I need to get more glitters, he suddenly thought.

"Are you okay Magnus?"

Luke asked him with concern and worried eyes. Shadowhunters these days seemed to care for him compared to the past centuries. Lightwood changed everything to him, he smiled.

"I'm fine, wolfy. I'm not really worried about me. I'm more worried about-"

"Alec."

Raphael and Luke finished his own sentence with a knowing nod, making him stare in mild surprise. Never in his lifetime did he ever witness a werewolf and a vampire say the same thing at the same time without biting each others head off. Another Lightwood effect, he laughed.