-This story starts from the scene which Clary ascends the thrown in the demon dimension but things take a little turn for the worst...-

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the Mortal Instruments.

Rising from the throne, Clary avoided the betrayed looks from her friends, ashamed of the decision she had chosen. But there was no other way, Clary was positive of that. Her hands trembled by her side, completely aware that tears were threatening to fall. She would not let that happen, she was braver than that. Clary was the reason they were all in this situation so it would appear feeble and selfish if she were to show her true emotions. She was vaguely aware of Sebastian's voice, the cruel malice that was evident in the tone but she daren't lift her head or the reality would sink in. Staring intently at a cracked tile on the floor, an icy chill enveloped her. Clary's breathing became laboured as she stealthily reached her hand around her back and gripped the hilt of her sword. Feeling the cool metal against her skin, the tension seemed to ease and her shoulders set.

Keeping her head bowed, she flicked her eyes up for only an instant to survey the surroundings. Sebastian was only a few feet in front of her, waving his arms erratically, a huge grin set onto his face. Clary glanced towards her friends to find them all watching Sebastian, pure hatred and distain painted in their features. Jocelyn was positioned the closest, her hands balled into fists at her side but there was a look of sorrow deep in her eyes. Clary knew that her mother blamed herself for all that had happened but she had only wished for a young boy that had never existed. Luke stood very close to her, his eyes continuously brushing over Jocelyn to ensure she hadn't lost it all. Just behind, Isabelle remained poised, her whip glistening as her fingers lingered waiting for an opportunity to strike. Her dark hair hanging wildly around her shoulders, emphasising the glimmer of fury in her eyes. Simon seemed immobile, appearing even paler than what his vampire traits should allow. Shock written across his face, his lips slightly apart. Alec and Magnus stood slightly to the side of Simon. Alec the stoic shadow hunter he had trained to be and Magnus looking utterly confused, his eyebrows knitted together.

Clary's eyes drifted across her friends and family and then froze. There he was. Standing away from the others, his hands steady at his side, his jaw set firmly with his dark golden hair hanging in front of his eyes, obstructing further view. Her heart sank further in her chest, her hands became clammy on the grip of the sword. Clary longed to forget about everything and just run towards him, throwing her arms around him and whisper soothing words. Just as Clary was about to give up all hope and pull her eyes away, Jace lifted his head, only minutely enough so that no one else would notice but Clary did. Their eyes met and Clary's breath hitched. Even in a life or death situation Clary couldn't help how he made her feel. They stared at each other for only a moment but it felt like a lifetime. His eyes quickly glanced towards Sebastian before they met hers again as he carefully nodded his head, expertly, so as not to be seen.

That was the sign she needed. It was now or never. Looking back at Sebastian, adrenaline coursed through Clary's veins. She felt the electricity sizzling through her fingers were it touched the hilt of the blade. Her heartbeat soared as her eyes narrowed, focusing on her target. Without a second thought Clary lunged forward, a scream ripping from her throat. Time seemed to slow down around her. Drawing the blade, she swung it with an almighty force just as Sebastian turned to face her. Surprise was evident on his face but it was quickly replaced with an uncontrolled anger. Clary lashed out, aiming for the middle of Sebastian's chest but he was much quicker, his reflexes kicking in. Dodging out of range, Sebastian righted himself but before he could make a move Clary was on him. Swinging her sword Clary struck again, delivering blow after blow but Sebastian was too fast. Artfully avoiding each attack until he found an opening. Just as Clary lifted her sword once again, Sebastian was in front, landing a blow to her stomach.

"No," Jace cried out and began to advance towards Sebastian. Sebastian merely lifted his hand, stopping Jace in his tracks. A threat that needn't be spoken. Clary stumbled backwards, the breath leaving her body in one agonising moment. Steadying herself, Clary looked up at Sebastian, a smirk painted upon his lips, delight shining in his eyes. Summoning all of her energy, Clary charged forward but she was too slow. Sebastian side stepped Clary and efficiently wrapped his arm firmly around her neck whilst picking the sword easily from her grasp. A gasp escaped Clary's throat as she was held tightly against Sebastian. Her eyes grew wide as the unwelcome realisation dawned on her; it had failed.

Clary's eyes darted towards Jace, searching his face for any recognition of another plan but there was nothing. His eyes looked strained, his mouth slightly agape as he fixed his gaze on hers. Clary could see the defeat in his golden depths and she felt her body instinctively constrict. Sebastian's breath was hot and moist against her ear causing her to recoil but there was nowhere for her to go. Clary didn't have to see him to know the smirk that would be dominating his face or the look of superiority to be gleaming in his eyes. She could almost feel his devilish grin against her cheek.

"Please tell me my dear brother and sister that this wasn't all of your plan? If so I am hugely disappointed." The pleasure was clear in Sebastian's tone. Clary grimaced as his words hung in the silent air that seemed to be suffocating. She closed her eyes, too exhausted to face the stares of everyone around her. Her body sagged against Sebastian as the fight seemed to die inside of her. Clary had lost all hope, there was nothing that could be done to stop Sebastian. She had given up.

Clary felt a cold, slim finger caress her cheek and then gently tug at her chin. Slowly she opened her eyes to find herself staring into Sebastian's bottomless, black depths. He bent his head closer to hers and Clary couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips as Sebastian's lips brushed against hers, sending an icy shiver down her spine. His lip quirked at the corner upon seeing how uncomfortable this made her and still he pulled her closer so his breath mingled with hers. His eyes bore into hers and she felt as though she was falling into the oblivion.

"Welcome to hell Clarissa."