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The angel shouted, 'Fallen! Powerful Babylon has fallen and is now the home of demons. It is the den of every filthy spirit and of all unclean birds, and every dirty and hated animal.'
Revelation 18:2
At first it was like she had faded away, consumed by the darkness that had engulfed her slight figure. Jace watched as the girl he loved vanished, her arms stretched out towards him. Clary. He wanted to call her but his voice wasn't working. Nothing was working.
Fossilized, he seemed to exist in an immobile state. He could taste the air and feel it as the breeze swept lightly across his frame. The last thing he registered autonomously was the bitter, metallic tang of pollution, sulphur and blood.
We are one now, little brother, you and I. We are one.
Now the balance is restored. If you hadn't killed me in the first place, I should really be thanking you.
Sebastian's voice was low, almost seductively quiet. Gloating.
Then Jace watched in horror as his sliced palm rose towards his face, his own fingers flexing, completely beyond his control. He felt a smirk creep onto his face, his neck muscles moving, raising his head to come face to face with his own proud reflection in the dark glass windows of the next abandoned building.
Funny how I used to wonder what it was like to be you. Jonathan Herondale – no real parents but gifted with the blood of an angel. The one the Fates just love to torment because he's just so damn pretty...
As if to prove his point, the shadowy Jace in the glass flashed a wicked smile.
By the Angel. Look how the powerful have fallen.