Hello, there. This is my first TMI fanfiction, so I'm not sure if the characters will be all that in character. I'll try my best to get it right, but I'll need you guys to tell me if I'm doing something wrong or if you have a suggestion for the story x'D
Also, Clary is obviously going to be OOC. She was raised by Valentine, and grew up with Jonathan. I think it's kind of obvious she's not going to be all that in character u3u
Here's some warnings, by the way:
Some swearing.
Quite a bit of incest in some parts.
It does get kinda dark in some parts, guys x'D
Some bashing on some characters. Sorry, I suppose...
The Mortal Instruments does not belong to me. If it did, Jonathan/Sebastian Morgenstern would not have died. (In fact he would have won the Dark War and gotten Clary as his queen. But let's not talk about that.)
Valentine Morgenstern stood outside of the now-burning manor that once belonged to the Fairchilds. The orange-and-red flames hungrily licked up the house, burning and devouring as it's power stretched and grew. He could no longer hear the sound of screaming, so he assumed that Adele Fairchild was now dead. He had struck down Granville after the elderly man had attempted to foil his plans, but Adele had been tied up and forced into the easily-most flammable room in the entire manor.
The house's burning hadn't been all that difficult, and he'd already had everything planned out if the attack on the Clave were to have gone in the opposite direction that he'd wanted it to go. However, he hadn't expected to find out that his wife would have betrayed him. He had seen her with the dirty traitor and Downworlder, who was also his former parabatai, Lucian Graymark. Valentine ground his teeth in anger. The Angel-cursed Downworlder had stolen his wife! His wife! He would pay dearly for his mistakes.
As Valentine thought about this, there was a quiet, thin wail from the bundle of blankets Valentine carried in his arms, and his black eyes glanced down. The quiet wail had come from a child, a child with curly, red hair and wide, bright green eyes. She'd just woken up from sleeping.
"Shush, Clarissa," Valentine murmured. He'd would've wanted to name the child Seraphina, but Jocelyn had insisted on naming the girl Clarissa. He had respected her wish, and the baby in his arms had been named Clarissa. "We'll be home soon."
Valentine had made sure to make Pangborn take his son away from Maryse Lightwood, and hide him in the cabin in the meadow. He was, if Pangborn had followed through with his orders, already there. However, he wasn't sure that, with all that had gone wrong, if that hadn't gone awry as well. Either way, he had to take Clarissa to the empty manor he had chosen in order to hide her from the Clave.
Without another comforting word to the child in his arms, and only pausing to check his surroundings, Valentine turned around and disappeared from sight, taking away the tiny baby.
Almost as soon as Valentine had disappeared from sight, a loud sound of outrage and pain had sounded from the distance, and anybody who heard it knew that Jocelyn Fairchild had just seen the house of her parents raise up in ashes.
...So, what did you guys think?
I know it's kind of short, but I promise the rest of my chapter will be longer x'D
Please leave a review telling me how I did! Also, if you have any suggestions of any sort, por favor!