Is this where I can put an author's note? o.O kind of new at this...uh...hi! A few warnings for you who are going to read this story: 1) I'm a horrible updater. absolutely horrible. so its very likely this story will not be finished for a VERY long time. 2) I'm a constant editer...so if I'm able to...I'll probably go back and change chapters multiple times.
This is my first Mortal Instruments Fanfic, but I absolutely love this series and I can't wait for the movie. (Jamie's not a bad Jace, peoples! I watched some of his other stuff and he seems to be a good actor.)
The Book of Raziel- in mythology, Raziel was the angel that stood at God's side and therefore heard everything that was discussed (for this reason his name means "God's secrets") and wrote all of this down in a book, which he later gave to Adam and Eve after their banishment from paradise so that they might be able to learn more about their God.
Full Summary: While Clary and Jace develop their newfound relationship, Demonic forces stir, searching for the Book of Raziel, a mythical book said to contain all the runes ever created by the Maker's hand. In order to keep the power of angels out of the wrong hands, Clary and the others must find it first. "The Book of Raziel is a mundane myth, a story!" "But Jace," said Clary, "All the stories are true."
The Book of Raziel
Part One: God's Secrets
"But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it; for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die." -Genesis 2:17
Chapter 1: Birthdays
It wasn't the most romantic of first dates, Clary thought, but it was certainly memorable.
They'd started the morning with a simple breakfast at Taki's which had escalated from eggs and sausage to a city-wide demon hunt that ended with Clary standing knee deep in muddy sewage water, the top half of her body covered in demon guts, while Jace laughed at the expression on her face.
So needless to say by the time the two of them trudged back to the Manhattan Institute late in the afternoon (Clary looking like a demon had thrown up on her—one kind of had—and Jace who'd had one of his nicer jackets devoured in the struggle), neither one of them was in a particularly good mood.
Still, while the old elevator creaked on its way up, Clary let Jace hold her against the wall and kiss her passionately.
He pulled away when the door wheezed open, grinning, a sparkle lighting up his golden eyes and Clary instantly missed the pressure of his body on hers.
Tossing her tangled hair out behind her, Clary grimaced. "Next time, we're going to see a movie."
Jace laughed. "Welcome to the world of Shadowhunters," He said, his hand still around her waist.
Before he could kiss her again though, Isabelle turned the corner. She was dressed in a dark blue strapless dress that ended just above her knees exposing bare skin littered with white scars, her dark hair was loose falling in luscious curls down her back, and her pristine heels clacked on the marble floors. One of her hands was on her hips and she looked annoyed.
"Where have you lovebirds been?" snapped Isabelle, running one critical eye over Clary's disheveled appearance.
"It's a long story," supplied Jace.
Isabelle ignored him. "Clary, you're going to be late for dinner tonight," She said.
"Dinner?"
Isabelle glared at Jace. "Didn't you tell her?"
Jace shrugged. "It didn't matter to me," he said.
Isabelle snorted. "We're having dinner to celebrate Jace's birthday tonight."
Clary whirled on Jace, her mouth open in furious surprise. "You didn't tell me it was your birthday," She accused.
Unperturbed, Jace shrugged.
Isabelle snatched Clary's arm and proceeded to drag her down the hall. "You can be mad at him later, right now we have to make you look slightly presentable. And you," She screamed to a bemused Jace, "Have the decency to put on a suit!" Without waiting for a retort, she dragged a reluctant Clary away.
Demons with razor sharp teeth and nauseating breath she could handle, Clary mused, as she stumbled her way slowly across the floor, but heels, God help her she'd rather fight a horde of demons.
The Lightwoods were already seated at a table tucked away in a secluded corner of the fancy restaurant whose floor Clary was currently tripping on. When they saw her and Isabelle approaching, Maryse waved and Isabelle waved back, pushing Clary to walk faster.
Alec looked surprisingly handsome in a suit, his hair glossy in the light while Magnus sat next to him, looking extremely out of place in brilliant glitter. As she approached, Magnus leaned down to whisper something in Alec's ear and Alec laughed.
Jace, looking bored, was fiddling with the napkin cloth in his hands, but stood up when Clary approached. He looked surprised. "You…don't look anything like yourself." He said.
Clary hit him.
"Nonsense," said Isabelle. "I just brought out some of her natural beauty." She sat next to her mother and immediately picked up a menu.
"Clary, so nice of you to come." Maryse said, ushering Clary into the seat next to Jace, who was still staring at her hungrily.
Frowning, Clary caught a glimpse of her reflection in the silverware. She really did look amazing. Isabelle had gone crazy with the makeup. Glittery eye-shadow and dark eyeliner made her eyes look mysteriously sexy, her red hair hung loosely down her back in soft curls and the lipstick emphasized the curviness of her lips. She was wearing a loose red dress with folds made of fabric like tissue paper so that every time she spun, the skirt would billow out around her like feathery wings.
Isabelle winked at her and mouthed what looked like "head-over-heels enchanted" cocking her head at Jace who still seemed stunned.
Alec coughed and nudged Jace with his foot.
"Let's order, shall we?" Isabelle said. "I'm starved."
After Jace had gotten over his initial surprise at Clary's appearance, dinner passed relatively quickly.
The Lightwoods were kind enough, including Clary in their conversations. Robert announced he was going to be headed to Idris for a few days. After Valentine's death, demon activity had been incredibly irregular throughout the world and the Clave was calling a meeting to discuss it.
"This is kind of nice," Clary said after the entrees had been delivered. "Do you do this every year?"
Jace shook his head. "It's my eighteenth," he said, "After this point, I'm an official adult and all that." Clary nodded, watching him poke at the pasta on his plate absentmindedly.
"You don't like this?" She asked.
Jace frowned. "Let's just say, I'd rather spend my birthdays fighting demons."
Clary snorted. "I'm still mad that you never told me it was your birthday."
"And why is that?"
"I would have gotten you a present," said Clary.
Jace's eyes softened. "I don't need a present from you, Clary."
"But eighteen is a big year…"
"I just want to get this dinner over with so we can go do something way more fun."
Clary raised one eyebrow. "You want to go demon hunting on your birthday?"
Jace grinned. "Or we could go to Pandemonium. Clubs and demons in the same place, what could be better?"
Clary pursed her lips and then using the trick that Isabelle had taught her leaned in and placed her hand on Jace's thigh. She was rewarded by the sound of his breath catching in his throat.
"I have an idea for a present." She said, knowing her mother was going to kill her for what she was about to say.
Jace gulped. "Yeah?"
"Mmmhmm," Clary's hand climbed a little higher. "I was thinking I'd spend the night at the Institute, just this once."
Jace swallowed with some difficulty. "Isn't your mom going to kill you for this?" He asked. It was true. Since their return from Idris, Jocelyn had strictly forbidden her daughter from sleeping in the same building as her boyfriend.
"I'll deal with her later," said Clary. "I'll tell her it was your birthday and I fell asleep accidentally."
"She's gonna freak." Jace observed. Their faces were almost touching now.
"I—" But what Clary had been about to say was drowned out by a scream.
Jace jerked away from her so fast, Clary didn't see him move, but suddenly he was behind her, his seraph blade drawn.
A demon was crawling towards them across an overturned table. It moved on all fours like a twisted dog and its face was only a circular mouth full of rows of sharp teeth. A long snake-like tongue scented the air in front of it. It had a long whip-like tail lined with nasty spikes that lashed back and forth.
Behind the creature, more of its kind swarmed onto the tables, gnashing their teeth and hissing in demonic tongues.
Jace laughed. "Now this is a birthday present," he said, and ignoring Maryse's shouts, launched himself into the fray.
Clary drew the seraph blade she kept in a sheath on her thigh. "Puriel," she said, and hearing its name, the blade extended.
Beside her, Isabelle took a sip of her coke and drew her whip, looking annoyed. Blue fire was dancing at the tips of Magnus's fingers.
They each took one demon (Jace took three) and finished them off with swift efficiency. The restaurant was a mess though and the mundanes had fled, leaving their plates scattered across the floors.
Calmly, Magnus straightened the hem of his tuxedo. "Well the one benefit of dating you, darling," he said to Alec, "is that not even dinner is boring."
Clary was curled up on Jace's bed, breathing in the smell of his sheets when Jace emerged from the bathroom, his hair wet.
Moonlight from the open window caught the drops of water in his hair and lit them up, making Jace look like an angel.
Clary smiled as Jace sat down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, burying his nose in her hair.
"Best birthday present ever." He mumbled.
Clary turned and then they were kissing each other in the moonlight. His hands cupped her cheeks and Clary was reminded of the first time Jace had ever kissed her: in the greenhouse, under a similar moonlight, surrounded by the falling petals of flowers.
She was breathless when he pulled away and drew the covers over them.
Sighing contently, Clary allowed Jace to wrap his arms around her and closed her eyes, reveling in the perfectness of the moment.
And there, safe in his arms, she fell asleep.