This was the moment of truth, the moment my plan would fall into action. The plan was simple; we would trap the filthy beasts in the Accords Hall at the time the Accords were being signed. Then we would kill them all! The plan had to work, no it would work. They are all deserving of the fate they will soon meet. They have too much power, power they do not deserve. They are filthy, despising creatures, demons in human form. They would soon learn who was at the top of the pyramid. They would rue the day they ever crossed paths with me, Valentine Morgenstern. Rue the day they ever deceived me. Rue the day they took the life of my father.
The plan would have worked out perfectly, they would all be dead right now, if it wasn't for her. The least likely person I thought would deceive me. The one person I truly trusted, the one person I could use the word love towards. She chose him over me, my old parabatai but now one of them, now the enemy. I should have killed him when I had the chance but it was too late now, she had found him and together they ruined my plan. How could she still love him when he was one of them now? How could she help such filthy creatures? She helped them and demolished my plan. But she does not get the last laugh, her plan was also demolished. Her act of deceiving me led to the death of many clave members along with some filthy downworlders. At least some of them died but it wasn't enough, I want them all gone, I want them all to suffer. I felt angry; way past angry, they would get what they disserve, I will see to it.
I carry the bodies of Michael Wayland and his son now. I carry them to the manor, my old home. Setting them inside, I take a match in hand. I set it down, take hold of my son Jonathan and walk away, watching as my old home is engulfed in flames. "Goodbye my love" I say in a low voice.
I now look to see nothing is left of my home. I look to see her walking in the remains, tears in her eyes. I bit my lip until I can taste blood; it is all I can do to stop myself from running to her. I look down in my arms to see Jonathan. "This is your fought" I tell the child. Lilith had warned me but I had not listened. Now it was too late. This child, the child I had created, had taken her away from me.
I watch as she takes a lock of blonde hair in her hand. Tears are starting to form in my eyes, I cannot watch any longer. I turn to the sound of a soft cry, a baby's cry. I look to see the boy laying on the ground, the son of Stephen Herondale. I had saved him. "Shhh" I say as I bend down beside the child. "You will be what Jonathan was not. You will be what she always wanted" I say as I pick up the boy. I turn to get one more glance at her. I realize then that what my father had always told me was the truth. I had told him he was lying, told him I would prove him wrong but in the end he was right. My father was always right. "To love is to destroy" I whisper to the two young boys lying in my arms.