Alec struggled to stand. He had been flung with great force across the floor, gravel digging in sharply and slicing his flesh bringing hot blood to the surface. He gritted his teeth, brushing off the momentary pain. As the smoke cleared Magnus gripping Victoria tightly; cradling her head protectively came into focus. He leaned heavily against the wall his shoulder slightly slumping, but he shook it off and rolled it back. Holding Victoria in the grip of his right while forming sparks with his left fingertips. He was preparing for a fight as Alec should be.
Gaining the ability of his footing he grasped for the thin, needle like rapier in his belt. The sheer metal was designed to easily slide between any man's ribs. Even in this case it wasn't even a man. Sebastian stood his eyes gleaming like hellfire, whatever trace of Jonathan that was left which Victoria had spoken of had completely vanished into the world of the Angels.
Lesions had opened upon his skin, his black fluids slicked his milken skin. Pupils were a non existent thing in his eyes. This thing before him couldn't even be named Sebastian anymore. This was a spawn from hell. Alec tightly gripped the blade in his hand, giving his full trust to Magnus to watch over his beloved friend.
"Jonathan!" Alec bellowed, "If you can hear my voice give me a sign! I have no intention to hurt you! My goal in this matter is to rescue you!" Alec felt the sweat inch down his brow for an infinity, the continuation of dread filling his gut which he had expected to come. He didn't receive an answer. He knew he wouldn't receive anything from this demon before him.
Something ominously deep shook the surrounding area as his voice rang out. "All you shadowhunters, how idiotic you are! Your faith in the good in everything, it makes me sick! You believe Jonathan is still here!? Hah! So sorry to say, but Jonathan died an awful long time ago; when Valentine created me to take his place. He's never coming back, and your silly faith can die along with him. Once I take over this pathetic world you'll all be grovelling under my feet anyways! So bow down right now before me you little faggot bitch!"
Alec couldn't take looking at his stupid face anymore, that sly grin and smirking pale eyebrows haunting him. He lunged striking his blow deep through his chest, nothing else concerning him. Not Magnus's feelings; not Victoria's feelings; not even his own regret afterwards. Nothing mattered.
This was for everything worth living that had been restricted or stolen from him. This was for his freedom. This was for his right to love. This was for every time his father broke him to the core. For every time he had to hear his sister cry. For his mother had to hurt. For Max. For hatred he weighed on himself. For Jonathan.
Sebastian stumbled back the blood soaked rapier protruding from his chest, his teeth shone like those LED lights on a mundane Christmas tree. He spit blood onto the floor, and commenced to laugh as giddy as a school girl. He had just been stabbed and he was...laughing?
"Your all so stupid, the lot of you. There's only thing to kill me and you don't have it in your possession."
"Really, Sebastian?" A small feminine voice chimed out amongst the ruckus. Before Sebastian had the chance to turn, Alec saw a quick flash of vibrant fire coloured hair, and a burst of light emerge from Sebastian. There was the sword of the Angels plunged through Sebastian's chest, and a fierce, sorrowful Clary standing at his back.
Sebastian choked, "Dear, Clarissa how could you do this? To your own flesh and blood?! Your brother!" His eyes were wildly darting about, looking like they were attempting to observe every corner of the room at once; his chest alit with a heavenly glow.
"Your not my brother." Clary grit through her teeth, angry possessing her petite frame. Alec swore his could she streams of tears glistening down her cheeks. "You killed my brother, a very long time ago!" She exclaimed.
Sebastian moved forward to retort Clary's words, but he gasped and stumbled the sword sliding from his back clanging against the floor, his body bursting into a starburst of golden fire. "Burn in hell monster." Clary stated her fist clenching at her sides, and Alec continued to stare at the crumbling boy before him, for in the end that's all he was. He was only a year younger then he was, he had so much to live for and it was all ruined, but the merciless man whom now laid six feet under ground.
Wailing pierced through the air; jolting, Alec spun on his heel to face Victoria. Magnus held her is his arms as she struggled against him, her glamour faded burned flesh exposed to the world, but that was the least of her worries. She shrieked hysterically. "Jonathan! Jonathan! Bastard let me go! Jonathan!" She continued to scream loudly her voice cracking and her words becoming incoherent, tears continuously coming.
Magnus held a sorrowful face, holding her body that slowly began to stop the struggle until she just fell into his lap rocking back in forth hyperventilating between sobs. Magnus stroked her hair and pulled her in close drawing her away from the sight of Sebastian's singed body.
Alec kneeled besides Clary, who sat with her head bowing over her brothers body. Alec placed a hand awkwardly on her back as some attempted form of comfort.
Sebastian's flesh wasn't burned as such, but his clothes held a layer of gray ash. His eyes remained open, but they had rolled back to the whites, an unpleasant site. Yet, Alec never had the heart to shut them on Clary who resumed mourning beside him.
It convulsed, the body. Bringing shock to everyone. Sebastian's back arched and he let out a choking gasp for breath as he was trying to allow it passage way to his lungs. Magnus was by his side in a heartbeat, holding his chest to the ground with one hand, his eyes intensely watching the jitteriness figure.
Sebastian's eyes rolled back around. Emerald green eyes, clear as day with a delightful sparkle. Not the bottomless pits Alec knew. Clary's breath hitched. His chest rattled. Alec watched, wide eyed. Frightened what could happen next.
A sweet voice filled with innocence cracked from Sebastian's throat. "Clary..I'm..I am so sorry." Clary attempted an answer, but she had already begun to cry. Magnus- un phased however, remained calm.
"Can you here my voice?" He spoke slow, clear, and gently the the baffled boy before them.
"Yes." He croaked in response.
"Do you know how old you are?"
"Eighteen, I believe. Possibly."
Magnus smiled slightly, hope filling his eyes. "What is the name you are called, boy?"
"Jonathan. Jonathan Christopher Fairchild."
