His gaze drifted, unerringly fixing on Alec in a moment. Luke was right, that Alec somehow feared that he was not enough, that he was failing on some level in the very core of him. It completely bewildered Magnus, who was thoroughly and sickeningly in love with the Shadowhunter and thought the sun rose and set in his eyes. But his opinion of himself was a fact. All Magnus could do was try to convince him otherwise.

Magnus' eyes glided back to Luke. His smile was much fiercer, darker, and his eyes glimmered with pleasure. "Good," he said, voice low. "Doesn't matter if he wasn't really real. That asshole deserves to die a hundred times over in every dimension."