*****Magnus's POV*****

Magnus's day was going pretty well so far.

He'd just gotten done mixing up a potion for a client to pick up later. Bubbling purple liquid the scent of jasmine and sage wafted through the air, the heady scent making his nose tingle. Being one of his stronger, volatile mixtures it would need some time to cool off and settle before being drunk. The potion, oddly enough was to remove a particularly nasty case of the warlock flu.

One of his old associates had come down with the terrible disease, messaging the High Warlock of Alicante for help rather brusquely. Magnus suspects his choice had more to do with the resources he has access to than ability he possesses.

While it was true this potion could be made without a few drops of liquid Adamas, the mixture was much more effective with the Angelic metal. Living in Alicante, Magnus had been given rights to a sizable stock of melted Adamas for his wares and he looks forward to using the glowing stuff more often in the future.

With the potion simmering, he went back out in the living room, leaving the doors to the apothecary wide open (they'd been installed after Magnus had first started experimenting with the Adamas, Let's just say there were a lot of mini explosions that wafted the smell of smoke throughout the Loft). Out of habit, he slumps down into the plush material of the couch, his hand reaching onto the small table for his phone.

He turns the phone on with a click, his fingers wrapping around the glittery phone case that made up the phone's exterior. His husband would never understand his obsession with glitter, but Alec hadn't complained when Magnus glittered a phone case for him to have. Alec has two separate phones: one for work and the other for personal calls.

The personal calls phone was nicely covered in a case of sparkling blue green glitter that Magnus wholeheartedly believes matches the twinkle in his husband's eyes (they may be hazel, but there is some blue green flecks here and there if one looked closely enough....and let's just say Magnus has definitely gotten a close look at those pretty eyes).

Upon quick examination the High Warlock finds that no one of importance has texted him much of anything, though there are two new updates on Instagram. Magnus laughs at the sight of Clary dragging Jace to an art exhibit at a festival back in NYC, the blonde's exasperated look telling him all he needs to know about the dog style paint on his face.

I wonder how she managed that? Clary's own face paint reflected that of a cat. He taps out a quick comment asking as much before hitting send. Then he goes over to his contacts to text his husband, only to find that his husband had already texted him.

Alec: Izzy surprised me at the office today. I'm going to have lunch with her and then help her with the order of weapons she has to pick up. See you tonight. Love you! Xoxoxo

Magnus smiles at the sweet text, his fingers tapping out a quick reply. He is pleased to here that Isabelle is here; his sister-in-law may not know what Alec is going through, but she's always been a good ally in getting the tall Shadowhunter to unwind.

Humming to himself, Magnus goes to find Chairman. The gray and white kitten is found to be gnawing on one of the legs of a dining chair. Small, sharp white teeth are latched onto wood with great clumsiness, bits of spittle getting on the dark carved wood. Magnus scoops the kitten up into his arms, very gentle but firm in ripping the kitten away from his newfound teething station.

He taps Chairman on the nose with one finger. The kitten's little pink nose wrinkles at being prodded before letting out a small sneeze that Magnus can't help but coo over. His husband and kitty have such adorable sneezes!

"Naughty, naughty Chairman. We don't chew on the furniture." He tells the cat seriously. Chairman Meow mews questioningly at him as though he doesn't understand what he's being reprimanded for.

That doesn't surprise me one bit. His frown turns back into a grin as the kitten licks his neck, the scratchy tongue feeling ticklish on the expanse of his tan neck. Magnus let's out a small chuckle, thankful that the Chairman didn't reach for the several necklaces hanging from his neck.

Alec had once told him that if they ever got children (which couldn't be that far off for them if we're being honest) then the warlock would have to avoid wearing so many necklaces. He'd had a point: children just love tugging at pretty objects, Magnus's many necklaces easily falling into that category. I suppose I will when we do, but until then I'm going to keep them on. As an added bonus, watching his husband react to Magnus shirtless with only a few necklaces trailing over his chest was truly a treasure to behold.

He pulls Chairman away from where the kitten has burrowed into his chest, staring into bright blue eyes. "Come on Chairman, let's go get lunch." He murmurs before setting the little cat on the ground and heading to the kitchen.

The kitten sprints off towards the food bowl with a special sort of delight. When Magnus comes back out of the kitchen with Chairman's food the kitten is already waiting for him with an expression of 'what took you so long?'

Magnus pours the food into the bowl before setting it up on the table, effectively out of reach of the cat. Chairman mewls in protest and it isn't long before he finds tiny claws digging into his pants legs. Ring clad fingers pull the tiny claws off of his skinny jeans. Then he squats down to eye level with Chairman.

"Chairman, what do we do when we want food?" Magnus asks the kitten. Round eyes stare up at him for a few seconds as though processing his words. Chairman then rolls over before sticking a tiny paw up for a high five. Magnus accepts the high five graciously, placing the food bowl back on the floor immediately afterward. The kitten digs into his lunch with great gusto, Magnus watching his and Alec's pet with great amusement.

****Isabelle's POV****

Her brother came dashing over to the table she was sitting at just as her drink arrived. She'd gotten herself and her brother one of the café's specialty caramel coffees. A sweet dollop of whipped cream was drizzled right on the top so artfully styled that she almost regrets taking a sip. Keyword here is almost. Warm caffeinated liquid slides down her throat with ease, effectively waking her up and satisfying her immensely.

"About time you showed up. What did you forget at the office?" She can't help but ask.

The server, Monty she thinks his name is, is headed back to the kitchen. The man's hair was a slicked back silver white, his eyes a deep brown. He apparently took shifts here occasionally when the owners were out of town. Monty was the former owner, his son runs the place now. Lots of shops in Alicante were that way: passed down generation after generation.

The same runs true for the properties here. Being the Inquisitor, Alec has the rights to the Inquisitor's house in Alicante. As a Lightwood, and the eldest son of the family at that, he also has the rights to Lightwood manor. Magnus and her brother had already spent a few quiet weekends at the large estate.

Being located amidst Brocelind forest, it was a great place to get away for awhile. She plans to show the manor to Simon someday, as when they got married (which was definitely what they planned to do) and if things went through with the big change Simon was willing to undergo for her, they would both be Lightwoods together.

Izzy use to never imagine having children before (though she did treat Max like he was her baby back when she played house as a young girl), but now she imagines having children with Simon and all the joy that would bring. For now though, she would look forward to Alec and Magnus having children. The two men hadn't said anything about adopting yet, but she was sure it was only a matter of time.

Alec hastily slides into the chair across from her. "Uh...what? Oh," he asked confused for a second before his hazel eyes dawned with realization. "Uh, I yea, just some unfinished work. Ran into an.....acquaintance of mine on the way out. Sorry I took so long." He murmurs.

"That's fine. Do I happen to know the person who held you up?" Izzy inquires. Alec rubs the back of his neck-a nervous gesture- though she can't fathom why he'd be nervous.

"Uh, I doubt you know him. If you've seen him, it likely was just in passing." He responds slowly, his voice testing out each word as he goes. Izzy has no idea why her brother is acting so strange about this. Unless....

"Is it one of my ex-boyfriends?"

Alec, who had been taking a sip of his coffee promptly spat it back out. The creamy spritz landed on his napkin and thankfully nowhere else. I'd hate for my outfit to get ruined. Too much of her things were ruined by demonic ichor. Things ruined by coffee did not need to be added into the mix. Despite the worry over clothes, she couldn't help but cackle at Alec's befuddled expression.

She would've thought Alec would expect this type of question from her. But it's clear he's not fully awake yet. It wasn't surprising really, she didn't feel at a hundred percent yet either. Morning coffee is a must with all Lightwoods, even Max was now taking a liking to the stuff. So far, he's only tried plain black coffee from their father. Max will probably have a sweet tooth too though, so I'm surprised he hasn't been trying sugar and cream mixed in yet.

"No!" Alec exclaimed a bit angrily. "This has nothing to do with any of them." He said harshly.

Alec's track record with Isabelle's boyfriends (both ex and current) was not exactly.......good. If he wasn't outright threatening them he'd be glowering at them from a distance. Simon was very much freaked out by Alec, though Izzy didn't exactly see why. But Isabelle wasn't fooled, her brother-in-law has told her that Alec has said that out of all of Izzy's boyfriends, Simon is the best. So he can say otherwise all he wants, but I know better.

"Okay okay. I won't ask. If you don't want to tell me I could care less." She admits.

Alec dips his head in agreement. "Sounds good to me. Waiter!" He waves over at Monty, the menu gripped tightly in his hands. Upon hearing Alec's voice, Monty lumbers on over to their table. Being the early morning there were hardly any customers around.

"Mr. Inquisitor! I was wondering when you'd come here again. I didn't realize this pleasant young lady here is your sister. Miss, what's your name?" Monty asks Isabelle, extending a hand for her to shake.

"It's Izzy." She shakes the hand firmly.

Before becoming Head of the New York Institute, she had not learned how to do a proper handshake. So before Alec had left New York with Magnus to head to Alicante, her brother spent a few weeks teaching her everything she needed to know.

That included having a good handshake, as a lot of business people are very observant about that for some reason or another. So she grips Monty's hand tightly, so much so that she can faintly feel his pulse point underneath the palm of his hand.

Being an elderly guy, Monty's hands are weathered with age. Veins are scrawled along his skin along with old splotches of white hair. If she had to guess, the man was in his seventies. Usually Shadowhunters didn't live to be so old, so Monty getting up to that age and being as healthy as he is truly is an achievement.

Izzy also hopes to live a long life, but with her job description it wasn't all that likely. Alec, on the other hand would likely live for a long time (unless someone got him killed.....probably Jace if we're being honest) especially with the job and husband he has now. Being the Inquisitor meant he saw less field work nowadays.

Her brother had complained about not being in action as much a few times already and she could sympathize with him. Being the Head of the Institute also made her be placed behind the desk a lot more often instead of fighting off demons. Alec and Isabelle both were seeing less action in the field, but it wasn't like their new positions weren't important. Normal Shadowhunters wouldn't be able to do their jobs without them around.

"So your the famed Isabelle. Alec talks a lot about you, all good things I assure. So, what can I get two of the esteemed Lightwood siblings?" The waiter asks.

Izzy watches her brother rattle off their orders; she trusts her brother to get something that she'll enjoy. Having not been to the place before, she was unsure as to what food here was good and what wasn't. Monty scribbles down the order with a tight grip on his pen, his whitish brown eyebrows furrowed. Once he's done the man disappears back into the kitchen. The metallic doors swung shut as soon as his stocky frame passed through them.

"Magnus and I come here every other week. They serve great omelets and pancakes, though Magnus is partial to the scones and waffles for some reason." Alec tells her conversationally.

"It's no surprise you two have different tastes, being from different backgrounds and all. I mean, Magnus comes from another time period entirely after all." Izzy responds, toying with the prongs of her fork.

The object was the color silver, but Izzy knew that it wasn't made out of it. Most restaurants in Alicante had reverted to using utensils without silver or iron in them because of all the Downworlders that had come to live there now. The amount was in no way bigger than the amount Shadowhunters living there (this is their homeland after all so they'll likely never be surpassed in numbers here) but she thought the gesture was a nice touch.

"Yes. Speaking of different backgrounds, have you talked to Simon about the thing?" He asked.

Isabelle gives a nod. She knew exactly what her brother was talking about, the prospect sending her heart beat into thumping harder than before. "We've talked about him possibly becoming a Shadowhunter if that's what your asking. Have the tests come back yet?" Izzy inquires.

Alec shakes his head. "Not yet, but the first few trial runs have shown good signs of working, so I'm hopeful about the next few results."

"Awww, and here I thought you despised Simon." She teases him, taking another sip of her coffee. The cream had long since melted into the steaming liquid, leaving a soft white foam on the top of the sweet brown mixture.

Her brother rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "I never said I despised the vampire. He just talks to much for my liking, and a lot of it is about silly Mundane things."

Izzy chuckles. "Whatever you say big brother." Alec went back to sipping from his cup of coffee, the two exchanging light hearted words until their food came.

Then the two ate for awhile in silence, enjoying the pleasant outdoor atmosphere. The patio of the restaurant was fenced in by metallic black fencing with curving metal patterns latched onto it.

Pretty flowers hung from hooks in the ceiling, the colors of pink and orange and purple like speckles of color against the white wooden ceiling. A good number of restaurants were located in this area. They all vied to be the most popular, though few of them ever reached such popularity.

Life is good, she thinks to herself, her mouth full of delicious omelet. Across from her Alec is grinning as he takes another bite of his chocolate chip pancakes that were drizzled over with sweet sticky syrup.

*******Time Skip/ Alec's POV*******

He was just about finished with his bacon when they appeared.

Three figures alight to the ground their wings blurs of color behind them as they land. Alec blinks a few times, hoping he might be hallucinating. When the three people don't disappear however, he knows they are indeed on the patio and that Daniel, Pippa and Harry are very much real. He glares at them from his seat at the table, silently willing for them to go away. The Shadowhunter didn't want lunch with his sister to get interrupted.

If Izzy hears the sound of the three winged nephilim landing, she doesn't show it. His sister does however raise her eyebrows when she sees her brother's narrowed gaze. Isabelle tilts her head in confusion, not knowing why Alec is glaring at seemingly nothing,

"Alec, what's wrong?" She asked.

The confusion in her voice and the lack of dawning realization when she turns to look over her shoulder proves to Alec that his sister can't see the three siblings. His supposed children eye him with unreadable expressions.

The Inquistor can't help but find it curious that like their wings, their eyes are also unique. Daniel's blue seem to be an ocean of stars; Pippa's eyes radiate the growth of a widespread forest; Harry's bicolored eyes are like the aurora borealis, the colors blended yet still patchy and shard like at the same time with a sparkle from some outside force.

"Nothing." He tells her quickly. "I think it's about time we left. I'll pay Monty now so we can get going." Alec lifts a pale hand to wave down the waiter. Monty had just stepped back onto the patio, his black flats scuffing on the cold floor as he came over.

"Alec, did you and your sister find everything to your liking?" The old man questions as he hands him the bill. Alec fishes out his wallet after he reads the price, digging out the money owed plus a generous tip.

"I thought it was great!" Izzy exclaims, her concern over Alec's glaring temporarily forgotten as she reassumed an air of politeness.

"Yes we did. It was delicious as always." He hands the bill and money over to the waiter. "Keep the change." Alec tells Monty when he shoots him a surprised look.

"Thank you Mr. Lightwood-Bane. Say hi to Magnus for me, it's been awhile since I've seen your husband here. He must be quite busy." Monty comments.

A fond smile passes over Alec's face when his husband is mentioned. The man can't help but let his finger reach for the ring on his finger, touching the object with a special tenderness. Most people didn't know this, but the words 'aku ciinta kamu' were carved on the inside of the band. The phrase was a secret message for the couple, a promise of their love.

Just as the lock on the bridge is. Of course Magnus had destroyed the original lock out of heartbreak, but the married couple had replaced it while on their honeymoon. Alec had learned a lot about his husband during that time, but he had never imagined his husband to be the founder of a cult called the Crimson Hand. He'd been shocked, and yet the same time the Shadowhunter understood why Magnus had done this the second they'd found the rules for secret organization. Even when drunk and a little to a lot upset with the world, his warlock still cared for others. The thought sent a twinge of happiness through his heart, a smile curved his lips.

Our honeymoon was about as far from ordinary as one can be, yet I loved almost every second of it. Of course this was excluding the time when Alec almost died and the time Magnus almost died and the time when they'd been betrayed by someone they'd grown close to. Those were not fond memories and they never would be.

He rises to his feet, beckoning Isabelle to follow. "Thank you Monty. I'll be sure to tell him." Alec replies with ease.

The tall Shadowhunter takes his sister by the hand, leading her out the front gate right past the Daniel, Harry and Pippa. Keeping Izzy close to him and making sure his hazel eyes weren't looking at the trio Alec keeps them from telling him anything.

I doubt that'll stop them though. Alec didn't have to turn around to know that the three winged nephilim were trailing them. The footfalls behind him were purposeful in their intent of following Alec and Izzy. He doesn't understand why they're so insistent on them coming with him, and if he doesn't get answers then he won't be coming willingly, that much was for certain.

Veronica's words echoed in his head with clear precision. 'They only have your best interests at heart' she had promised him. But who was she to promise that? I've seen her in dreams and talked to her, but that doesn't exactly mean I know her that well to put my complete faith in her. Things in Alicante were getting too strange as of late, and Alec didn't like it one bit.

By the Angel. Why can't I just be happy? Why can't I be left in peace? For that Alec truly had no answer. Things were beginning to spiral out of his control. Even with Magnus by his side the man was unsure as to whether or not he'd be able to handle the oncoming storm.

The journey to the Gard was quick and precise, not a footstep misplaced nor a breath misused. A few people had come up to Alec and Izzy on their short walk to offer greetings and start discussions. Alec had waved them off with a dismissive gesture, not wanting to talk to these citizens of Alicante while he was on his way to the Gard.

Izzy had apologized for his rudeness, saying that he was just stressed out, to which a few of them had somberly nodded. In the City of Glass, news travels fast so everyone had the inkling of Alec's workload as Inquistor.

Being the youngest Inquisitor appointed thus far in history, the Shadowhunter had to go above and beyond to prove himself, all the while getting rid of a few long withstanding laws in order to improve relations with Downworlders. The work was harsh, tedious and beyond stressful, but Alec knew he was making a difference.

Any world that is better for Magnus and other Downworlders to live in will be worthwhile, his mind told him without a shadow of doubt. All this work though, and of course the headaches along with the three people still following behind them had made him feel in no mood for polite exchanges.

He felt bad for being so brusque to the townspeople though, so he promised to himself to make it up to them later. Alec may not be a man of many words, but he is a man of action. And so he would act accordingly the next time he saw the seven onlookers next time around.

But for now.....

They'd reached the Gard, the gigantic architectural masterpiece looming up in front of them in stony silence. Alec lets go of Izzy hand, pushing down the feeling of forlornness welling up in his chest. He has business to handle, business that cannot be left to wait around.

Izzy looks surprised at the loss of contact, their entwined hands slipping away from each other as though pulled apart by the wind. Questioning brown eyes study him, long lashes blinking slowly. It is clear she doesn't understand why he's leaving. Alec wishes he could tell her....though he knows he cannot.

"I have to let you go here. Jia's in her office so she'll be more than happy to help you out with the weapons order." Is what he tells her.

"But what about you. Where are you going Alec?" She asks.

Alec averts his gaze. He can't tell Izzy the truth, not now. But I'm not going to lie to her either, the Shadowhunter's mind fiercely retorts. He stumbles around in his head, racking for an answer she won't question. When he comes up blank, Alec sighs in resignation.

"I can't tell you. Not now, but I promise I'll talk to you about it later." Alec promises.

"Uh, Okay then big brother. Please be careful." Izzy still seems uncertain, but reluctantly agrees to let him go.

Alec gives her a faint smile. "When am I not careful?" He says rhetorically.

The tall male pulls his sister into a quick embrace, burrowing his head into her shoulder. Izzy accepts the hug gladly. Her thin, strong arms wrap around his waist tightly as though she doesn't want to let go. Alec wishes briefly that Isabelle didn't have to, that he could ignore the chaotic pounding in his head.

Ignoring reality was a nice daydream, but not a possible one. Alec knew with a deep seated understanding that he'd have to confront Daniel and his siblings. This game of cat and mouse could not be allowed to continue for much longer. If I want answers, I'm going to have to go with them, that much is clear.

And yet he finds himself darting over to the nearby stables as soon as Isabelle slips past the entry doors to the Gard. Unbeknownst to him Isabelle peeks her head back out the door to see where her brother is headed off to, her eyebrows furrowed with confusion and suspicion as she spots his destination. Resigning herself to interrogate him later, Izzy slips back into the Gard, the doors closing with a resounding click.

The wide wooden barn lay a little ways away from the pristine defense fortress. It was one of the older structures in Alicante that by the grace of the Angel hadn't been destroyed when the rift was opened by Sebastian over the City of Glass. This was oddly like one house on a completely wrecked city block not being ripped apart by a ravaging tornado.

Painted red doors gave way to several stalls, most of which containing a horse a piece. Alec can't help but give each a small pat as he passes them. There are twenty five stalls in total, twenty of them hosting a horse inside. Low lighting from old lamps gave off a yellow sheen to the surrounding wooden stalls and gates.

A few saddles and bridles were located on the wall coming in, so Alec had already grabbed one. The saddle's color is a rich black, with the Lightwood family crest of a blazing torch engraved on it in a glistening silver. His hazel eyes light up to find the horse that he's looking for.

Wayfarer is a massive gray stallion. A white star marking is on his forehead and a dark gray mane and tail are situated breezily behind the horse. The horse was originally intended for the Verlac family, but as they no longer lived in Alicante (they reside in France now) that had left this proud Stallion up for grabs.

Alec had been more than happy to be given ownership of the friendly horse, taking him out for rides whenever he got the chance. As plenty of Idris is mostly countryside, he enjoyed the galloping across the hillside all the way to Lightwood manor that was a good few miles out from the City of Glass. He has yet to take Magnus out on the horse, the thought of his warlock riding on Wayfarer behind him both enticing and delightful to his soul.

"Hey there boy! Did you miss me?" Alec says. Wayfarer lets out a snort, nuzzling his head into the Shadowhunter's open palm. Wayfarer was rather large in size, his broad flanks and long legs a testament to that.

The metal gate keeping the horse penned in opens with a swift click. Alec slides the bridle and saddle onto the horse with little complaint. Wayfarer lets out a small chuff as Alec begins to lead him outside the barn, his tail flicking behind him.

Alec grins at the animal, reaching over into one of the neatly stacked compartments in the wall to grab a sugar cube for his friend. Wayfarer whinies happily when shone the stark white cube in Alec's palm, reaching over and guzzling it down happily. The horse continues to lick his palm long after the cube is gone as though there are still some remaining sugar crumbs in his hand (there's not).

"Buddy stop!" He lets out a laugh, some of the tension riddling his tall lithe form dissipating in those few easy going moments. Wayfarer chortles, uncaring about Alec's complaints though he does stop the rather ticklish licking, leaving a trail of saliva behind that the Shadowhunter hastily wipes away on a pant leg.

Stepping out of the barn Alec doesn't see Daniel or his siblings anywhere in sight. He doesn't for a second think that means the trio isn't around though, so he quickly pulls himself up onto the saddle with practiced ease. If I'm going to have a confrontation, then I'm going to do it without any prying eyes.

"Come on Wayfarer, lets get going." He knocks his foot into Wayfarer's side lightly, the signal to get a move on clear as day.

****Daniel's POV****

Daniel knew where his father was heading long before they reached his destination. The green plains of Idris and the clumps of trees that represented Brocelind Forest spread out beneath he and his siblings like a spectacular collage of nature. His father and the horse he sat astride on were but a grayish black speck amongst the many variations of green.

A small dirt path rolled out across the floor. The horse was galloping down it with a brisk pace. Daniel couldn't see it, but he knew Alec's eyes were fixed on what lay ahead. The Lightwood manor was coming into view now, the house just as spectacular as the last time Daniel had been there.

Of course a lot had changed in over several hundreds of years since he'd first built the home he and Harmony raised their children in. This really takes me back. He pictures Harmony: an absolute treasure amongst the earth.

She'd been a delicate young woman when they'd first met, shy at first but so bright and so vibrant once they got to know each other. The young woman had been his exact opposite in regards to looks. Her hair was a long flowing blond; her eyes were a dark brown; her skin was a beautiful crisp tan.

Daniel fell in love with her like he fell in love with flying: with an ease that surprised even his father. His siblings were unnerved at first by the thought of stepping out into empty air. When the winged nephilims' wings were small and still covered in down, the four siblings had dreamed of flying. Flight would make them one step closer to being like their father, an archangel they held in the most highest reverie.

But when the time came most all of them had been rather frightened. Sara, Pippa and Harry had not taken into account that flying would require being very high up from the ground. As Daniel and Sara are the eldest of their siblings, they'd been the first to learn to fly. Sara had reacted very similar to how Pippa and Harry had reacted the first time father started instructing them. He can still remember that day with a fondness reserved only for his family.

Flashback

Father had taken him and Sara up to the High Grounds before for picnics with the family so coming up here for flying wasn't that much of a stretch. Seven year old Daniel and Sara were exploring the landscape with curious eyes.

They weren't underneath the trees like last time. This go around the trio was standing out in a clearing where an abandoned construction site is located. Father said the project to build a school up here had been abandoned years ago due to difficulties with the location of the building site.

Apparently it was too high above sea level and the cliffs near it were dangerous for children. These two bits of information were what is unnerving Sara now, her pearlescent wings twitching behind her with unease.

Father was standing a little ways away, his blue eyes zeroing in on his children thoughtfully. What Daniel would give to know what his father is thinking sometimes.

"Daddy I'm scared! You're not going to make us jump off the cliff are you?" Sara asks, her little body trembling with fear. Their father's gaze softens on the little girl as he moves forward to stoop down to be eye level with her.

"Of course not my pearl. There's no way I'd make either of you do a nosedive. It's a much too complicated maneuver and you're both much too young." He runs his long fingers of his right hand through her hair.

Sara presses close to Father in a tight embrace that the archangel returns in full. Daniel watches them for a few moments, the word 'nosedive'. The eldest had seen his father do a straight dive from the cliffs before, his powerful white wings curling around him as he spiraled down.

At the last possible moment, Remiel would shoot his wings out to catch himself, using that energy to surge himself back upwards. It was risky move, but it also was an amazing one. Daniel can't help but want to do it too, as though being able to nosedive would make him even more like his father.

Blue eyes focus on the cliffs before flirting back to his father and twin. The archangel was so focused on consoling his daughter that he wouldn't be paying to Daniel for at least another minute.

Now is my chance!

Daniel raced over to the cliffs with confident strides, his black sandals kicking up dirt as he ran. The loose shirt and pants he is wearing do little to shield him from the gusts of wind. Deep ink black wings with hues of blue flap outwards ready for take off. The drop from the cliff can easily be seen by the small boy now, the city spread out like a painting below.

"Woohoo!" Daniel cheers as he jumps off the cliff in what he hopes resembles his father's own dive.

"DANIEL!!!" His father's voice shouts in alarm, his twin's voice joining along with the deeper baritone.

The eldest twin could hardly hear them now as he spiraled down. Black wings were tucked in close to his body, making him propel to the earth at an even faster speed. Normally oncoming earth would freak a person out, but for a winged nephilim like Daniel he just felt exhilarated.

A part of him wants to wait till he is just about to reach the ground to open his wings, but when a smaller cliff side comes into view Daniel realizes he can't wait that long. Caught off guard, Daniel flails a bit in the struggle to open his wings. The little one hadn't realized that it took so much strength to force them open against the wind currents slamming into him almost full throttle.

"No no no no no no!" Daniel cries out with worry. He knows he's not going to open his wings up in time. Blue eyes screw shut, bracing for the pain of slamming into the hard packed dirt of the cliff.

.........

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Except the pain doesn't come. Strong arms wrap around his small form and pull him close. Daniel warily opens his eyes to see his father. The archangel's expression is tight with worry and concern and also relief that he'd gotten to his son in time.

Unlike Daniel, Remiel has no struggle opening up his wings to surge back upwards to the cliff Daniel had jumped off in the first place. The young boy feels a trill of excitement as they soar up into the sky, his previous fear of an almost death put behind him.

The pair alights down onto the High Grounds with practiced ease. Remiel doesn't let go of Daniel until they are at least thirty feet away from the diving cliffs. Sara rushes over to them as soon as they land, her whitish pink wings quivering behind her.

"Dan Dan! I was so worried!" Sara cries, her tanned arms pulling him against her tightly. Daniel returns the hug with ease, never having trouble showing affection to his twin.

He tilts his head over to meet his father's gaze. Remiel's eyes are glimmering with so much emotion; at the forefront a steady anger is reflected in infinite blue pools.

"Daniel what were you thinking! You're way too young to be trying to pull off a nosedive. If I hadn't gotten to you in time...." Father trails off, his eyes misting.

Guilt strikes in the boy's heart. He hadn't meant to scare his father. "I-I'm sorry Da. I just want to be like you." Daniel mumbles, extricating himself from Sara's tight grip on him.

Both Sara and Harry always hugged so fiercely, as if each embrace might be their last. It was a bit boggling to the eldest sibling, who thought that neither of them know how to hug properly. At least Pippa could hug properly, the redhead's hugs sweet and gentle just like their mother's embrace.

Father's expression softens. "I see. Well, please don't try it again anytime soon. I promise to teach you it, but only when I know you're ready." The archangel says firmly, leaving no room for protest.

Daniel accepts this with ease, as he also accepts the hug father pulls him into. Father's hugs are the most intriguing. It was as though a brilliant stream of warm light was encasing him. The boy can't help but tighten his hold, wanting to take in as much of that sensational light as he can.

Flashback end

Father had kept his promise. When Daniel had turned fourteen he was taught how to nosedive, his black wings much stronger than they'd been all those years ago. These wings were even stronger now, and they would do whatever it took to get Father back.

How ironic is it Dad, that the move you taught me with such patience and deliberation will be what I use to retrieve you?

Father and the gray stallion are but a short few kilometers away from the manor when the three siblings make their move. Daniel raises a hand to catch the filled needle tipped vial Pippa tosses him with precision of a well trained warrior.

Pippa and Harry then shoot down first to stop Alec in his tracks. The stallion rears back with an alarmed neigh at the sight of two people appearing spontaneously as they slip off the glamours for their bodies (not their wings mind you, making it look like they're floating in midair). The Shadowhunter astride the horse also shouts out in alarm, his eyebrows raised in horror.

Moving like lightning, Daniel nosedives down the the forest below. He slams into Alec within seemingly just the blink of an eye, locking his arms around the man tightly before lifting him up to the sky.

Not knowing what's going on, Alec squirms and yells out as they ascend into the sky with Harry and Pippa on their trail. The eldest sibling silences the man quickly by stabbing the needle into his father's neck. An almost clear liquid seeps into the Shadowhunter's blood, knocking him out instantly.

The fluid is a special concoction of Armando's making, it wouldn't harm their father in any way, just keep him knocked out for about twelve hours. With father as a dead weight in his arms now Daniel is able to fly with relative ease, Pippa and Harry flanking him on either side.

The second part of the plan was finally complete.

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A/N: Another chapter done. So much stuff happened in this one, so I hope y'all enjoyed! Let me know what you think in the comments. Stay tuned for next time.