(NEW ONE YEAAAAHHHH) *Alec screamed for Magnus, but couldn’t walk, couldn’t move. He was being held back by Jace and some other person, but he didn’t care anymore. Alex was struggling very hard-he could tell by the grunts of frustration Jace let out, trying to keep Alec from interfering. But how could he not, when he saw the person he loved the most, bound to the ground in chains and slowly being killed? Valentine stood above Magnus, grinning wickedly. “Maybe this, Alexander, will teach you to keep to yourself, and not mess with my plans.” Valentine held a stele, and it was obvious what he was about to do. Mark Magnus, a Warlock, with the most angelic tune there is, one that was handed down from the heavens itself. Magnus sat, shaking, under valentine, silent tears falling on his pale cheeks. He looked up, giving a small smile to Alec. “It’s ok, love. I’ll be…fine. I promise. Don’t cry, it doesn’t suit you…” He said softly, unconsciously bringing up his hand to wipe Alec’s tears, but frowned when the chains jingled, stopping him. Valentine rolled his eyes, before suddenly, bringing down the stele. Magnus’s eyes widened, and he screamed in pain, arching his back to escape the pain. But Valentine just smiled, continuing the rune. Magnus’s breath spread up, as tears fell uncontrollably. He sobbed at the pain, his head hanging low. When Valentine finally lifted the stele, Magnus went limp, ragged breaths escaping his mouth, before they entirely stopped. He went limp, and fell to the ground. Alec screamed, but before he could reach Magnus, a white explosion suddenly went off, throwing him back.