Not the Angel's Wish *COMPLETED*

Chapter 12: Not loyal at all

Magnus's POV

If he couldn't do anything else, he could at least warn Alexander of what Jonathan was planning. 

The demon-blooded shadowhunter had provided Magnus with a small room. It had a dirt floor, a small bed in one corner, and a dresser with three draws. He had also provided him with clothes, which Magnus refused to wear. They were not at all fashionable, and didn't have the slightest trace of glitter on them. Worst of all, they were black. Like, all black. The bottom drawer had a notepad along with a pen inside. 

He grabbed the two objects, shutting the empty drawer afterward. He started to write on the paper. 

There was no door to his room, just an open gap in the wall. He kept glancing up at the door to make sure no one was watching him. But when he was about to snap his fingers to send the message to Alec, someone grabbed his hand. 

Jonathan ripped the sheet of paper from Magnus's grasp, reading over it quickly. 

"I guess you can't trust anyone." He mumbled, ripping the paper to shreds. "Not that I trusted you anyway. I just figured you weren't stupid enough to betray me."

"Let's be real, Jonathan. We both know I'll never be loyal to you."

"But I think I can change your mind," Jonathan's voice was deadly calm. "I know your weaknesses. And I'm not afraid to use that to my advantage."

Magnus bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying something stupid that would only make Jonathan angry. 

Jonathan pulled a syringe from his pocket. It was filled with a dark liquid, that had an eerie glow to it. He took a step toward Magnus, grabbing his arm. He put his hand behind Magnus's head, pulling him closer. Magnus tried to rip free of his grasp, but the shadowhunter was strong. Jonathan pulled Magnus's head to the side. 

He closed his eyes, kicking and squirming, but it was no use. 

"Don't worry," Jonathan's voice sounded almost soothing. "It only stings a little."

He felt a sharp pain in his neck, which shot up into his head. The second Jonathan let go of him, he fell to the floor, screaming. The pain was everywhere, his vision was clouded and his own screams sounded far away. There was a horrible ringing in his ear. He took a deep breath as the pain subsided. He stood up, the room spinning around him. 

"And now, Magnus? How do you feel about Alexander?"

"We can't let him stop us."

"And what about if he tries to?"

"Then I'll kill him."

"Very good." Jonathan smiled. 

Magnus had one goal in mind. He couldn't let those shadowhunters get in the way. No matter what.

Alec's POV

The shadowhunters at the Institute were still shocked about his rebirth. He was kind of hoping no one would notice. But Izzy told him that his death had been a big deal. Apparently, there wasn't a single shadowhunter or downworlder that didn't know. 

And now that he was alive, everyone was asking questions. 

"Didn't you die?"

"What happened?"

"How did you get brought back?"

"Who resurrected you?"

"What's the afterlife like?"

It was annoying. Alec ignored all of the questions and just kept walking. The Institute was slightly different than it was last time he was here. But it was still pretty close to the same. He walked down the hall and into his bedroom. It was rather empty. All of his stuff was gone. There was a single arrow on his bed. The closet was empty, and so was the dresser. Izzy had said all of his stuff had burned in the fire. He sighed, sitting on the bed. He picked up the arrow, twirling it in his hands. He had a lot to think about.

There was a knock on the door, and Jace stepped inside. 

"Hey, I brought you some clothes since yours all got burned." He said, laying the stack of clothing on the bed next to him.

"Thanks," Alec whispered, not looking up from the arrow he still had in his hands. 

"Alec, we're going to get him back. I promise."

Alec sighed, still not looking up. "I know, it's just..." He paused. "What if Jonathan hurts him? What if something happens?"

"Nothing going to," Jace replied, but he didn't seem to be too sure of it himself. Just then, someone barged through the door of his bedroom. 

Consul Herondale. 

"The rumors are true," She whispered in amazement, staring at Alec and Jace. "You're alive."

There were several guards standing behind her, each one of them wearing a shocked expression on their faces, which Alec was already getting sick of.

"Yeah, um, I'm alive. Can we not make a deal out of it?" Alec said quietly.

Imogen turned and told the guards to leave. They obeyed, shutting the door as they exited. 

Imogen walked up to them, embracing Jace in a tight hug. Much to his surprise, she did the same for Alec. 

"We can explain..." Jace started. 

"No need too," Imogen said, lowering her voice. "Eros told me everything."

"Oh," Alec sighed in relief. That made things a whole lot easier. At least now he knew he wouldn't be thrown in the Gard or something.

"Where's your better half?" Imogen asked.

"He's uh, working." Alec lied. 

Eventually Imogen left with Jace, leaving Alec alone in his bedroom. He knew one thing. He had to take a shower. He hadn't done that since his birthday, and that was a week ago. He took off his clothing, turning on the water. He waited a minute for it to get warm before stepping in.

Clary's POV

Her arm was still sore from where she was injured, but other than that, she was fine. Alec was back in the Institute. She decided to go talk to him.

She knocked on the door to his bedroom. "Alec, it's Clary." She said.

"Come in!" Alec's voice was ruffled by the door. She stuck her head in. He sat at a desk in the corner of his room. When he turned around to face her, she could see his hair was damp and stuck to his forehead. "Hey, Clary." He said. 

"Hey." She replied. She was looking for any sign that Alec didn't want her here, or if he was hurting. But the hazel-eyed shadowhunter looked as good as new. She did, however, realize the deep sadness in his eyes. It must have been hard to be brought back to life only for the love of your life to get ripped away from you.

"You know," Clary's voice was soft. "We will find Magnus. And we're going to get him back."

"Everyone keeps saying that," Alec whispered sadly. "But you can't know if it's true. We may never get him back. He may already be..."

He left the rest of his sentence unspoken. Clary had never seen him like this. She had always thought he was strict, and at times, a bit rude. But even shadowhunters have a soft side. 

Hi! Okay, so I gotta go cause my grandparents will be here any second and I didn't read this over so sorry for any typos and thanks for reading, love y'all, bye. 

                                                                                                          -Lily