A/N: I mixed my own words in with some dialogue from the book, so it's basically restating what happened at the lake with Valentine, Jace, Clary and Raziel, but with some of my own input or flare. I do not own any of the characters, nor do I claim to - all characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Jace. I sat immobilized on the hard earth, and helplessly watched as Valentine drove the blade of the Mortal Sword into Jace's heart.

I wanted to scream out. I wanted to run to him. But, I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt as though the air had been ripped from my lungs; I felt like I was suffocating.

Jace's body lay motionless on the ground as Valentine chanted words that I couldn't understand.

I thought back to all those times that I had spent with him; he had always thought I was strong. He had always believed in me. Now, I felt as weak and hopeless as one could ever possibly feel.

I stared at the altar and watched as the runes surrounding it began to glow – the same runes that had kept Ithuriel imprisoned in the cellars beneath the Wayland manor. Ithuriel.

I couldn't let it end like this. I couldn't let Valentine get his way. I had to do something. With as much effort as I could, I pulled myself to the circle of runes. I drew a rune symbolizing his name – it was one of the smallest runes I've ever created, but it was all I could do.

I watched Valentine finish the ceremony, and as the water in the lake exploded upward, the Angel appeared. I couldn't stop myself from looking at this being, this beautiful angel in the full force of his glory.

Raziel.

Valentine spoke with him. He responded. His tone was accusing. Valentine's intentions were not unknown.

Valentine stared at Raziel. "My lord Raziel – there is no one else – "

"But there is", said the Angel. "There is your daughter."

Valentine stared at me and asked what I had done. In the sand at his feet, I wrote: Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin.

The Angel opened his mouth and spat – at least that was how it seemed. Out of his mouth came a shooting spark of white fire, a burning arrow that flew straight across the water and buried itself in Valentine's chest. It left a smoking hole the size of a fist as it tore through him. Valentine crashed to the ground.

The Angel turned his attention to me and told me that I could compel him to one action. As I opened my mouth to speak, no sound came out. The runes. He realized the problem and the runes that Valentine had instilled upon me vanished.

"Choose your desire wisely."

I hesitated. I could ask for anything, anything at all. But, I knew what I wanted. I knew what my true desire was.

"Jace."

"Close your eyes, Clarissa Morgenstern," the Angel said.

I closed my eyes, and Jace's beautiful face appeared. I could hear him calling my name, just as he had whispered at Renwick's, over and over again. Clary. Clary. Clary.

"Clary," Jace said. "Open your eyes."

I did. He was leaning over me, just as beautiful as ever. "You're alive. Really alive."

He slowly reached forward and touched my face. "I was in the dark. There was nothing there but shadows, and I was a shadow, and I knew that I was dead, and that it was over, all of it. And then I heard your voice. I heard you say my name, and it brought me back."

"Not me." I said. "The Angel brought you back."

"Because you asked him to." His fingers traced the outline of my face. "You could have had anything else in the world, and you asked for me."