the storm inside | kitty (boyxboy)

20 | Amnesia

Kit could see the edges of Ty's fingers through the entrance, and he knew it was Ty because they were slender fingers that could only have belonged to Ty and Kit was screaming inside.

No. Ty was not dead.

Not. Dead.

Kit nearly rushed forward, had Magnus not caught him and held him back as his breathing came in short gasps. "Please," he breathed out. "Ty."

Julian was remaining surprisingly calm throughout the whole endeavour, but Kit knew better. Kit knew how Julian was restraining himself the way he couldn't.

"We have to save him," Kit pleaded. "He might still be alive."

"I'll go," said Julian quietly. "I'm his brother. Whatever Asmodeus wants, he can take it from me."

Julian pulled away from Emma's begging fingers, but was stopped by Simon. "Listen here, Julian," Simon said. "You're too young to die like this, or whatever Asmodeus is going to do to you. He's taken my memories from me once; he can do it again. I'm the best person for this."

"No, you're not," said Jace. "I love jumping recklessly into danger. I love running straight into Asmodeus' hands. So all of you just shut up and go away."

Emma, Isabelle and Clary were staring at the three men like they were idiots. Which, of course, they were, but they were no match for the stupidity that the ladies were proposing. At least, in Kit's eyes, it was the worst plan ever.

"Why don't we go talk it out with Asmodeus?" suggested Emma.

Clary nodded. "Who knows, he might relent and be kind for once."

"And if that fails, I'll butcher his head," chimed in Isabelle. "I mean, how hard could it be?"

Everyone else gawked.

"Are you all insane, or cuckoo?" said Jace, putting up his hands. "That is literally the crappiest plan I've ever heard."

"And if anyone knows Asmodeus, it's his son," said Magnus, releasing Kit's shoulder. "Which is why I will go. Anyone who dares object will have their mouths firmly shut. Alec, don't even try giving me your puppy eyes. I will do it."

Alec pouted.

But before Magnus could even turn around, Kit shot forth his final wave of magic, entrapping them all in a golden net as he chewed at his lip, looking at them. He knew Magnus was too exhausted of his magic to break free of Kit's magic because what Kit had put on them was incredibly strong.

"What are you doing?" yelled Jace. "Take this away!"

"I'm sorry," said Kit, backing away, "But this has to be me. Herondale legacy, Jace." He smiled, once, a little sadly, and then turned and ran towards where he had last seen Ty.

Ty wasn't there anymore, but in front of a man. He looked extremely young, considering he was centuries old, and impeccably well-dressed. Kit knew that was Asmodeus, for Magnus had the slightest hint of similarity to him.

And Ty, his Ty, was kneeling in front of the Greater Demon, his eyes closed, his palms outstretched towards Asmodeus. Magnus' father was grinning, looking as if he was going to devour Ty when Kit ran forward.

"No!" he cried. "Don't touch him!"

Asmodeus looked up, an eyebrow delicately raised with a tinge of annoyance. "You are Kit, yes? I've been expecting you, Herondale. Take a seat."

"Please, let Tiberius go," said Kit, ignoring Asmodeus. "Take me in his place."

"Why, that's interesting. The self-sacrificial hero offers to take his love interest's place." Asmodeus picked at his fingernails. "What do you have that I could possibly want?"