Fearless

Stripped of Your Life

"Also," Magnus started, making Alec go even paler then he already was. "The Inquisitor wants you to go to the Institute." Alec, sat frozen of the wooden floor.

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The Institute stood in front of Alec. It seemed to be hidden within the clouds, even though he knew it wasn't that tall. Even though it has been day since he been hear, something seemed off about it.

Alec walked to the wooden arch doorway. Before he could open it, a man with dark skin walked out. Golden fish fins were placed on the sides of his head. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets, similar to that of a fish. He must be a warlock, Alec thought. The warlock slipped pass him, having a look if disgust at him.

"News must spread quickly," Alec said to himself as he walked into the Whichlight lite hallway.

Church was laying by the lift, eyes open for guest or his owners. As Alec walked toward it, Church arched his back and hissed at Alec. He ran away toward the kitchen, leaving Alec alone as entered the elevator.

As he got out, he soon walked down the familiar hall, were Isabelle's, Max's, Jace's, and his old room was. He passed the familiar doors that were marked with years of scratches and old paint. The training room was up ahead.

As he passes it, he noticed that it was locked. This was probably were Jace was being held, he thought as he walked on toward the library.

He pushed open the familiar doors, revealing his family, minus Jace, the Inquisitor and the Consul. All of their eyes were full of hate and disgust. Malachi spoke first.

"Alexander Gideon Lightwood." He winced at his name. Can you even be part of the family that kicked you out, even though you sacrificed yourself to save them? "Do you know, why we asked you here today?"

Alec cleared his throat. "No. I do not know why you asked me here, sir." He looked to his parents, who were sitting on one of the couches that belong to the library. Both had smiles on their faces.

"The Inquisitor had told us, of your relationship with another male." Alec then soon realized what was going to happen. They were going to shun him from the Clave.

Imogen had an evil look on her face. She showed her white teeth, as she smiled down on the young boy in front of her. "We also noticed that you are dating the High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus Bane."

"Yeah, what's the problem with that?" Alec asked, in a snappy voice.

"He's a powerful Downworlder Alec. He has in the past, proven to be very dangerous," the Consul spoke.

"You've let Shadowhunters date and marry Downworlders," replied Alec back toward the Consul. "What about...Andrew Blackthorn. He married a Fearie that was the princess of the Seelie Court, and they even had to children."

"Yes. That's true," now spoke the Inquisitor. "But they were of the opposite sex. We don't allow such permission for your kind." She spat every word, as if it was venom on her tongue.

"My kind," he repeated her last words. He felt his face heat up with anger.

"Yes your kind." Isabelle spoke up. She rose from her spot on one of the other couches. She walked up to her older brother, looking at him with her brown eyes. "You don't even to deserve the angel blood in your veins if you are going to do a sin like dating your own gender!"

Alec felt his heart break. Did she really mean those words that came out of her mouth?

"Isabelle," he started to reach for her shoulder. She jerked away as soon as he touched her.