Okay guys, what's up! This is my firstever FanFiction, so please don't judge too harshly! So my fanfic is set at the end of The Mortal Instruments: City Of Fallen Angels, where Lilith tried to use Clary to make Simon revive Sebastian all the while Jace was under Lilith's control. I will start this story by posting some parts of the book to freshen your memories. Disclaimer: TMI belongs entirely to the wonderful and awesome author Cassandra Clare.
"Clary. She was so pale that she looked almost blue, though perhaps that was the cold. Her green eyes were vast in her pale face. A trickle of drying blood spilled from her collarbone to the neckline of her dress, now spotted with red. Her hands hung at her sides, loose, but they were shaking. [...] As he stared at her, she shook her head, very slightly. He knew what she was saying. Don't do it. Don't give her what she wants. Let whatever happens to me happen. [...] Gasping, Clary ran for the fallen seraph blade, but never reached it. Lilith caught Clary up in two thin, icy hands and threw her with incredible force. Clary hurtled into a low hedge, the branches slashing viciously at her skin, opening up long cuts. She struggled to free herself, her dress tangled in the foliage. She heard the silk rip as she tore free and turned to see Lilith drag Jace to his feet, her hand fastened in the bloody front of his shirt. [...]
"You forget," said Lilith. "I was there, Shadowhunter. I watched you fall and die. I watched Valentine weep over your body. And then I watched as the Angel asked Clarissa what she desired of him, what she wanted in the world more than she wanted anything else, and she said you. Thinking you could be the only people in the world who could have their dead loved one back, and that there would be no consequences. That is what you thought, isn't it, both of you? Fools." Lilith spat. "You love each other-anyone can see that, looking at you-that kind of love that can burn down the world or raise it up in glory. No, she would never leave your side. Not while she thought you were in danger." Her head jerked back, her hand shooting out, fingers curved into claws. "There."
There was a scream, and one of the hedges seemed to tear apart, revealing Clary, who had been crouched, hiding, in the middle of it. Kicking and clawing, she was dragged forward, her fingernails scraping the ground, seizing in vain for a purchase on something that she could grip. Her hands left bloody trails on the tiles.
"No!" Jace started forward, then froze as Clary was whipped up into the air, where she hovered, dangling in front of Lilith. She was barefoot, her satin dress-now so torn and filthy it looked red and black rather than gold-swirling around her, one of her shoulder straps torn and dangling. Her hair had come completely out of its sparkling combs and spilled down over her shoulders. Her green eyes fixed on Lilith with hatred.
"You bitch," she said.
Jace's face was a mask of horror. He really had believed it when he'd said Clary was gone, Simon realized. He'd thought she was safe. But Lilith had been right. And she was gloating now, her snake's eyes dancing as she moved her hands like a puppeteer, and Clary spun and gasped in the air. Lilith flicked her fingers, and what looked like the lash of a silver whip came down across Clary's body, slicing her dress open, and the skin under it. She screamed and clutched at the wound, and her blood pattered down on the tiles like scarlet rain.
[...] She flicked her fingers again, and the silver whip came down, slashing across Clary's shoulder this time, opening up a wide gash. Clary buckled but didn't scream, jamming her hands into her mouth, curling in on herself as if she could protect herself from Lilith."
But Clary knew better. There was only so little she could do. Lilith had set this whole scheme up, and blindly, Clary had fallen into the trap. And as she closed her eyes, expecting another blow, she let herself think, letting the pain she felt blow off
/as if it was being felt by another person.
How could she not have seen this coming? Perhaps not exactly, but there were signs that she had so ignorantly let go and dismissed.
Jace, the person she had fallen hard for and had spent so much time willing to be his and him to be hers all to herself, someone to love and to be in love with, someone to teach that no, love didn't destroy, that it was the most powerful thing that could
/possibly exist, the blinding love that makes you weak in the knees, he had changed but her blinding love for him made her nearly ignorant of the trap he had fallen into. Her guilt was overwhelming, and perhaps it was even more painful than the physical
/pain she had felt, that she was feeling right now. And, oh Simon, he was never meant to be here, never meant to be a vampire. As she had been introduced to the Shadow World, she had unknowingly dragged him along with her.
All of this she felt and thought about as another blow struck right above her heart, and she opened her eyes once more, stifling her screams of agony by biting down on her already badly bruised hand. Lilith was looking up at her, amusement glinting in
/her eyes, combined with an allure of purposefulness.
The demoness' plan to raise Sebastian back was one that would be comparable to raising hell. Just as his father had been, her demon brother was a maniac. But try as she might, she couldn't really blame him. His blood had been infected and diseased, his
/humanity had been burned by the demon blood coursing through his veins, weighing him down in a way he would never understand.
Clary didn't know how she was still alive. The pain she was feeling, it was unimaginable. With great effort she curled up and brought her knees to her chest, and risked glancing back at Jace. His face was drained of all colour, his eyes wide and full
/of terror, he looked as if his world was falling apart. He looked torn apart, and seemed to feel what Clary was feeling, but a hundred times worst. She felt a strong burning sensation making it's way down her chest and looked down. As soon as shedid,
/Clary shuddered and let out a choked gasp. So this was the end of her, she thought, as a thick stream of blood coming from the spike of Lilith's whip that was sticking right an inch below her heart.
Jeese I didn't mean for the first chapter to be so short. Or was it okay? I don't really know, since it's my first for that. And jeese it was intense. A little to much? Let me know what you think by reviewing this! Thank you, an update is planned to come rather very soon!