She felt how she slipped away but seeing how the fighter that had been so brave was trying to awake from the slumber one of Julien's monsters had put on him, made her decide to keep going. And so, she did. With loud protest from any organ under her skin and with pain rushing through her veins, she whispered the magic that could make this nightmare turn into a miracle.

She was shaking, her hands trembling, her magic fading away. When Jace noticed how his parabatai was starting to breathe again, and he could feel his own heart loosen, he than noticed how bad the one who was saving Alec, actually was doing. She had a pale skin, as pale as the snow, and emerald eyes that seemed more dead than alive. She had dried lips, blood dripping from them, mumbling the Latin words he could understand, for Valentine had made him learn the ancient language and it dawned on him what she was given up for his brother.

The blond had met many people. Too much of them were irrational, or blunt. They didn't care about others but themselves and continued going even if that meant destroying everything and everyone else. For too long, he knew, he had been one of those. But love had changed everything.

Although he disliked the warlock who persuaded him into doing it her way, she was giving more than 110% to fix her mistake. She was taking energy from herself so the young head of the New York institute would survive. That was brave and reckless on her behalf. It took some guts to do that. The least he could do was help her.

And THAT, that thought, even if it was only a second, would've never crossed his mind if it weren't for those two big orbs, Clary's eyes, glancing over at him, asking to follow his heart instead of his head, to be human and not shadowhunter. Begging him to feel and love, just this once. Though had she forgotten, that she had turned him more humane already than anyone ever had.

He sighed, wanting to lay his hand on the warlock that was casting this obviously powerful and hard spell. But when his hand tried to reach her shoulder, he froze. Her wicked eyes stared right at him, as she continued mumbling, never stopping to give herself to the man who was beginning to move again.

"Don't touch me," she begged him, switching from Latin to English. Her broken, tired eyes stared into the golden orbs that were trying to do good, telling him that now wasn't a moment to follow his heart, but to stay by his brother's side. Because, if anyone would touch her, she would use up all their energy in a second and kill them. She didn't want anyone else to die today, if she could prevent it from happening.

"Why not?" he asked, a raspy voice. Alec was slipping away again, as the sparks were fading. She tried her best to focus on him, his crystal eyes, his pale face, anything to draw her attention back to him. But the blond his courage almost stole her mind.

He didn't understand. Of course, he didn't. One second, she was bleeding and dying just as much as his friend and the other second, she refused his help. It was a weird world, he knew, but no one had ever declined help if they needed it as bad as her.

"Because I'll kill you if you do," she spoke in all honesty, sadness dripping from her voice. Suddenly, Jace groaned, his parabatai clearly trying to give up on the spell, because it wasn't working anymore. He pressed his hand against the rune he had been given as a child, a sudden rush of pain stealing his vision as he broke down.

"Jace!" Clary screamed, watching her boyfriend fall. His spine hit the floor, his blond hair now completely messy from the air that tried to keep him standing for once. His pale skin now fitted perfectly with Alec's, as his brother was dragging him in the same situation as he was.

"What did you do to him?!" Isabel demanded, anger on her voice. She had let a warlock whom neither of them knew, help her brother. And now her other brother was laying in agony on the floor, just barely a second after the Downworlder spoke she was going to kill him.

It didn't add up. It rarely ever did. Why would she try to save Alec if she was killing Jace? But the youngest Lightwood forgot how parabatai bonds worked. What one feels, feels the other too. So, when the head of the institute began to slip away, his partner in crime felt the consequences.

"It's Alec," he muttered before he groaned in pain once more, held by his girlfriend, who had until that moment judged nobody. Isabel had to tear away her stare at the warlock so she could hear what Jace was saying, because her mind was only focused on whoever did this to her family.

But when it dawned on her that her family was being taken down by themselves, she gave a short apology with her fiery brown eyes, before she continued helping Jace and Alec trying to restore their energy, worrying whenever a breath escaped their lips.

"Ecce do vobis potestatem meam." ("I hereby give you my power.") the partly demon marvelled. Her voice was nothing above a loud whisper, though it was enough for one of the hunters to stop crying out in the agony that he was apparently being held captive by.

She felt her head fall to her side, giving all she had, she fought the slumber that was awaiting her arrival for long. Two demonic eyes glared upon her from the shadows, those of the Grim Reaper, a glance she recognized from an old friend, who was bound to go here to collect the dead. But which one?

"Surge." ("Rise.") She told him, as his chest rose violently, his breathe being given back to him. The midnight-dark hair he owned was messier than ever, but so, his pale skin was returning it's almost china like shade. The big bags under his eyes were disappearing, though his sky-like eyes still hadn't opened themselves.

"Surge." ("Rise.") She felt her orbs closing, the darkness growing nearer. But this time, she let it. She felt the energy leave her veins, while dark blood continued dripping from her lips, being the only thing keeping her warm on the old, ice-cold floor.

The shadowhunter who was the first one to help her, Simon Lovelace, gave her a worried look. Yes, Alec was a close friend to him, but that didn't mean he would stand there and do nothing. Although she had made it clear already that there was nothing to be done or to help her. Therefore, against his sanity and instinct, he watched how she drained herself so someone she had never met before could live.

She was getting every spark of energy or anything containing enough to keep her going for another minute together so she could save the day once more. Because after all, that was her job. A job she had been given a century ago, as high warlock but also as oldest wizard amongst them. For the reason that, honestly, the oldest should look after the youngest.

"Surge!"("Rise!")She screamed loudly. Alec rose with a gasp, sitting with his back straight in a second. He looked around, confusion painted over his face as well as on Jace's, since the pain had so suddenly left. They both shared one glance, and hugged each other, afraid that what they had felt wasn't their own state, but their brother's.

And while there was such an amazing reunion with the Lightwood family and all the hunters, who were now besides their partly leader, she sighed loudly as she let the demon searching for her, in, falling to the ground with a loud thumb. Her head collided harshly to the floor, her hair going everywhere, her tired eyes closed as she drifted off.

No one realized, for a second, all too busy with the one that had been brought back from the dead, but the one who all the attention was pointed at, was the first to comprehend the sound he had just heard. With worry lacing his glance and his broken voice now coming alive, he asked for the one who saved him.

That's when everyone turned around to be met with the unconscious body of the one who had given her heart and soul for the stranger. Some of them rushed to their side, but Alec was the first to take her in his arms and stand up, checking her breath and her heartbeat.

He had just awoken, and everyone would've needed a second to be okay, but his first instinct was to check on the person who saved him. Not many people did the same. No one, actually, cared about the woman when they noticed that their best friend or brother was okay.

Yet Alec Lightwood, always and ever Alec Lightwood, cared.