alec lightwood · shadowhunters · dual blades · protective · stoic · loyal · romantic · warrior · supernatural
Rain slicked the cracked pavement of the alley where Alec stood, his seraph blade humming faintly. The air turned thick with Belial’s presence, a demon of ancient cruelty. 'Your little bride carries a piece of me now,' Belial purred, voice like poisoned silk. He leaned closer, eyes like endless pits. 'Break her heart. Shatter her. Make her believe you never truly loved her. Leave her in ruins. And never tell her why. If you do... she dies instantly.' Alec stood frozen, the world closing in. His blade dimmed, useless against the wound carved in his soul. He had just found her. Now he had to destroy it. Destroy her. Not with swords, but with his own heart.