Not the Angel's Wish *COMPLETED*

Chapter 59

The others took this as a chance to attack. Alec's reaction time was impressive. 

By the time Magnus stood up, he already had a seraph blade in someone's stomach. 

Magnus knew fighting was pretty much useless. There had to be at least two dozen other warlocks there, plus Lorenzo. The smoke from the fire made his eyes water. It was hard to see, and the sky was now covered in a thick blanket of black smoke over Gard Hill, making it impossible to see the rest of the city. They could hear the faint sound of the fight still going, but too Magnus it was barely a whisper in the back of his head. Right now, he was focused. He knew they needed a plan.

A light bulb went off in his mind. Alec was going to kill him for this. 

"Ahh," Magnus shouted out in fake pain, falling back to the ground. Lorenzo took this chance to emerge from the flames, his eyebrows singed off, his skin covered in a thick layer of soot and ash. 

Alec whirled around, his eyes wide. "Magnus," 

"I'm fine, Alexander..." He breathed heavily in between each word. He hated this. Alec was visibly panicking, unsure of what to do. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. 

But then his plan started to fall into place. Lorenzo smiled, walking toward him as Alec met two blades with his. 

"I guess I'm luckier than I thought," Lorenzo said, his smile growing with every word spoken. Magnus must have been a much better actor that he thought. Everyone was falling for it. Magnus squeezed his eyes closed, gasping through his teeth for dramatic effect. When he opened his eyes again, Lorenzo was close enough to feel his breath creeping along Magnus's skin. He stood towering over Magnus, who was still pretending to be in pain, even though he was fine. 

Alec had beat the two warlocks, but had lost his blade in the process. Now about six or seven warlocks closing in on him. Magnus cried out as Lorenzo kicked his chest with the heel of his boot, hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs. Alec whipped his head around once again to look at Magnus, his eyes full of question. 

"Alexander..." He chocked out. 

If his plan was going to work without hurting Alec, he needed him to be right next to him. 

But it had many flaws. If Alec didn't get to him in time, or if Lorenzo killed him right then and there, or Alec were to get hurt, it could end in both of their deaths. He would gladly give himself up to protect the ones he loved, but he was not willing to risks Alec's life as well. Maybe he should ditch the plan...

Lorenzo came to one knee, placing the other on Magnus's chest with all of his weight, holding him down.  "How should I do this," Lorenzo wondered aloud. "I could kill you right here, or..." He trailed off, his smile turning into more of a smirk. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an old friend of his: Circe. She was one of the most powerful warlocks he knew, and she hated him. She hated him for all the things he'd done, she hated him for not loving her. Last time they had seen each other, Circe had told him that he would never love again, and if he did, she would kill whoever it was he loved without a second thought. Magnus had thought she was dead. He had seen it happen, hundreds of years ago. But these days, no one was surprised when someone they thought was dead showed up when they least expected it. He saw the magic swirling around her finger tips, the shades of red and orange meaning it was meant to harm someone, quite possibly kill them. Lorenzo was babbling on about how he should kill him. Magnus realized with a jolt of fear that her eyes were trained on Alec, who was spinning like the Tilt-a-Whirl at the fair, an arrow in each hand, fighting off the many warlocks surrounding him. He saw how Circe formed a ball with her magic, holding it close against her chest, slowly turning her hands outward. 

"Alec!" He screamed as loud as he could muster. "Alexander get down!" Alec moved just before the ball of magic shot toward him. It flew at him so quickly, Magnus wasn't sure if it had hit him or not. 

Alec had his hands over his face. Perfect. 

He ripped his arm out from Lorenzo's hand, chanted a quick spell, and shut his eyes. 

He saw a flash of light from behind his eyelids, and heard a loud beeping sound, followed by screams of agony. Forma angeli. It was as bright of the core of a god. Bright enough to kill. Even with your eyes closed, you could still be blinded by the light, and it could last up to a month. Magnus opened his eyes after the screams came to a stop. He could barely see, bright white spots dancing in his vision. He could just make out the shape of bodies on the grass, most with their eyes wide open. He stood up despite the horrible aching in his head, scanning the scene for the raven haired boy. 

Horror filled his body as his eyes scanned the last body. He wasn't here. Neither was Circe or Lorenzo. Panic replaced all other emotions inside of him. He screamed his name, but even his own voice sounded like it was underwater. He didn't hear Jace, Clary and Isabelle running up behind him, and he didn't hear what they were saying. The light had probably killed all of the vampires and demons in the whole city. As for the warlocks, it seemed as they and the Seelies had retreated. 

Eventually his vision began to get worse and worse, until he felt strong arms wrapping around his body. His feet left the ground. Or maybe he was imagining things. The last thing he saw before he blacked out completely was a flash of white in the smoky sky. 

Sorry for the short chapter.