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Chapter 1: Do you have someone to protect?

A man in dark jeans, black shirt and leather jacket was walking on one of parks of New York City.

His face was void of any emotion while his charcoal black eyes can probably suck the life of anyone looking onto it because of its darkness.

Other than those negative side, the face was beautiful and the man was graceful.

Trained and deadly graceful.

For the fifth time during that day, Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern, the original one. Also known as Sebastian Verlac, wondered why in the world he decided to take a walk outside.

Surrounded by weak pathetic MUNDANES.

He sneered at the thought. They were looking at him warily and he thought that maybe they weren't as stupid as they seem.

Nah, he took back that thought. They were stupid in his eyes no matter what.

They can't even see the runes marking even his exposed skin that were obviously as bright as the day to anyone but them.

To him, they were just insects coexisting with him for a short period of time.

And so he did the most normal thing, he ignored them and pretended that they weren't even there because they were very insignificant.

He looked back at his life for the past couple of months. His goal to convert Jace and Clary on his side failed.

He wasn't too happy about that.

He then decided to lay low for a while before he cause havoc again.

Massacring those filthy downwolders doesn't count as havoc for him. The Clave doesn't give a damn about them anyway.

As we walk further into the park, he saw a beautiful fountain with flowing water even though they were in the middle of winter.

It was beautiful. Mundane Beautiful.

But as he looked closely through the fountain, there was some specks of red.

It wasn't blood. He then wondered when did the mundanes decided to add a little color to their fountains.

He did not care though. He shrugged and walked past the fountain.

Then stopped.

He saw her. There. Drawing Angels-knows-what in her sketchbook.

Her fiery red hair caused the fountain to have some specks of red when he looked at it on the the other side.

Figured. The color stands out too much.

He walked towards the bench she was sitting on.

He knew she sensed him but she did not show nor looked at him at all.

Whether she sensed him because he was her biological brother or she sensed him because of his dark auro that surrounds him, he wouldn't know.

As he sat on the bench beside her. His sister did not even spare him a look nor stopped in her work.

And so he did not acknowledge her either.

He used the silence to observe her. She grown again. She looked more mature than he can last remember.

Her face loosed those baby fat making her high cheek bones more defined.

Her brilliant green eyes screamed intelligent and experienced.

Her expression was also more controlled but not void of emotion like his.

She was still skinny and her hair clearly scream her name.

She was wearing those faded jeans, a tank top and a checkered plaid shirt.

Figured. He did not know what his sister saw in them.

His sister looked more like their mother,
Jocelyn.

He did not know if it was a good thing or not. But unlike their mother, his sisters' beauty does not stand out in a crowd.

She wasn't stunning or anything. He saw other girls who were more beautiful.

She looked plain at him but his sister had her own charm. She was the light.

She had this face that somehow managed to hold all the wonders of the world. The eyes that were inhumanly green. And the innocence and light that surrounds her were just too much. Especially for him.

He did not know if it was because of the extra angel blood in her system or if it was just natural of being herself.

Even now as he sat beside her, her light was overwhelming his darkness. He did not know if he should flee from the light or be attracted and curious about it.

He then wondered if his sister was aware of it.

"What do you want Jon?" Clary asked. She was fighting the fear inside of her and the urge to flee. She knew there was no one around them that could help her. Only oblivious mundanes.

"I despised that name, Clarissa." Jonathan snarled at her when she used that stupid pet name she gave him.

"And I despised Clarrisa." Clary said mimicking his tone.

He rolled his eyes on her.

"You've grown." jonathan stated.

"Most creatures do." Clary said still without looking at him.

He noticed that she was drawing the fountain in front of them. She was too tense though.

"What do you really want?" Clary eyed him warily. jonathan noticed that she was slightly going for her stele.

He rolled his eyes on her.

"Relax Clarrisa. I'm not here to hurt you. I was just passing by." Jonathan said like it was so obvious.

Clary narrowed her eyes. "And how should I know that? You tried to kill me before. You kill anyone." Clary snarled quite forgetting her fear.

"I haven't been killing "anyone" as you put it for the past couple of months." Jonathan glared at her.

"You massacre some downwolders last month." Clary said with disgust.

"They were annoying." Jonathan just shrugged.

Clary just looked at him like he had grown another head.

"You're really a psychopath." Clary shook her red head like he was already a lost trial.

"I am not. I am the wise one here. You should have joined my cause." Jonathan sneered at her.

"Converting mundanes to create more shadowhunter is not wise." Clary said while just looking at the fountain. She stopped drawing when they started conversing.

"It is. Who needs these pathetic mundanes anyway. They are good for nothing." Jonathan eyed the passing mundanes with disdain.

"I can't believe you are really an idiot." Clary shook her head again.

jonathan immediately snapped his head towards her.

"Excuse me?" Jonathan said pointedly at her while contemplating if he should kill her now or later.

"You are going to upset the balance of the world and if there are no mundanes left then why were shadowhunters even created in the first place?" Clary stared back at him.

"If they became one of us then we could surely control the demons, shadowhunter would increase its race and for once, we don't need to hide what we truly are in front of these mundanes." jonathan said with conviction.

"You are a fool." Clary said and jonathan felt something popped inside of him. Whether it was his vein or his bubble of remaining humanity, he did not know.

"You are forgetting the main reason we are created." Clary continued.

"Which is?" jonathan growled at her but she had a far away look.

"We are created to protect them Jonathan. That's our purpose. If they are gone and became one of us. Who are we going to protect?" Clary said while looking at him.

Looking through his charcoal black eyes without flinching.

Looking straight to his dark soul if he even had one.

"Don't you have anything to protect?" Clary smiled sadly at him before gathering her things.

He did not reply at her.

"Thought so. That's why you're broken."

Broken? His eyes widened then narrowed at her again.

"I'm going and don't follow me." Clary narrowed her eyes on him then left.

Surprisingly, jonathan did not follow her.

He was left there sitting on their bench.

Alone once again.

But the question still lingered.

"Don't you have anything to protect?"

He sneered at the question. He was Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern and he does not need to protect anyone.


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