Summary: What would have happened if the Heavenly Fire didn't work on Sebastian?

Hello, my name is Valentina Morgenstern, daughter of Sebastian Morgenstern and Clarissa Morgenstern. I am the Princess of Edom.

CoHF spoilers- to understand this, you'll need to have read CoHF.

Most of the italics are by Cassandra Clare, not me. Most of the prologue is quoting CoHF. There is some things I've added, however.

Warning: This will soon contain rape, incest and some other dark stuff. Also, no guarantee to a happy ending.


Chapter 1: Prologue

"Because we are alike!" Sebastian's voice rose; her flinch let her ease down another millimeter, toward the hilt of Heosphoros. "You are mine," He added, controlling his voice with obvious effort. "You have always been mine. When you were born, you were mine, my sister, though you did not know me. There are bonds that nothing can erase. And that is why I am giving you a second chance."

"A chance at what?" She moved her and downward another half an inch.

"I am going to win this," He said. "You know. You were at the at Burren, and the Citadel. You have seen the power of the Endarkened. You know what the Infernal Cup can do. If you turn your back on Alicante and come with me, and pledge your loyalty, I will give you what I have given to no one else. Not ever, for I have saved it for you."

"You'll give me what?"

He smiled then, exhaling, as if the question were, somehow, a relief. He seemed to blaze for a moment with his own conviction; looking at him was like watching a city burn.

"Mercy," He said.


"It's okay," She whispered back. "It's okay, we don't have to stop. I want to." She kissed him, slow and hard. "I want to, if you do."

"If I want to?" There was a wild edge to his soft laugh. "Can't you tell?" And then he was kissing her again, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, kissing her throat and mouthing her collarbone as she ran her hands all over him, as much as she liked, her hands mapping his body, the slope of his neck, flat stomach, the indentations above his hips, the muscles in his arms. As if, like a painting, he were coming to life under her hands.

When his hands slid underneath her bra, she gasped at the sensation, then nodded at him when he froze, his eyes questioning. Go on. He stopped at each moment, stopped before removing each piece of clothing from either of them, asking her with eyes if he should keep going. She nodded and said, yes, go on, yes. And when finally there was nothing between but skin, she stilled her hands, thinking that there was no way ever to be closer to another person than this, that to take another step would be like cracking open her chest and exposing her heart.

She felt Jace's muscles flex as he reached past her for something, and heard the crackle of foil. Suddenly, everything seemed very real; she felt a sudden flash of nerves: This was really happening.


"Go and take the throne," he said. "If you can do it, you can save them all."

She looked at him. "How do I know you'll keep your word?"

He shrugged. "I'd be a fool not to. You'd know immediately that I'd lied to you, and then you'd fight me, which I don't want. Besides, to fully come into my power here, I must seal the borders between our world and this one. Once the borders are closed, the Endarkened in your world will be weakened, cut off from me, their source." He smiled, ice-white and blinding. "It will be a miracle."

"All I have to do is ascend that throne," Clary said.

"And promise to stay beside me for as long as I live. Which, admittedly, will be a long time. When this world is sealed, I will not just be invunlerable; I will live forever.

"I will not be the only one who lives forever, ever since you discovered the Shadow World, haven't you secretly wanted to be a hero?"

"Heroes save the world, they don't destroy them."

"I am offering you that chance."

She closed her eyes for one heartbeat, and then another. Only enough to see faces flash behind her eyelids: Jace, her mother, Luke, Simon, Isabelle, Alec.

She opened her eyes, and walked toward the throne. She heard Sebastian behind her draw a sharp breath. So, for all the surety of his voice, he had doubted, hadn't he?

She moved steadily. She had made her decision,there was no faltering reached the last step, turned, and took her seat.

She seemed to be looking down for miles from the top of a mountain peak. She saw the Council Hall spread out before her; Jace, lying motionless by the wall. Sebastian, looking up at her with a smile on his face.

"Well done," He said. "My sister, my queen."


"You accept it," He said. "You accept your choice?"

"I accept it." she said.

"Then kiss me," He said. "Kiss me like you love me."

She leaned toward him; he shivered. "Please," She said. "Put your arms around me."

"Now, Clary." He said.

"Hail, master," She said, and saw his eyes widen, just enough-


Clary woke up, her whole body sweating and tensed. It seemed to still be in the middle of the night. Her red and fiery hair was sticky and plastered to her face. Annoyed, Clary sat up and pushed it out from her face. She put one foot over the bed when-

She screamed as she was yanked back by her hair, pain screaming from the root of her skill. A harsh whisper with a hot breath spoke into her ear: "Where do you suppose you're going?"

Clary didn't have to turn around to know who this bastard was. She swallowed, letting her stubbornness, once again, put her life out on the line. "I was getting out of bed, in case you haven't noticed."

"What for?" Sebastian asked. "Everything you need can be brought up here. Besides, haven't I established the fact that you must ac to my orders, and mine alone? You have no free will; we've been over this numerous times."

Clary twisted, trying to get his hands, which felt like handcuffs, off of her. She flinched when she felt his hard nails digging into her flesh, causing a race of pain go up her arm.
"I am a human!" She cried, attempting to pull her arm out now. "I am my own person! I can do what I wish! I have free will!"

Foolish girl, her mind spoke. You know what is going to happen next.

In a flash so fast, Clary hardly had time to process it, the world seemed to turn upside down before her, and Sebastian was kneeled on top of her, his dark eyes glowing with anger. Clary veered away in her mind from fear, knowing what he was capable of, but refused to let this show on her face. She hardened her green orbs, challenging him.

"You are mine, mine! Since the day you were born, you were destined to be mine, do you understand? You are my sister, you cannot be with anyone else! How many times do I have to tell you for you to understand?" Sebastian's eyes looked wild, crazy, insane. His eyes were like a huge tornado, knocking down everything in his path to get what he wants, at the cost of nothing to himself. Sebastian then chuckled, and Clary knew what was coming next. "I guess I'll have to give you another lesson, then."

Clary started to protest, finding her own mouth screaming NO, NO, NO again. It seemed like this happened on a daily basis, ever since two months ago.

Sebastian easily pinned her arms together above her head with one hand, his feet straddling her own, crushing hers with intense pain. She squirmed and yelled, trying to get him off her.

His hand flew behind his head as he smacked her hard in the cheek, forcing Clary's eyes to burn bright with fresh tears. "How do I domesticate this wild animal? This bird wants to spread her wings and fly." He laughed softly then, a maniac's laugh, a one a child would cower in fear in a corner to. "How about I cut off her wings, then? Can she still fly, can she still escape me?" Sebastian looked into Clary's own, and asked her: "Can she fly, if I cut her wings off?"

Everytime this happened, he asked this same question to her. At first, she daintily replied "Of course, she can." After two months , though, she learned to say nothing and prepare herself for the next moment.

Sebastian brought his free hand down, and slipped it up her smooth thigh, tracing circles as he went up. He felt the silky underwear he forced her to wear and, with the cloth between his finger, shoved it up inside her.

Clary screamed. She hated this feeling, absolutely scorned it. He was inside of her, feeling her, forcing both pain and pleasure to rock her body in and out of consciousness. She squirmed and screamed, while she could, of course. Then, like very other time, she started to yell his name.

"Jace, Jace, Jace!" She yelled, squeezing her eyes shut, imagining his face inside her head. She could see his eyes filled with anger, burning lust to kill Sebastian for touching her, for touching what was Jace's-

A hard momentum crashed down on Clary's mouth, a wet toungue lapsed inside her mouth, forcing her screams shut. His toungue when down, deep into her throat, merely choking her to stop her cries. He tasted like salt, blood, bitter and anger, unlike Jace, who was like passion, love and lust-

She felt herself grow wet as Sebastian inserted another finger in her. She cursed herself: how could her body find pleasure, in this, this rape? How could she ever be turned on by this?

Her thoughts were halted when she felt him start to start to go faster, his grips on her arms and legs grow tighter, his lips on hers becoming more aggressive and hungry, wanting more, more, more, from her.

He started to flick back and forth inside of her, faster and faster, driving Clary to madness with both hatred and bittersweet pleasure. Her body loved it; she knew that, Sebastian knew that, and that's what made it all so much more painful. No matter how much she hated him, her body loved his way, even more than her body loved Jace.

Suddenly, she climaxed, her body relaxing from built up tension, her sighing audibly inside Sebastian's mouth. She felt him grin, something she hated, despised, loathed. He slowly brought out his fingers from inside of her, and licked them one by one, staring directly at her.

"It seems as if you purposely piss me off for me to do this to you, don't you think?" Sebastian said, grinning manically. "Not that I mind, of course, dear sister. I hope you enjoy what's next as much as you did before."

Clary's eyes widened with knowledge as her whole body protested. No, no, not again... She thought as she heard him unzip his trousers.

His manhood was about the same size as Jace's, but unlike Jace, Sebastian was clearly more experienced, and he knew how to drove and woman's body insane.

He lightly teased her opening, going down, not enough to satisfy her, but to let her know that it was there.

"Say it," Sebastian whispered, going deeper bit by bit, ever so slowly.

"N-Never," Clary said, determined as ever to never let Sebastian get his way. "I refuse."

"You'll need punishment for being disobedient, am I right?" Sebastian asked, his lips curling. His eyes brows furried in concentration, and he adjusted his legs so she was beneath him, wide and easy to maneuver into. He watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, as if she closed them, she couldn't see, hear or feel anything. He found pleasure in this everytime, because that was only motivation for what he was about to do next. He would make sure she heard her own voice, the erotic sounds she was making, her own mouth forming moans of all sorts, and to feel him inside her, owning her body.

He rocked his hips all the way back, and plunged cleanly, and deeply into her.

She threw her head back, her mouth forming an O. Her eyes were tight as he heard a soft whimper come from her mouth. A sly smile spread across his face, as he pulled out, and plunged in again with great force, meant to hurt and pleasure his queen.

Each time, she whimpered, a little more loudly. Soon, they turned into pants, then moans. Eventually, she tried to form words, but when that happened, Sebastian started to go faster and harder, until she finally passed out.

She had a few orgasms this time, which was good. Sebastian rolled over, grabbing a handcuff from the night stand and handcuffed Clary's left arm to his right. He then brought her close to his chest, and thought about what had happened tonight.

The whites of his teeth were clearly visible even in the darkness.

He was sure tonight was the night of the creation of his offspring.


Hi! Hope thar was okay. This is just a prologue. More about this story will be explained in chapter one and so on.

if you liked this Story, please review. I might countinue it if anyone finds it interesting.

secondly, I apologize if the non italics parts were poorly written. Im on my iPod, so it's kind of hard ^.^;;

I MAY UPDATE AND REWRITE THIS CHAPTER TO STAY TUNED

anyways. Thanks for reading and please review!