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Death Was Just The Beginning

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“Ugh” he grumbled, rolling over for what seemed like the thousandth time, trying in vain to stop his spinning mind, to quiet the racing thoughts and  torment for just a moment. Trying to get a tiny bit of peace and solace…but it seemed all but a lost cause.


Not that that was surprising.


Kinda hard to turn your mind off when you’ve just realized your mind has been pretty much off for nearly your entire life. When you realize the very cornerstone of your identity, your one absolute truth is anything but. That everything you thought you knew is wrong…is a lie.


When you spend your entire life giving everything you have protecting innocents from evil, threats and monsters only to find out that you’re in fact the monster.


God…how could everything change so much so quickly?


He’s a Lightwood- a protector through and through. It’s the very core of everything he is. Everything he’s ever known. It’s all he’s ever been, all he’s ever wanted to be. He’s a good, decent, righteous descendent of angels, a true defender of innocents. Dedicating his life, everything he has, to protecting humanity from the hidden evils of this world.


So many hidden evils.


Demons, goblins, magics, vampires, shifters, monsters…. literal monsters. Beings with fangs, claws, scaly skin, acidic venom, vicious barbs, spikes and spines, glowing eyes, and ferocious, animalistic tempers. Beings that literally prey on the weak, innocent or vulnerable. Magical beings that can bend the elements and even reality itself to their will and whim, that treat the natural law as little more than a suggestion. Beings that could enchant, enthrall and bewitch you, leaving you as little more than a helpless puppet for their own amusement.


Of course these beings were evil…they are literally the stuff of nightmares.


The war between the monsters and Angelus has been going for centuries. Longer than seemingly anyone can even really remember. The monsters were always there, just outside the human’s view, always right there, embedded with the humans, surrounding themselves with them, just waiting for their opening…and the descendants of Angels were always right there as well, ensuring they could not find it.


That is how it is…how it has always been.




 He’s been a willing- at times fiercely enthusiastic- participant in this fight for near half his life. Fighting this war for well over a decade. His fought and fought and fought. Lost so many…taken even more.


There’s been so many losses, so many deaths, so much pain, fear and terror.


And yet throughout it all he has never, ever, not even for one moment questioned it. Any of it. Never questioned that they had to fight. Never questioned they were in the right. Never questioned that the untold amount of death, destruction and pain was necessary…was warranted…


Was righteous.


He has NEVER questioned it.


Not for one moment.


Not even when the fight took the life of his twin- his best friend and closest confidante. The one person in this entire world who ALWAYS had his back, without question, without hesitation. The person who knew him better than he even knew himself. The person who has been by his side- usually showing him up with a fair bit more flash and flair- from the day they were born right up to the day that horrible day she died.


Even then- on what was by far the worst day of his entire life- he never questioned.




Not even once.


He has dedicated his entire life to this. His siblings have dedicated their entire lives to this…pledged near everything they have to this fight. To the belief that they are in the right. That the fight is necessary, moral, just. That they are on the side of angels.


That they are good.


That HE is good.


They have dedicated their entire lives to a lie.




How has he NEVER questioned it?


Is he stupid, blind, freaking brainwashed? How the hell do you make it to thirty years old, fighting a relentless, unending hidden war and never- not even for one god damned minute- think to question why the hell you are fighting? Never take a step back and really look- REALLY question?


Simon did.


Simon got it right off the bat. He knew something was off, saw it, and he was smart enough to listen to himself, go the hard road….the moral road…the REAL moral road.


The kid can fight, Alec’s seen him fight. Simon could make it as a hunter no sweat. Hell given the right motivation he could even give Alec a run for his money. Simon CAN fight…he CHOOSES not to. He chooses not to because he saw it…saw the issues, saw the questions, saw the blanket generalizations for exactly what they were and was unwilling to turn a blind eye to it like everyone else.


Saw that it was wrong, hatful, flawed…j-just wrong. he told Alec this…told him exactly WHY he thought this…And still nothing.


Even before Simon flat out told him he knew there had to be more to it than just ‘the kid liked studying more than fighting’. He knew it wasn’t anything as simple as he was just too scared or timid to fight. The guy was about the farthest thing from a coward there was- and yet it never occurred to Alec WHY someone who could fight would choose not to.


God he really was stupid.


Simon may not have spelled it out in actual words before but there were more than enough clues, and Simon was his best friend. He Should have known the real reason. Though he doesn’t know why he’s so surprised he didn’t pick up on the subtle when even Simon flat out telling him exactly why he didn’t fight barely even registered as little more than a worry the kid may be too kindhearted for his own good.


He heard him damnit…And he just blew it off like it was nothing…just sweet, adorable, ever-so-slightly naive Simon seeing the best in everyone like always.


God damnit


SIMON told him…his best friend…a person he trusts more at times than he trusts himself told him this was wrong…and he shrugged it off.


Alec saw none of it…Just his duty, his just, righteous mission.


God he was a fool.


How do you fight a war, fight  battles, take lives…god SO many lives… and never question why you are doing it…never question if it’s necessary?


Never question if it’s right?


How does that happen?


God…everything he’s done.


Twelve years of near unrelenting fighting…unrelenting conflict and violence and pain and fear and blood…


So much senseless violence.


And for what?


To protect humans from the monsters?


The monsters….ha…that’s rich.


He always thought he knew what side he’s on. He’s the descendent of angels… His people are the descendants of angles…they are on the side of angels…the good, just, moral side…


God he was a naive fool.


Blindly, unquestioningly following without a second thought.


How many innocent lives have been lost to this? How many innocent lives has he himself unknowingly taken? How much innocent blood is on his hands?


Does being duped into evil acts make you evil…or just stupid?


Does it really matter?


Does that actually change anything? In any way lessen your guilt?




No it doesn’t.


It doesn’t and he doesn’t know anything that ever will. He knows what he’s done, it doesn’t matter why he’s did it or if he knew what he was doing or any of the rest of it…he did it. And he will have to live with it for the rest of his life.


He has no clue how he will.


But he will.


He has no choice.


He gave a louder groan, rolling over yet again, agitatedly pushing himself up, turning flipping over his pillow, trying to get it into a relatively comfortable position, punching it with far more fervor than is necessary wishing he could just get up and head to the training room, go a few rounds with the heavy bag, try to work some of this out.


He wants to but he can’t.


Couldn’t take the chance of someone seeing him…questioning him.


As fragile and frayed as his nerves are now heaven only knows what he’d let slip.


And unfortunately now heaven isn’t the only one who knows what the consequences could be for him or anyone he let slip to…


They could end up like Isabelle…


Or worse.


She managed to survive everything…but just barely.


He doesn’t know how she survived everything she did. Honestly neither does she.


She did though.


But just because she did doesn’t mean him or his other loved ones would fare nearly as well.


After all there  are very few people as strong as Isabelle Lightwood.