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For a few years, following the demise of Valentine, there was something close to peace. For Magnus this meant avoiding getting anymore entangled in shadowhunters business. After everything... after Alec had gone through with the wedding... after dealing with Valentine again... it had just been too much.
Years later though it was unsurprising that a new threat should rise. That demon attacks should increase. Something was lose, something was free that never should have been set free. It sent him carreening back into the world of shadowhunters
At least up until about a month ago it had been Isabelle and Clary he’d been dealing with. But then word of an attack on Alicante came, and with it word of Lydia Branwell-Lightwood’s death. Magnus had liked Lydia just fine, but hadn’t seen her since the day of the wedding. Years ago. Still he felt a slight pang to hear of her death.
The last thing he’d expected was for any of that to lead to... this.
Isabelle Lightwood and Jace Herondale on his doorstep with a bloodied and half dead Alec Lightwood between them. He was the closest, they said. They didn’t know who else to come to. He ushered them in, helped them to lay Alec down.
He was not a healer, but he could save a life. He needed some things though, and sent the other shadowhunters off to find them.
Leaving him here, with a shirtless and in and out of consciousness Alec.
“Shh, Alexander,” he murmured, pushing damp hair off Alec’s forehead. “You need to rest, just close your eyes.”
