He knew that there were worlds where Angels probably didn't exist. In his own world, most Mundanes thought of them as stories or part of certain religions but Alec knew the truth of his reality. He wouldn't be able to bear his marks if he didn't have angelic gifts. "At least you aren't automatically saying I'm crazy. Is it really that hard to believe that I'm part angel when Magnus has eyes like a cat and pointed teeth?" The points weren't that noticeable unless he smiled a certain way but they were there. "All stories, all religious tales, are based on some truth."

A few months ago, Alec would have blushed or been oblivious to the way Sebsatian was smiling. Now he wondered why he was smiling like that. Maybe it was because of the angel part of the story? "These are things that normally I wouldn't tell a Mundane. A human that hasn't had contact with the supernatural world but you won't tell the Clave. That would - " At that Alec looked momentarily uncomfortable. "Telling mundanes is against the rules but we've done it before.

"We don't have wings. We're not immortal like warlocks. We're stronger and faster than humans. The marks help with that. They enhance our gifts. This is the life we're born into. There really isn't anything else for us."