Raising hell's fire (Malec story)

THE AWAKENING

Aamon sat in his study, drink in hand, looked into the space around his room deep in thought. His mind wandered to the moment in magnus's apartment, how close their lips had been, how helpless he was under his magic. Aamons lips dragged up a smile. He thought about magnus's chest, his smooth abdomen, the idea of almost taking Magnus as his excited Aamon. So much that his magic became uncontrolled. His warlock mark peaked out on his hands. He inherited the skin of a chameleon from his father. An ability he loved, being able to change his appearance with his body instead of magic had always made him feel superior. Aamon stood up and moved to the centre of his study. There was a pentagram drawn with black ash on the ground beneath his. He closed his eyes and opened his arms out around the pentagram. Fire started blazing and traced the lines of pentagram until it was complete then burned steadily. Within a few seconds, Gabriel rose up from the flames and stepped out to hug his son.
Gabriel and Aamon were the splitting image of each other. Both with golden hair, except Gabriel left it loose and long around his shoulders. When the two stood together they looked quite the menacing pair. The two both tall figures, taller than Magnus and taller than Alec, exuding a type of regalia fit for royalty.
"Son," Gabriel held Aamon at arms length now to look at him "how was your first day as the high warlock of Brooklyn."
"Very well father," aamons mind flashed back to Magnus again "it was quite a day."
"I assume you've seen Asmodeus's son already?"
"Yes father, the task which you've left me with is in motion. Magnus is actually quite pitiful without his magic." Aamon chuckled at that.
Gabriel started pacing around the room "Asmodeus may have told his son his magic is gone, but I've know Asmodeus for all my life. Under that tough and unrenlentless facade, he has sensitivies that he cannot let go of, such as his son."
"So you think Magnus still has his powers?"
"Yes, just sealed away, but still there. Once I extract the power within asmodeus's son, I will have enough to rule over edom for centuries to come. And you, my son, will rule by my side, the prince of not only hell, but earth as well." 
"Have you figured out how that extraction will happen? It not easy taking power away from a warlock, especially if it has been locked away. We won't be able to force him to relinquish it."
"You leave that task to me boy. I have my ways. You just need to make sure to get him to me vulnerable, and make sure to keep the shadow hunters from interfering during the time of the ceremony."
Aamon had just the plan, in fact it's already in motion. He laughed a little to himself, I intend to have fun in this plan too.