The Life of a Demon

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments series by the lovely Cassandra Clare.

No matter how hard Sebastian tried, he couldn't seem to please anybody. He blamed it on the demon blood that ran through his veins. That and his father's parenting skills. Anytime something started to go right in his life, he somehow messed it up in a terrible, usually bloody, way.

Take Clary for instance. He had started to have a nice relationship with her in Alicante. She had seemed to like him when he was his dashing self. It would have been nice to have her as at least a friend if not his sister. But no. He had to fuck that up. The demon inside just had to take her to the remains of their parents' house after they left Ragnor Fell's cottage. And the demon just had to kiss her while looking over the burnt ashes.

Then there was Jace and the Lightwood children. He was afraid he had made a mortal enemy of them. He had only meant to lock Max in the closet. But the demon convinced him to bash in the child's skull with that damn hammer. Then, to top it all off, he stole Jace away and made a blood bond with him.

There was his mother, Jocelyn. She would never love him. She never had. Any chance of her loving him was washed away when he nearly killed Luke Garroway, her fiance. Now, there was nothing. In her eyes, he was just another Valentine. All he got was absolute hatred from his mother and sister. He couldn't do anything right.

His father had always told him never to love someone or something. Never to get too close to it. It would always be your destruction. While doing his studies, if he didn't get something right, his father would beat him. All those years of beating had hardened him.

He was not human. He never had been. He just wished he could be. He envied the mundanes and their ignorant world. Their eyes oblivious to this world full of angels and demons and shadows.

Now, he was putting an end to it. He would put everyone he wanted to love, out of misery. He was going to kill himself. It was the only way he could protect them.

Standing on the chair, he tied the rope around his neck. He took a deep breath then jumped off the chair and dangled from the rope. He struggled for a second then was completely still, a ghost of a smile on his face and his eyes closed. He was free at last.

A/N:

Pretty sad, huh? I always wonder if maybe the demon blood is controlling him. Maybe he has a split personality where the demon inside him is the thing that does all the evil stuff and he himself is good at heart. I don't know. Tell me what you think!

XOXO,

Mrs-diAngleo25