Broken Rose

Chapter Three: A Journey To Save A Downworlder

Chapter 3: A Journey To Save A Downworlder

When Alec stepped out of the Portal in Idris he was still shaking. The glass city was just like it had been the last time Alec was there, all those months ago when his brother died. He remembered the night Magnus held him as he cried his eyes out over the loss of the youngest Lightwood. Over the loss of his youngest sibling. The towers shone silver in the evening sun, blinking as light reflected on them. Any other day Alec would have loved the sight. Now it only made everything seem more real, like it was really happening and that hurt far worse than the phone call he had received earlier.

He remembered as his heart shattered over and over again when he'd woken up to remember that his little brother wasn't coming home. That he'd never come home, that he'd stay in Idris forever. Buried in white for the death of a knight, Alec mused with teary eyes. Max would of loved that. To have died a Shadowhunter's death. To be honoured in such a way but the death of Max was always sore to him. Jonathan had killed him and he would seek his personal revenge. Not only for Magnus but for Maxwell as well. That he promised.

Alec got to the house. It was a mess. Things were thrown around everywhere, broken glass strewn across the floor, table, and chairs. It made him sick to think about what had become of Magnus and he felt his heart lurch at the idea of his precious Downworlder boyfriend getting hurt in any way. Tears sprang to his eyes but he pushed them down. No! His brain yelled at him. You can't cry, we have to find Magnus. We have to free him, he's out there somewhere hurt and probably dying. No, we can't cry. He nodded, he agreed with what his mind was telling him, but his heart? Well it was saying curl into a ball for just one second and ball your eyes out. It'll feel better.

But he knew he had to keep going because the moment he curled into a ball was the moment he'd stop fighting and he couldn't have that when his warlock was out there. No, he was going to man up and be the warrior he trained to be and that was that. Alec was used to being the only strong one around. After everything was said and done, he had nowhere to turn besides Magnus and that's probably why it was so hard to suck it up and fix things. He knew he no longer had Magnus to turn to when he needed him the most.

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Magnus woke to the smell of blood in the air, like a metallic blanket that hugged him, begging him to throw up. He tried moving, only to find he was chained to the floor with the feeling of being drained from within. He shuttered. Where was he? He needed to find Alec. He looked around franticly but he only saw Raphael and Luke.

He croaked out a help and both the Latino and older boy snapped their heads in his direction. It would have been funny if not for the predicament he found himself thrown into at the moment. Yet, none of that mattered.

Raphael looked at him, concerned, but Magnus couldn't quite realize why. What was so wrong that they had to look at him with such pity in their eyes? It made him sick. What did they see to cause such distance? He looked at Raphael, puzzled.

"What is it? What's wrong?" The scent of blood got stronger. It made him sick to the point that his insides tried to make a run for it but the only thing keeping them in was pure will.

The young latino looked sick. They kept glancing at the tiny window that was far up on the wall, more for light than anything. As Magnus glanced around it all looked so familer until a pain shot through his head, making his brain have the odd feeling of being melted alive. The last thing he heard before blacking out was his freinds calling his name but they sounded so far away. The last thing he heard was Alec's beautiful laugh. His sweet laugh that made everything much better...so...so much better.

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Magnus shook awake, gasping and panting into the darkness. He felt like he was being held underwater with no chance at relief. His lungs burned for air that he could not reach. He glanced around in a blind panic, searching for anything that could help him. Yet, he found nothing but empty air and a darkness so deep it chilled him to the bone. He curled in on himself, shivering when a dark voice came rising up from the darkness with a twisted laugh.

It was so shockingly fimiler that he couldn't speak because fear gripped him so hard. 'No, it cannot be!' He shook as anxiety ripped through him like a wave of fire gripping his bones and not letting go. It hurt to think of old wounds but here they were being opened in such a brutal way. It left him with a feeling of violation and openness that he despised.

"Asmodeus," he growled out into the darkness. The endless void that felt so familiar it hurt. It left a deep ache in his thoughts and his memories. It left hurt and scars to be opened like a hot knife through butter. Willing compliant, distant pain that he had forgotten so long ago. Even to him it felt like a dark twisted fantasy dream that played with your mind until you were left hurt and gasping. Picking up the fragile parts of your mind it decided to leave behind and all you could do was hope the damage wasn't too great

A dark laugh echoed throughout what he thought was a small space but honestly it could be anything with his father. He was just that sick.

"Oh, Magnus. How I've missed you, my son. The only one left, the only one with so much power. It hurts to lay my eyes upon you. I'm so very -" before he could get the word "proud" out of his mouth, a dark growl echoed out loud and clear. Like the hounds of Hades himself were standing before them.

"Don't you dare say you're proud of me, you sick, twisted twit. I made my own way, no thanks to you. You had nothing to do with me or my success. All you've done is hurt me and my family. You're nothing more than a problem in my way and what do I do with problems, father?" he growled out viciously, with so much hatred you could fill a whole sea. It dripped off of every word like a thunderstorm of hate and anger.

Asmodeus glared back at his son with just as much hatred.

"How d-" but Magnus cut him off once more.

"How dare I? Really? HOW DARE I?!" he yelled back, "I'll tell you how I dare, father. I swear to you, if it's the last thing I'll ever do, I'll kill you because that's what I do to people in my way. I get rid of them and no one can stop me. I don't care who you are, father, because it matters little to me. So there for you've lost your right to live." He said the last part simply.

The older man gave a deep growl before saying, "you'll regret your words, my son. That I promise you." Magnus shrugged.

"That is highly unlikely." Admoseus waved his hand and he was gone, throwing Magnus back into the cell he was in before. With a gasp, Magnus sat up and instantly regretted it. His head spun and his stomach once again wanted to jump ship. He groaned, lying back on the ground and hoping to block out the words. Yet, something always came up and this time it was Luke and Raphael.

Raf turned to Magnus and told him, "Magnus, we're in Edom." To that Magnus laughed a hollow sound, void of feeling. Which to this day still scares them because it only had one meaning....the great Magnus Bane had given up.

Magnus looked at them through his hands, that once covered his face, and simply said, "yeah, no kidding," before promptly passing out.