So guys, I'm forcing myself to do a challenge I created. I call it the countdown challenge. Where every day I'm going to write an oneshot about the mortal instruments until 'The City of Heavenly Fire' comes out. So if I have the time to update every day, this story should reach up to 15 chapters, if you like this chapter, don't forget to watch and favorite ;)
This one chapter is an AU of what if Sebastian was able to force the blood in the mortal cup down Clary's throat, turning her into a dark shadowhunter. But I will be upfront and say this story has another motive, about a little head canon of Sebastian of mine since I love his character so much. But we will get to that in the author's note at the end of the chapter. I hope you like this one
I do not own the Mortal Instruments or any of its characters, all rights to Cassandra Clare and McElderry Books.
Title: Consumed by Shadows
Summary: What if Sebastian was able to get Clary to drink the blood from his mortal cup.
Characters: Sebastian and Clary
Day: 15
Cold. That's what I felt as the blood was forced down my throat. If I expected a slow burn of hatred or the swift consuming fire of rage; I was heavenly disappointed.
Instead I got the bitter cold feeling of nothing, wash over me like a wave. Is this what Sebastian felt like all the time? But, I had seen him, he knew anger, he felt hate, he wanted vengeance and he certainly lusted, I had seen him consumed by that first hand.
But wasn't the demon blood supposed to make him, her, feel nothing? To where the only emotions he displayed were fake? Isn't that why Valentine raised Jace, because a son who felt nothing wasn't as much use to him as a son who did? I don't know how Sebastian's mind works, but I know he lusted, he felt jealousy, anger, and rage. So why did the darkness bring me nothing? Why did I feel so empty?
I look up at Jace, as his arms slowly loosen around my sides, his eyes watch me, uncertain. I know I should feel something looking into those burning golden orbs. I know I should! But I feel nothing! I'm missing a part of myself, that's seems to have become a long forgotten memory, still there, but suppressed, and forgotten. Like a faded long ago dream, or a sputtering candle. Yes, that's it. A candle…
Flames sparking, flashing, desperate to be seen and felt. But when I reach my hand out to touch the flame, it sputters out, growing weaker. Leaving me only to watch, and wonder what the heat felt like. To know the heat, but not remember at all.
I turn to my brother, his grim growing feral, his black eyes, flashing triumph, and something else, familiar but unknown. But I do feel a spark, a park of… black familiarity? Longing. Wanting. Belonging.
"Clarissa, my sister, whom do you belong to?"
I feel the words. They flow out of my mouth like a river, calm, unresisting, and natural. Like I've said it a thousand times and I know I'll say it a thousand times more for him. My brother.
"You Sebastian. My brother, my love, my blood of blood; as you belong to me." They feel recieved, and ingrained, as if I thought, and could not think anything else, forever. The words were apart of me, apart of the cold, part of the dark. And they were part of him too.
His smile grew, as he took his hand in mine. Whispering, low, controlled, and seductive.
"And what is it we must do?"
My eyes focused on his, dark, full, and empty. Holding nothing and everything. If I could see my own, I think I'd seen the same thing reflected in the green.
"'Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo' If I, we,cannot move heaven, I, we, will raise hell"
The cold, it starts to burn now, but now with any heat. A power fills me, and I feel myself start to lose, too what though I'm not sure. It fills. It consumes. Until all there is an ice so cold it's hot. The feeling of nothing, and everything, binds me; as I stare at my brother. My blood; my other half.
I step out of Jace's arms; his presence fading from my notice entirely, as I stare at my brother, Sebastian. Whose blood, tainted by Lilith's, now matched my own. The blood of Lilith binds us as one. He was right those moments ago, I was his as he as mine; as written in the bible itself.
"Thou hast ravished my heart, my sister, my spouse; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes. With one chain of thine neck. I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love."
Sebastian whispered as if reading my thoughts. I grinned back, adding my own thoughts.
"We shall watch the world burn at our feet and rise again out of its ashes…"
I know I've said the right thing, as he hands me a stele, it feels cold and heavy in my head. A weapon. I grinned at the thought of blood, not knowing why something so simple would put me into such a state of…. bliss? Was that the word for this? I'm not sure, but it seemed to fit.
His eyes glance to the side, and I take in the sight. Somehow, without my notice, shadowhunters, and a warlock, have appeared. They were fighting our dark shadow hunters. Children of Lilith vs. Children of Gabriel. Two versions of Shadowhunter, both built out of ash and dust, fighting each other, spilling blood. Like Yin and Yang I suppose, same shape, they color scheme, but versions of oneself to the point of chaos.
I watched them, the light ones. Two with black hair and pale skin, a vampire, and a warlock are among them. I know them, or I did know them. It seems like a distant memory. I knew their names… 'Alec, Isabelle, Simon, Magnus...' I knew who they were. But not what they meant to me, not that I cared. They had come to stop us, stop and takeaway this power, takeway the world, takeaway us. They wanted to take it all away from me and him….
'Acheronta movebo little shadowhunters…'
Now let them try and stop us.
So this chapter was a bit shorter than most of my one-shots, which I'm not proud of, but I liked this chapter overall and I can promise future chapters will be much longer.
So... about my Sebastian Head-canon. The reason Valentine hated him was because he wasn't human. He felt he couldn't feel human emotion, but many instances in the books counter-act this claim. I believe he can definitely feel emotions, but the demon blood simply amplified the, into such a strength there are no longer average emotions, love becomes possessive greed, jealousy, into pure hate. Not only are average emotions amplified, but where he feels them, he cannot connect with them or understand what they mean or why he feels them. Much like a sociopath, he fakes simple emotions, he understands which situations to use them in, but doesn't understand why they would be used. Just that they are. I feel really bad for his character overall and he is personally one of my favorite characters.
And I know this one story ended a little bit SebastianxClary which will probably creep you guys out, but I wanted to write this story for a long time, not only to see what would happen had Clary drank from the cup, but to become more Intune with Sebastian's character and his thoughts and emotions and how he works with them.
My line 'Like a faded long ago dream, or a sputtering candle. Yes, that's it. A candle… Flames sparking, flashing, desperate to be seen and felt. But when I reach my hand out to touch the flame, it sputters out, growing weaker. Leaving me only to watch, and wonder what the heat felt like. To know the heat, but not remember at all.' Was written, though in Clary's pov, totally for Sebastian's character and how I feel he works with thoughts and emotions, which why I love this sexy ass crazy mother fucker.
But if this chapter was a bit to dark for you, don't worry. Next chapter is less agnsty and about my favorite shipping of all time. Malec. Let's just say after a few comments from Alec after watching a romantic comedy movie, Magnus is determined he can seduce the poor boy only with romantic gestures. No touching. So it will be more funny and I'm excited to write it
So before I go, remember to review, and honestly tell me what you thought of this chapter, what you liked, what you didn't like, and how I can make future chapters better.
Also, whose excited for 'City of Heavenly Fire' Let's just say I'm fucking crazy for it :D I've been binging on fanfics, planning youtube videos on the characters and writing fanfics with them just to pass the time by. So what do you guys hope will happen next book? I know it's been leaked that there will be two weddings in the book, I know it's unlikely but I still have my fingers crossed for a Jessa and Malec wedding. I'd die of happiness if that happened, Magnus and Alec is my favorite ship of all time, and Jem and Tessa are a very close second.
So tell me in the reviews what you liked, didn't like, and things you hope to happen in Heavenly fire. Until then, thanks for reading, bloodyravenheart13 out.
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The Art of Seduction
