Isabelle, Alec, Max, Magnus, Church, Maryse, Robert, Luke, Amitis, Jocelyn and everyone else who belonged to the shadoworld or downworld was dead. How was I still alive? Valentine and Sebastain seemed to keep me alive for their own amusement. Clary was alive too. I heard her screams.
Sebastain whipped and tortured me. Day in. Day out. I had only seen Clary once since we'd been imprisoned. She'd been put in my cell after she'd viewed one of my daily beatings for a few hours. She torn a small peice of her dress off and dipped it in my water dish. She bathed all my cuts, and cleaned them. She told me that she hadn't actually slept since we'd got put in prison. So I held lay her down next to me and kissed her. She asked me to hold her until she finally fell asleep.
I held her the entire night.
When she woke up, she hugged me and kissed me. She told me everything would be alright. And then she was dragged, by her hair from the cell, leaving the tiniest of blood stains in her place. I heard her scream somewhere below me and I pressed my face up against the wooden floor, trying to hear her voice.
It seemed like a decade before I heard anything again. But it felt to soon when I felt the sting of a whip on my back. "So Jace, who's whip was this?" He asked me, dangling the gold thing infront of me. It was Isabelle's.
"What did you exactly do to my sister?" I asked.
"I made it quick. Her brother, the gay one, ran over to her side. To hold her. To greive. He never made it. I stabbed him, making him immobile while I killed his beloved pet warlock. Then I moved to him. I know you two had a connection, so I made it bad." Sebastain smiled at me. "I cut him, limb, by limb, up. Until he was nothing but a body and a head." Sebastain reached into a bag, and pulled out a circular, bloody object. It stank of death.
"You sick son of a bitch." I spat at him. Sebastain yanked my hair so I was looking directly at the object in his lap. It was Alec's head. And in big, bold writing on his forehead it had one clear word. Fag. It made my stomach lurch at the sight of my parabatai, who had only recently come to terms with his sexual orientation. Sebastain laughed and pulled another head out of the bag. It was Aline Penhallow.
"Kill me." I begged. If he pulled another head out of the bag, I'd probably be sick. "Kill me."
"What? And keep Clary alive broken and hollow?"
"Yes. She'll be no fun for you when I'm death."
"Alright then, if you insist." Sebastain brought a heavy object down on my shoulder blade, causing me to yell out and whimper. "You sure?" I just nodded.
"Jace! Jace, no!" Screamed Clary as the object came down on my head, serving its purpose.
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