Prologue~

The Institute was in ruins. Rubble was on the floor and nothing but gray rock was visible. Jonathan mouth curved up into a smile. He never understood why they had to another London Institute one hundred miles away from this one. Shadowhunters were idiotic. They used this battle ground for a reminder of how Shadowhunters can fight through anything. It made him sick. Shadowhunters were never heroes, only people who are ignorant enough to believe they are better than everything else. He never thought of himself as one of them.

Jonathan's smile spread throughout his face as he lit the match, watching the flame burn for a moment before letting it go. The fire consumed the rubble, burning everything in sight. Shadowhunters would not end up on top this time. Mundanes no longer have the right to be protected. Jonathan laughed and kicked a necklace that laid in the rubble."I believe that was mine," a voice boomed out. There beyond the flames, was a young girl. Her smooth brown hair blew in the wind and her dark gray-brown eyes stared at him with calculation. Jonathan thought she had looked familiar, as if he had seen her a thousand times before. He reached for the cup for a quick second but quickly put it away.

"Warlock or Shadowhunter?" he smirked. She only shook her head.

"The demon part of you is extremely dominate to the Shadowhunter side. It doesn't make since to me, you know. I am half demon myself and yet I do not have dark heart as you do. Why do you feel connected to Lilith might I ask?"

"My parents always saw me as the dark little demon that I was," he muttered, smile smacked from his face.

"I clearly can't reason with you," she responded, "This is not my fight as much I wish otherwise. I made a promises the day these walls crumbled that I would not interfere with his history. He made me promise and I did. But I warn you now that as much as you wish it to be not true, the bad guys never win." With she last words she turned and walked away, her tall and slender height shrinking and her hair sifting colors. Jonathan blinked for a moment before picking up the necklace. He looked at it for a moment, seeing the shape of an angel melded in the bronze metal. Along the wings were gears and sprockets. Jonathan smiled to himself for a moment before throwing it into the fire, grabbing the dark powder, and walking away.

She was waiting for him just as he arrived on the dock. Her arms were curled up together and she had an irritated look on her face. Jonathan sighed, knowing this girl was about to yell at him for being late."Sebastian," she complained, using the name they started to call him after the latest war, "I have been waiting for you to come back for hours! You promised if I helped you get into London, you'd be quick."

"My dearest, Ariana Lovelace, I told you I'd get what you desire, did I not?" he responded to the girl. She smiled at him, throwing her arms around him.

"You found it? I knew I could trust you! Brother told me I would be idiotic to believe you would retrieve the necklace. That Tessa must have took it a long time ago. That I shouldn't believe your lies," she screech. Jonathan smiled, tightening his grip on the girl as she continued to laugh in his arms.

"My dearest Ariana, of course I found you necklace. But I don't believe you have anything more to offer me," he muttered. She stopped laughing and remained perfectly still then as he increased pressure on her hips.

"You threw it in the fire, didn't you?" she choked. She struggled to be released of his clutches but Jonathan continued to hold on. He was too strong for her and she couldn't fight him much longer.

"You know me all too well, sweetheart. But I can't have any loose ends now," he let go of her waist and moved his hand to her wrists as the other reached into his pocket. He pulled out the cup and smiled.

"You'll be brilliant," he whispered as he dunked the cup into the ocean and put it on her lips. He watched her drink it. Watched her expression change. It made him happy to know that he was one less Shadowhunter away from winning this battle. She fell to the floor and he picked her up placing her into the boat. It would be a long day, before he would reach his army but he knew the trip was worth it. He clutched the powder in his right hand, his finger tracing a small "M" in it. Within several moments, it will be the weapon that ensures his victory. No Shadowhunter could fight him, not even her. He thought of his little sister often now. Clary was nothing but a coward to him before their little road trip around Europe, but now Jonathan knew otherwise to underestimate her. She caught on quickly and if she figured out how to use her rune power to it's full capability...

Jonathan shook his head. She would not be his downfall. She had a weakness that he knew about. She cared too much. She would do anything for those whom she loved, including dying. Jonathan would prefer not killing his sister, the last of the Morgenstern's that he could still call family, but if there was no other option, he would happily drive his sword through her there was his adoptive brother, Jace. Though he insists that his adoptive family would be the Lightwoods, ignorant boy. Jonathan had no idea what his sister saw in him. The only thing that kept Jonathan from killing Jace was Valentine's love for his fake son. It was the love Jonathan, despite the fact he always excelled at everything he did, never received. Not only did his father love Jace more than him, but so did his sister. Their relationship made Jonathan want to throw up. Valentine had always told him, and most likely Jace as well, that to love was to destroy. Now he was running off with a bitchy redhead that only a few months ago he believed was his sister. It was sick.

He turned into the dock then. There sat her. Her blonde hair brew about in the wind along with her elegant black dress. Her red lips did not curve up when she saw Jonathan. She remained expressionless. Waiting until he jumped out of the boat, walked towards her, and kissed her. He kissed her hard and rough. There was no gentleness in their kiss. She broke apart first.

"Did you find the powder?" she questioned him. He smiled a cynical smile at her.

"Am I me?" he responded. She started to walk towards the boat.

"You make Lilith proud, you know," she waited at the edge of the boat, waiting for him to hand her the powder, "despite the fact that you killed the Gray Sister that would have done this for you without hassle. Now hand me the powder," she took the powder from his hands. She move her hands to shape a blade, the powder followed them and hardened to revile a dark sword.

"Now don't make us regret putting our faith in you, young Shadowhunter," she handed him the sword. He frowned at her, "I am not a Shadowhunter. I am not as ignorant as them."

"Yet your blood disagrees with you," and with that she took control of the boat.