I do not own the Mortal Instruments, Cassandra Clare does. This is just my story of what could have happened.

This is set in The City of Ashes in Chapter 18 Darkness Visible. When Clary thinks Valentine has killed Simon, and Clary decides to free Maia to save her from Valentine. This is what I think could have happened when Valentine found out Clary allowed Maia to escape.

Valentine was furious. The werewolf child was gone and his daughter was making her way down a hole in his ship that she obviously created. He quickly strode over to Clarissa and pulled her out of the hole and dropped her on to the ground. Clary pulled herself to her knees and her father yelled, "What have you done Clarissa! Why couldn't you just sit tight and behave just for a little while?"

Clary pulled herself to her knees. She looked at her father with pure hatred. He murdered her best friend, and felt absolutely no remorse for it. He was the reason her mom was in a coma. Her mouth was filled with blood from her cut lip. Valentine started to speak, but when he opened up his mouth, Clary spat a mouthful of blood onto his shoes. The look in Valentine's eyes was that of absolute fury. He quickly raised the blade of his sword. This is it Clary thought, he is going to kill me. Valentine saw the look of fear in his daughter's eyes and slowly lowered the blade. This child was in some serious need of discipline and respect. It was obvious that Jocelyn had been lax with their daughter and the result was what kneeled before him. Valentine took a deep breath before he spoke, "Jocelyn has sorely been lax in your upbringing Clarissa. She has taught you nothing about respect or manners."

"You can go to HELL VALENTINE!" Clary screamed as she got to her feet.

"Little girl you are on extremely thin ice right now. And for the last time it's Father. I do not know how the mundanes got on this notion of calling one's parents by their given name, but no child of mine is going to continue with this line of disrespect. " Valentine said.

"You are NOT my father. Luke has been the one that has been there for me my entire life." Clary screamed with tears threatening to fall.

"Clarissa, Lucian is not your father. You only think of him as such because of his attachment to your mother," Valentine said coldly.

"You don't know anything! I hate you! Jace hates you! You are just plain evil. No better than the demons that you are controlling, do you….." Clary never got to finish her sentence because just then Valentine grabbed her arm and turned her to the side and started to swat her.

SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT. Clary was doing her best to pull away from Valentine but his grip was like a steel trap. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT. Finally Clary couldn't stand it anymore and cried, "Please stop Father."

Valentine pulled Clary so she was facing him, looking rather smug. "Well Clarissa it seems that I have your attention. I thought your mother had all but ruined you; however it seems that I have a way to reach you. Now where is the werewolf girl?"

Clary just shook her head and stared up at her father. Valentine went livid again. He grabbed Clary by both of her shoulders and shook her. "Do you not get that there is nowhere for her to hide? The demons will find her! I still need her blood."

"I don't know where she is. I still wouldn't tell you even if I did know." Clary said tiredly.

Valentine eyed her intently. He then turned Clary so that her back was toward him and gave a whistle. All the sudden a feathered demon was lifting them off the ground and they were flying. Clary started screaming. "Hush daughter," Valentine said softly into Clary's ear. "Fear is something you need to learn to control before it controls you." As they rose higher and higher.