The changes aren't big. Nothing to do with the plot. Just aesthetic changes.
Clary's eyes were huge with awe at the sight of Angel Raziel rising from Lake Lyn, so much so that she momentarily forgot that Valentine had killed Jace. But when Valentine adressed the Angel, she snapped back to reality.
She had to stop him,and she had to take revenge for Jace's death. Valentine didn't seem to pay any attention to her. Clary slowly approached the drawn runes that had summoned the Angel, her stele in her hand and traced a new rune. She didn't feel any joy nor pain, when it turned out that because of her, Valentine had no longer any protection against the Angel who burnt him with heaven fire.
The Angel asked her for her wish and she asked for Jace to come back.
As the blinding light of the Angel subsided and it was gone, Clary dragged herself to Jace's side.
"Jace?", she whispered.
To her utter amazement Jace's eyelids fluttered, but before he would open his eyes, Clary felt a sharp pain on the back of her head and everything went black.
After sometime, Clary started coming around.
"What on earth..", she thought numbly, trying to open her eyes. But it hurt. "Clarissa", a voice, his voice, made of ice sounded like it was coming from far away. But she knew better. "Open your eyes Clary, now".
She did so, out of some sickening feeling that she would regret ignoring a direct order from her brother.
Clary sat up, taking in her surroundings.
They were in a church, she figured out, gazing at the wallpaintings that depicted scenes from the bible. She couldn't make out the writings though.
"Greek", she said as she raised on her feet.
"It is indeed Greek", she heard Jonathan say,his back turned to her, "although I'm sure you can't read it. Father told me about your lack of shadowhunting education. Pity, a Morgenstern raised as a mundane"
Clary flinched by the venom in his voice.
"It wasn't my choice", she mumbled feeling annoyed.
"I wouldn't expect more from you Sister. But our father believed, unreasonably so, that you are of use. Let's find that out, shall we?" and without a glance back at her he approached the altar.
"What makes you think I'm going to help you? Where's Jace, and Simon...", she trailed off, unable to keep her voice steady. Her mind raced ahead "they might be dead, and my mother was there and Luke, all those demons..."
Jonathan didn't reply, instead he suddenly turned to face her for the first time since she regained her consiousness. She took a step back and then another but he was on her already.
Without a word, he violently grabbed her by her arm and literally dragged her over to the altar. She felt pain shot through her arm, her shadowhunting boots leaving marks on the wooden floor.
She clenched her teeth and made no sound.
"Tell me what these runes mean", he spoke harshly as he pointed at a spot on the altar.
"I don't see any runes, have you lost your m..."she started to say but was immediately cut off.
"Try to see past the glamours".
"I, well...", she tried to focus but her arm, trapped as it was in her brother's iron grip, was throbbing in pain, scattering her concertration.
"Well?", he kept on insisting.
"My arm..."
He immediately removed his grip on her.
Rubbing on her arm, this time she did saw the runes engraved in white silver delicate writing...and completely unintelligible.
He was studying her face, looking for signs that would tell him what was going on in her mind. He saw when her face, frowning in concertraion, relaxed only for it to be followed by confusion? And then her expression turned blank in seconds.
"I see the runes", she said as a matter of fact, a new edge to her voice.
"I'm not here to play games Clarissa. WHAT DOES IT SAY?"
"How can I tell, with my lack of shadowhunting education?"
This time he grabbed her by her shoulders and started to shake her "Tell me, you little abomination of a shadowhunter or you will regret testing my limits", he spit at her face.
"What more is there for me? For all I know, my family is dead and I might as well follow!", she almost screamed back at him.
He instantly released her. "So full of emotions", he thought, realising her trick. She was a Morgernstern indeed.
"So you want information about what happened at Brocelin Plane? Unfortunately for you, little sister, you should have known not to bargain with the devil. You will have your answers once you decipher these runes for me".
Clary swore under her breath. She couldn't figure out what the runes meant. They were of angelic origin, that was for sure, and obviously not part of the Gray Book, or Jonathan wouldn't need her to read them. But she really needed to know what she left behind after Jonathan obviously found her next to Jace's body.
She remembered holding Jace, she thought she could feel a fluttering pulse beneath her fingers. And then nothing. She woke up here, in an ancient church with her demon brother.
"I have all eternity you know, to get my answer. And more than that. Whenever you're ready...", Jonathan's voice cut her out of her reverie.
He abandoned her in front of the altar, heading to far side of the church, where he took a seat and remained expressionless.
The sun had set when Clary eventually gave up trying to read the runes.
Her head was resting on the side of the altar, tracing the runes absent-mindendly with her finger. How was she going to get away from her brother?
She didn't have her steele on her anymore, probably he took it away from her when he rendered her unconsious back in the lake,
along with all the weapons she had tied on her belt and hidden in the pockets of her shadowhunting gear.
It's not my gear, she thought bitterly, and turned around to look at Jonathan. His was all black and shiny, modern and new, and fit him perfectly.
He wasn't looking at her, and he didn't seem to acknowledge her presence.
She sighed and turned back to the position she had been in for hours now.
"It does take your sweet time it seems", he said. "Maybe if I had my stele.." Clary begun.
"No". was all he said, before getting up from his seat to join her.
Clary jumped up and made to move out of his way but he was already there in blinding speed.
"Perhaps you need more motivation. I thought you really cared about your people but that doesn't seem to be enough." he removed a dagger from his belt and pressed it to her neck.
"You won't kill me, you need me", she said, trying to sound determined.
"Trust me when I say there are far worse things I can do than to kill you. Of course it would be a shame to mutilate your pretty face",he traced a line with the dagger all the way from her neck up to her cheek,"but I can live with it."
Clary felt blood dripping from the wound on her cheek, and hissed at the stinging pain.
"You don't need your steele. A seraph blade doesn't make the shadowhunter. The power is inside you. You better get to it now, or I'll use a demon dagger on you, making your wounds impossile to heal".
He took a step back as if to allow her thinking space.
Clary's hand came up to cover her wound, feeling her blood between her fingers, as an image suddenly rose in her mind. It looked like arrows pointing at each one of the four directions.
"Direction", she said under her breath and made to move towards the altar, but he grabbed her from her upper arm, holding her in place "Direction you say? Are you sure?" "Let go of me!" she tried to push at him but he was unfazed by her meaningless little fight back.
"What does direction even mean? Maybe I hit you too hard on your head when I brought you here and now you're ... malfunctioning", he said, amusement colouring his voice.
"Of course not..I mean yes, you hit me pretty hard.. but not that hard".
He didn't reply, instead he was staring at her and she started to feel uncomfortable with him holding her so close. "What..." she begun to say.
"Nothing, little sister. You're not completely useless after all. So where were we?"
"There runes are some kind of a guide I believe. They point towards a direction...somewhere and...where are you going?"
Jonathan had his stele in hand and was carefully tracing a row of runes next to the ones that were already on the altar."You may rest now, Clarissa. I'm not going to need you."
"You mean you will let me go?" she said shocked, her hopes suddenly up. Maybe he wasn't going to harm her after all. Maybe he was going to free her now.
"Don't be ridiculous. You are to stay here with me. You're my sister and you'll do as I say"
Clary felt like she had been slapped, although she should expect such an outcome. He was half demon, a monster who uses people and kills them after he's done.
"You do not own me."
"Go and rest."
"What about my family and my friends? I helped you with your stupid runes."
Jonathan's hand paused mid-rune. He turned to look at her, his expression void of all emotions.
"I wasn't in the battle. I'm afraid I have no clue what happened to them." he said casually, returning his attention to his runes.
Clary felt all blood draining from her face. He didn't know from the beginning, he was only using her and now she had helped him with whatever evil plan he had in mind, all for nothing.
"How could you..?" all sense abandoned her and she lunged forward at him, intenting to hit him, injure him, kill him, anything. But he was faster than her, and with a quick move he took hold of her and threw her towards the wall with incredible force.
She landed on her side, feeling bones cracking and blood rising in her mouth. She tried to breathe but the pain was excruciating. "Don't you fucking dare to attack me again, you filth. You are nothing compared to me. You live only because I allow you to live. You're mine", his face was inches away from hers,
and the last thing she saw before her senses abandoned her was his eyes burning with rage.
"She's too weak, lost her senses already. She wouldn't survive in a serious fight" Jonathan thought while he used his dagger to cut through her bloodied gear in order to trace the healing rune on her injuries.
He stood and watched her for a while as her bruises were disappearing, the blood stopped flowing and her breath came out effortlessly.
He didn't bother to clean the blood off her. He thought she looked beautiful covered in it. She looked like a fallen warrior, amazing and tragic at the same time.
He left her sleeping, and he headed back to the altar to finish his job.
He had to hurry, the Shadowhunters must have realised Clary's absense by now and they will be tracking her. Finishing his runes, he saw as they burned into the stone, causing the Direction runes to glow. He removed a piece of parchment from inside one of his pockets and placed it on top of the glowing runes. Their shape was imprinted on the parchment. With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he neatly folded it and put it back in his pocket. Then reaching for his steele he traced the Fire rune on the wooden floor,
which immediately begun to set ablaze.
He turned around to look at Clary for a little longer. The fire was dancing around them, the smoke made it hard to breathe.
He sat next to her, tracing a Portal for them.
He let the fire approach them, Clary too deep into sleep to feel the heat. Her red hair resembled the fire so much that he thought it might come alive and join the flames.
They were both covered in ashes and smoke when he picked her up and went through the Portal.
By the time the shadowhunters arrived, the church was already burnt to ashes.
The smell of smoke was everywhere, but Clary was nowhere to be seen.
Jace could track her no further. Did that mean she was dead?
Impossible, he thought. He knew who took her. He knew she was in danger.
With a shout of rage he kicked through a wall that was still standing.
He will find Clary, he promised to himself and he will kill Jonathan.