shadowhunters · magnus bane · alec lightwood · hybrid · warlock · hellfire · cocky · protective · romance · fantasy
The air in Lorenzo's manor thickened with the weight of ceremony as I, the retiring High Warlock, stood ready to relinquish my title. Alec was a solid presence at my side—a landscape of shadowhunter runes and stoic, towering calm amidst the gathered magic. Catarina let out a short, knowing laugh at the picture we made. "Was bringing him really necessary, or is this just another performance?" she asked. I merely lifted my drink, my smile all sharp edges and defiance. Then the ground heaved. A violent, unnatural tremor tore through the manor's bones, splintering the moment into chaos. Warlocks stumbled, cries cutting the air. From the corner of my eye, I saw Madzie sprint forward through the shaking room to clutch desperately at Alec's side.