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Kit’s Secret Fire Message #20

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Kit lead the way out of the bright corridor with a confidence he didn’t feel. He knew they were scraping borrowed time, that they probably had only a few seconds before the demons could find them and the children they were trying to protect. The group was trapped inside the Malachi Configuration, but Kit preferred not to risk the chance of the demons will find a way to get past that obstacle.

After only a few long strides, he and Ty found themselves in a wide hall. The ceiling was higher than in any other part of the cave, arched upwards, like a strange and foreign dome placed inside the underground labyrinth. The temperature was unbearably high, and Kit ignored the slow trickle of sweat running down his spine. It wasn’t a surprise, considering the enormous pillar of fire, blazing in the middle of the room. Kit could feel Ty tense next to him, but they had no time to hesitate. Over thirty demons circled the fire, swaying from side to side in absolute silence. The image was almost religious in its familiarity, like ancient paintings Kit had seen in the old books his father kept in their LA home.

He had never seen such a large group of demons, it wasn’t what they had expected, but Kit didn’t feel afraid, he almost couldn’t. The grounding sound of Ty’s breathing filled him with a certainty he knew was probably recklessly dangerous. They were only two Shadowhunters, and Kit sometimes felt like he wasn’t even fully qualified to count as one himself.. but as he looked at the fire, rising high above the demons and scorching the ceiling into a darkened blackness, he felt the steady pull of his blood guiding him forward.

Ty’s hand found his and squeezed hard for half a heartbeat, before both men sprang forward, their seraph blades slicing the smoke like lightning bolts hitting the sand.

In front, the swaying circle of Moloch demons rose a thick layer of black smoke that glided rapidly towards them.

“Kit-“ Ty’s voice hitched as multiple pairs of burning yellow eyes formed all across the wall of smoke that tried to encircle them.

“Yeah yeah, goddamn Iblis demons. I hate Iblis demons. They totally ruined bonfires for me after- Ouch!”

Kit pierced the nearest demon to him with annoyance.

“I don’t appreciate your attitude”, he called as he threw himself in front of another demon, whirling his seraph blade into the gap between the demon’s eyes.

“You,” he panted, “are the reason why midnight picnics” he dropped to the ground, “are no longer allowed in our household”. His blade sank into its target and the air around him cleared.

“Are you always this chatty while fighting?” Ty mused.

Kit unleashed a mischievous smile and said, “only when I’m in a mood”.

“Which mood?” Ty straightened and drew another seraph blade from his belt in a long, smooth movement.

Kit grinned wickedly and whispered, “Guess”.

The circle of Moloch demons was starting to slowly break apart as they realized their line of defense failed to guard them.

“We have to stop them from raising the greater demon. He won’t be able to fully come to this world without the sacrifice but that doesn’t mean he won’t be able to do some serious damage”.

Kit nodded in silent agreement.

He drew a longsword that was strapped to his back and held it out to Ty.

“You’re almost out of seraph blades, take it.”

Ty didn’t look at him but accepted the sword, their fingers brushed and the lightest spark of white light passed between them. Kit drew his hand quickly, not knowing if Ty saw or felt it, but sure that he didn’t want to explain himself even if he did.

The fire crackled loudly and Kit ran straight towards the circle of demons, his heart turning heavily inside his chest.

Ty was right behind him, dancing between the flames like he was made of shadows.

Throughout Kit’s short shadowhunting career, he usually fought alone. Jem came along at the beginning, be it from worry or a simple show of support. But it wasn’t long until Kit had asked him to cut back with the babysitting. He had to try to manage himself alone… and he did. He was quick and efficient, but his habit of chatting while fighting was a result of solitude more than it was of his good mood. He fought alongside Jace more times than he honestly cared to, and Simon was always fun in a fight. He was chatty like Kit, and being near him made him feel less like he had to try so hard to be like them, like other Shadowhunters. But as much as Simon was fun and Jace was unbearable, they both had a parabatai. That meant they never fully gave themselves to fighting with Kit. It was always just a pinch of what they had with their chosen partners, and Kit couldn’t not know that.

Fighting alongside Ty felt like flying.

They found the perfect balance of high and low between them. Ty was skipping between the demons like he was climbing a rock on the beach. His hands expertly slicing off one head while he aimed a kick to the back of another.

In the meanwhile, Kit was on the ground, dodging their bursts of fire and sharp claws. He was pretty sure he got the worst end of the deal, seeing how his gear was already drenched in ichor and that disgusting oil those demons were partly made of, but the position abled him to get rid of their formless lower bodies.

Between their joint efforts, they managed to kill every single one of the demons before the fire lost any of its hight.

Ty reached out a hand and pulled Kit to his feet. They surveyed the liquid mess around them, chests still heaving from effort and excitement.

Kit couldn’t hold it in any longer, he turned to face Ty, his body practically vibrating with bursts of adrenaline.

“This was the most fun I’ve had in weeks!” Kit blurted out.

“You were incredible, Ty. You jumped between them so fast, like they were stairs!”

He debated himself whether or not he should compare Ty to Spiderman, but he wasn’t sure it was the right time to explain who he was in case Ty didn’t know him. And in that case - if Ty would even understand it was made to be a compliment, or just look at him like he was insane.

“You moved like the wind, it was amazing.”

Kit took a hesitant step towards him, memorizing the way the tiny flecks of light from the fire made Ty’s skin shine like glittering ivory.

“You were amazing.”

It was barely audible, Kit wasn’t sure he’d even said it. The words got caught between his lips when Ty reached for him, pulling him closer and harder without an ounce of hesitation.

He framed Kit’s face between his hands and leaned his forehead to his. They breathed each other’s air, tasted the sweet anticipation of lips on lips, of words left unsaid.

Kit linked his fingers behind the nape of Ty’s neck and tried to remember why he was fighting this for so long. He came up with absolutely nothing.

Ty’s skin was fever hot where he touched him, running hungry fingers from Kit’s cheeks to his neck, lingering at the pulse point, as if trying to commend the way it pounded against his palm to his memory.

“So were you, Kit”, Ty’s soft voice made him shiver down to his bones. The feeling grew stronger and this time Kit could recognize it before it reached his palms. He untangled his fingers from Ty’s neck and tried to step back, forcefully detaching his eyes from Ty’s face.

In response, Ty fastened his grip on Kit.

“No, Kit.. don’t pull back from me again.” Ty’s voice was a low plead.

“Ty, please... I-“ he was shaking from the effort of controlling himself, but as he looked up at Ty’s face, his expression changed from pained to panicked before he could find words to explain.

A flare of light washed them, turning Ty’s eyes to liquid flames. He grabbed Kit’s shoulder and shoved him behind him, screaming “Kit, look out!”.

In books, people always described these kinds of situations as if rolled in slow motion right in front of their eyes. Like a second, stretched into an uncountable, infinite moment, where every movement sharpened into a forced clarity.

Kit only wished this was the case, maybe then he could have responded. He would have moved, fast and sharp like a well-aimed arrow. He could have pulled Ty down, move to shield the person that had always been the one precious dream that he never deserved to have.

But the cruel slap of reality was the familiar raw pain in his heart. A massive ball of fire blurred his line of vision and shot straight to Ty’s chest. The strength of the blow made Ty fall back, his knees buckled from under him and Kit could barely catch him before his head hit the ground.

“No, no no no” Kit was on him in a heartbeat, his stele already marking an Iratze on his burnt skin.

Kit heard the demons before he saw them, and the seraph blade in his hand came to life with the ferocity of his anger. He leaped to his feet and sliced through the air, called the name of an angel and sank the white blade once, twice, three times until the only sound he could hear was the thunder of his throbbing heart.

He ran back to Ty, and a sob of relief broke away from his mouth in the sight of the black tune that still marked his skin.

“Ty, look at me. You’re okay, you’re going to be okay.”

Kit scanned the burnt material of Ty’s gear, looking for any sign of injury. To his relief, the gear took most of the impact, and whatever gotten through to Ty’s skin was already healing. The impact of the blow was what knocked Ty off, but Kit could see him struggling to stay conscious.

Kit touched his face, smearing ash and splashes of blood across the hills of his cheekbones.

Ever since they met again, Kit could barely allow himself to look at Ty for more than a few stolen moments. The fear of hurting him was stronger than his own needs, than his own ragged, treacherous Heart.

But Ty had been hurt, now, and not by him. Kit had tried to protect Ty from him but failed to do it when the danger came from the outside. He failed as a Shadowhunter.

Kit buried his face in Ty’s hair and tried to match the rhythm of their heartbeats.

“I said I’m never leaving you again, Ty. It goes both ways. I’m never letting you go either.”

His voice sounded muffled but Ty didn’t seem to hear him. His eyes were closed.

The silence became too thick for Kit to stomach. He lifted his gaze towards the fire and wasn’t surprised to see dark figures approaching them from behind it.

He laid Ty’s head gently on the floor and got to his feet. He was down to one dagger, barely bigger than the one Jace gave him three years ago. He didn’t know if it would do, but he had no intention of letting any of them near Ty again.

He would do whatever is necessary to keep him safe, no matter the cost.

This time, summoning his power was almost easy, like he always knew how to do it.

He thought of Ty holding him on the roof of the London institute, whispering a promise to his ear; “Breath. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere”.

He let that promise guide him through the darkness of his own mind, and reached for the light.

His left hand glowed a pearly white, startling in front of the vibrant colors in the pillar of fire in front of him.

Kit clenched his fist and kept it close to the side of his body. It was the only true weapon he had left, and he wasn’t about to give it away so fast.

Seven demons glided around the fire, circling it like a swarm of ants. Kit crouched and readied his body. He won’t have endless attempts, the energy that pulsed through his body was overwhelmingly strong now, but he knew from the little experience he had that he would be drained out of it soon after.

Kit needed to be precise so he will have enough strength to get Ty and the kids to safety.

He took one last breath and started uncurling his fingers one after the other. He only managed two before a deafening noise came from behind him. He barely managed to close back his fist before Adam and Carl burst into the room, their seraph blades blazing high in the thick air.

Kit was never happier to see that bastard.

Without a single word, they gathered beside him, and Adam handed him one of the Adamas made blades. Kit didn’t even try to keep his voice low, he screamed “Sanvi” and charged towards the group of demons.

The three of them made short work of the demons, but it seemed like more kept coming from behind the flames. Kit couldn’t believe it took so long to see that.

“It’s the fire, it’s calling them somehow!” Kit shouted.

“Isn’t it supposed to summon their higher demon?” Adam answered while dodging a ball of fire one of the demons spat his way.

“Yeah, that’s what we thought. But I don’t think that’s the only thing it does.”

Kit severed the demon‘s head with a neat blow. “You’re welcomed, by the way”.

“Fine, let’s put out the fire and get out of here” Carl gave an irritated shove to his opponent and sliced his way towards the fire.

“Wait, how are you gonna do that? You’re not Aquaman!” Kit called after him.

Adam reached his side and paused, confused.

“Whose Aquaman?”

Carl reached the fire and surveyed its size for a moment, then took off his gear jacket and started pounding the flames.

Kit stifled a snore but gave Carl the benefit of the doubt. As it turned out, the method was quite effective.

Kit considered helping him when he caught sight of something lurking right behind Carl’s back, illuminated by the last remains of the fire.

“Damn it” he muttered and ran to take care of it. Carl hardly noticed until the demon was practically on him, but this time Kit was faster.

He threw himself in front of Carl, shoving him into the last wisps of fire, and sank his blade deep into the revolting figure in front of him.

Carl fell on his back, but the force of Kit’s push made him slide a few feet backward. He took away with him the last of the flames, and in that instant, a loud crack came from the top of the dome.

Kit straightened his back and turned to face a rain of massive rocks, pouring in on them from the ceiling.

Ty, his heart skipped several beats while he searched his limp figure in the vast darkness of the room.

Ty is still there, unconscious. He had to get to him, he had to-

A massive rock fell in front of him, blocking his way and nearly crushing him to death.

“Kit!” Adam’s panicked voice echoed through the thundering sound of the cave collapsing.

“Kit where are you?”

Kit tried to run across the rock when two more fell right in front of it. He tried to climb one of them, and could almost see three figures near the entrance.

Kit ran as fast as he could, trying to duck the flood of rocks that enveloped him. He could barely cross half of the distance to them when what seemed to be a massive chunk of the ceiling fell behind him. The impact of the fall through him off his feet and he crashed on another enormous bolder.

The pain at his shoulder punched the breath out of him, and he could barely hear the others calling for him anymore.

He tried to lift himself to his feet, but they wouldn’t cooperate. Kit took a desperate breath and tried to climb the rock only with his hands.

His shoulder burned with agony, but Ty was at the other side of that rock, and Kit had promised him he will never leave him again.

A shadow of an old vow rang through his head with every breath he struggled to take, and he finally reached the top of the stone.

Adam’s face was white with relief for a fleeting second before a scream escaped his mouth.

“Kit! Above you!”

He had less than a second to react, and he rolled back to the ground as a pile of rocks crashed at the exact place He fell from.

Kit held his hand close to his abdomen, trying to minimize the movement of his shoulder, but he couldn’t make his legs hold his weight.

He looked at his left hand and knew with a sinking feeling in his gut that he had only one chance left.

“Go, Adam! Go now! Make Ty open the configuration, take the Kids and leave before you get buried alive!”

A burst of angry comments came from where their direction, but Kit couldn’t hear it.

He could barely hear a thing. Not the loud embrace of stones, not the Centurions pleading voices, not even his own heart.

He leaned against the boulder and carefully spread his hands on his knees, palms up. Kit watched them for a second longer before he let go of his control, and gave in to the sweet pull of the light.

He closed his eyes so he won’t know when it’s over, and listened to the same four words, again and again. He whispered them, the only promise that ever mattered. The one that no one ever kept, but that he would rather die than to break.

He whispered to the grey eyes in his memory, flames dancing on his pale, beautiful face. Fire burning between their lips.

“To never being parted”.

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