CHAPTER I

Jace sat at one of the old oak desks in the library of the New York institute. He has been awake the whole night, even if the still felt weakened by the wounds Glorious hat left on him together with the heavenly fire that still seemed to burn him from within.

He sighed. What was wrong with him? So long he wanted to get rid of this curse, that second self Sebastian laid upon him. But now that he finally was free, was himself again, he felt terrible. It wasn't just the physical pain of being stabbed, it was the feeling of something missing. But no, no way, he would never admit it. He had to finish this, had to wipe out this parasite in his brain completely.

„If I cannot move heaven", Jace thought of the words on Sebastian's bracelet „I will raise hell"

There was no way Jace could let this happen. He had to do something about this demon haunting not just his mind but basically the whole world.

The books were highly stacked on the table, spellbooks about summoning, but every spell Jace would find may have made the whole endarkened army and probably a whole bunch of other demons appear. They were all Lilith's children. He thought about Magnus and if he might have known a spell, but Magnus wouldn't help him, not now whith the break-up with Alec only a few days before.

The next book he took made Jace curious. And yes, finally he found something useful. The book was old, very old, with a dark red leather binding. He wondered why it was in English when every book that old he had seen before was in Latin. The spells described could make someone appear, only by using something belonging to the one you wanted to appear.

Jace copied the page as fast as he could and went straight to his room. He actually had a lot of Sebeastian's stuff from the time he lived with him. The first thing coming to his mind was a shirt Sebastian gave him when all of Jace' were dirty and bloody. He took it out of the closet. It still had the smell of Sebastian's appartment on it. Jace thought how it wasn't an unpleasent smell, he had to admit. It smelled like clean cotton and expansive wine and cold air. Jace felt a tear run down his cheek. What the hell had that mad boy done to his brain? This is nothing i could ever tell anyone, Jace thought, I have to deal with this alone.

The city was bright even when the sun had set long ago. Jace wandered around, looking for a place that could possibly be right for summoning the most dangerous, lunatic boy in the entire world. New York was full of Shadowhunters and Downworlders who he might have endangered if he was careless, choosing a place to perform the spell.

His phone rang, at least the fifteenth time today. He had texted Clary that he didn't feel good and needed some time alone but she didn't stop calling nevertheless.

He made his way to Queens, maybe the part of the city that was the least filled with magical creatures. He walked even if he knew it took a long time walking there. He thought he could use the time to think about what to say to Sebastian and what it was that made him feel so torn apart inside. He hated it, but he couldn't change it. Of course the image of Sebastian's face made him angry and anxious but there was something more to it. Something that had nothing to do with disgust or hate. He knew how lonely Sebastian really was, he knew that the boy with the white hair and the black eyes actually thought that everything he did was right, that it made sense. Jace swallowed. He just couldn't bring himself to hate Sebastian, not the way the others could. He wanted it so badly though. Sebastian hat killed Max, had turned Armatis and many other helpless Shadowhunters, had messed with his brain and worse, had messed with Clary.

Jace felt like the worst person in the world. How, he asked himself, how could i not hate something so destructive and evil? But he knew. He had been bound to that person. He knew his deepest fears and desires. He could see behind what was the demon in his blood. He saw the boy that he once was supposed to be and, like he had many times before, Jace wondered not just if there was a way to defeat him, but to save this boy, to save Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.

When he arrived at the park he had thought of, it was dark. Far from the lights of the city, some street lights were not working. He thought about it for a second, then pulled out his witchlight. Everybody was asleep, he didn't have to worry. He took out the page he copied and a piece of chalk and started to draw on the grass, which actually worked quite well to his surprise.

He put the shirt into the circle of runes he has drawn and set it on fire. It was so cold in the park, that even the heat from the small flames seemed to radiate. They felt weak to Jace who was wearing nothing but a tanktop. He had the heavely fire in his veins, a heat stronger than anything he ever felt.

He watched the fire rising than lowering while whispering the spell, the fabric of the shirt crumbling until it was nothing left but ashes, the fire gone. Jace waited in slience. Nothing happened, the spell hadn't worked. He looked at the burned ground and the circle of chalk. He had been so sure. Then suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind.

„Oh, how could you burn my gifts? This wasn't cheap you know."

Jace whirled around.