Pandemonium was among them. Things were among them. Demons of all sorts were crashing upon them with breathtaking force. Clary heard a scream, and looked around for the source of the sound. She saw Isabelle, looking up at a greater demon. She could tell it was a greater demon by the size, it towered over everyone within it's great height. Jace was off to the side, his blades slicing through the air towards a raum demon. Alec was towards the center of the room battling with a great skeletal horse. Everyone looked over at the sound of Isabelle's cry.

"Magnus! Help her!" shouted Jace.

Just minutes before, they had been surrounded by friends and family in a large dining hall in Idris. Clary, Jace, and Isabelle had been by the punch bowl, listening to Isabelle chatter animatedly; Simon, Alec, and Magnus had been sharing battle tales with a well-groomed shadow hunter in the center of the large room. It had been a formal occasion: Clary was in low-thigh gold dress that hugged her body and pronounced her small curves, her hair was past her shoulders now in sculptured red curls; Isabelle was wearing a knee length blood red cocktail dress, her long black hair was now twisted elegantly on the top of her head. The boys were in coat and tie. The huge doors had burst open, the sky lights had shattered while demons poured through the openings. And chaos had ensued.

Back in the present, Magnus raced over to where Isabelle stood, molten blue sparks soaring from his finger tips. Alec shot him an anxious glance before sending his blade into the air and through the horse's skull. He ran to help Isabelle and Magnus with the greater demon. Clary focused her attention back on the ruckus before her right as a small scuttling demon lunged at her from the onslaught of creatures. She reached for the chakrum hanging from her belt and sent it spinning through the air and plunge into the demon's chest. It convulsed then vanished, leaving only her weapon lying on the ground. Clary quickly scooped it up and looked around for Jace. She spotted him off in the corner, looking around frantically. She met his eyes while they relaxed slightly, and she ran towards him, grabbing on to his shirt.

"Jace. Why are they here? How did this happen?"

"I don't know, Clary. I don't know what went wrong. The wards were supposed to be in their best condition, but…" His voice trailed off and he gasped, with what Clary assumed was some sort of conclusion to what could possibly be going on.

"Jonathon." he whispered,

"I don't understand, you said that he was killed. That you killed him."

"I know what I said, Clary, it's just that nobody actually found the body. He is part greater demon, and he's most likely harder to kill than a regular per-"

"I know he's part greater demon," she interrupted him mid-sentence "but he still could be dead. You can't just assume that he's alive just because you 'didn't find the body.'

" Clary remember what Simon said a couple years ago?" He continued when she shook her head slowly, "He said, 'Don't ever assume the bad guys dead until you see the body.' or something like that. He was right, then and now."

Clary sighed. "Fine." She was just about to inquire what the hell they are supposed to do now, when a demon dismembered from the horde and flung itself in our direction. Jace quickly flung a blade at it, and it shrieked and fell to the marble floor. He pulled two more seraph blades from his belt and plunged them into the floor, blocking off where they stood in the corner from the mass of demons.

"How did you do that?" Clary asked.

"It doesn't matter. We have to get out of here." Clary could see the pride he had to choke down to say that.

"But the others…"

"We'll get the others and go. Clary, draw a portal. We have to leave as soon as possible. Hurry! I'll get as many people as I can. Clary, draw it now."

"Be careful." Jace looked at her. Then, in a movement she could barely see, he grabbed her in his arms and kissed her with bone-braking force. Clary didn't break, of course, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. His hand moved down to the small of her back, he pressed her against him tightly, and she could feel his hip bones fit perfectly with hers. Abruptly, he let go and was gone.