Hi guys! So this is my first FanFiction. I do have some more planned but for now this is my only one. I hope you enjoy it...

Shock Twist: I'm not Cassie Clare!

LOL disclaimers are kinda pointless. I'm sure Cassie wouldn't be on FanFiction at 10:30 PM writing bad endings.

Okay I'm meant to be enticing readers not being modest. This is an amazing fanfic guys and you will not regret reading it! Haha. Anyway enough rambling, onto said fanfic...

(J) Like a ghost. The flames in their eyes when they're corporeal.

Jace stared at the dais, the throne, Clary, all thoughts of the plan crumbling in his mind. For there was no way Clary would stick to it. She was gazing at her brother hungrily, as if she wanted to drink up every detail of his face. Every calculating smirk, every maniacal grin, every evil glint in his eye. And there were flames in her eyes. Flames that promised passion and destruction. He knew she could fight and had the capability to exact revenge. If she somehow, for any reason, joined forces with Sebastian- became his queen, a thought at which Jace saw his vision tint red- they would be formidable. And the world will become like this.

(C) Gunshots. Clary's footsteps shattered the tense silence as she descended towards Sebastian. Her brother... her king. The thought brought a smile to her lips as she stopped in front of him. "Do you accept your choice?" Clary nodded, looking at him in an odd way. Not like he was her brother. Like... "Then kiss me. Kiss me like you love me." Clary looked at him, straight at him, and the gleam in her eye revealed itself as a strange sort of passion, spreading onto her features. "But my king," she said. "I do love you." She leant forward just as he did, his shock lasting just a split second. And their lips met.

(J) The roof exploded. He didn't mean he was angry, or he had a hallucination, or someone leapt through the roof. No- it literally exploded. Glass tumbled onto the dais and the floor, as did stone and metal. Jace dived for cover but he wasn't quick enough. Glass slit through his red gear jacket and cut into his skin, leaving a trail of blood. That wasn't enough to stop a Shadowhunter - one with extra angel blood at that. But one voice was.

Jace Herondale. Stay there. Or my King will kill you. You are only alive under my orders, and they will not last much longer.

Clary's voice rang in his head, like a Silent Brother's, but clearer, sharper. He looked over at where her and Sebastian stood- and gasped. No debris has touched what seemed like a clear sphere around the Morgensterns- sprung from a protective circle around the two of them. And they were still kissing. Clary ran her hands through Sebastian's hair, her lips glued to his, and his hands pulled her ever closer.

Yes. He is mine now. Though I have to admit you are still admirable. And no I'm not looking at you. Just thinking.

Suddenly Jace's head was filled with images. Yes, Clary was thinking - and whether intentionally or not, her head was filled with Sebastian, which was now, in what ever mystical way, channeling to Jace. Dear Raziel he did not need to see that. Memories flew through Clary's mind, but through that he caught an undertorrent. Fire and destruction, passion and blood. Each image that flashed by was a different memory - when Sebastian kissed her as a Verlac (eww), meeting him as her brother for the first time, the moment only minutes ago when she'd felt the fire rear up inside of her. The passion and the wish for destruction.

And so began the Morgenstern empire. Idris was spared, but the rest of the world in that dimension bathed in fire. Rumour has it that Earth burned brighter than the Sun that fateful day. Each moment of the artful destruction was captured by Clary - Magnus leaned to embrace his demon side, laughing about his once-hatred of his father, Asmodeus, and summoned up a canvas and paints, much to the Morgenstern couple's delight. They stayed together ruling the world, Jace sinking back into his demonic-Shadowhunter phase, but seeming happy about it this time. Jocelyn learned to love her son, and she stayed close to Clary, loving Jonathan though her. Luke went where she did, whilst Alec was happy as long as Magnus was and they were together. Destruction brings a strange sense of peace.

So... was it great? Awful? Weird? Was the idea carried out well? Would you like more? Any other fandoms I could write something for? Any comments at all? Please let me know in a review, it would be greatly appreciated to see if a) I have any readers and b) if said readers like this. Thanks so much!