This just a short prologue that has been on my mind for awhile now; what it was like when Valentine found Jace after Céline Herondale's committed suicide. I think it's a hopelessly sad, yet extremely interesting back story to Jace and his past. *I do not own the Mortal Imstrument series or merchandise, I just write fan fiction about it. All credit goes to the wonderful, amazing, and talented Cassandra Clare*
Valentine Morgenstern knelt down and took the tiny baby that he assumed was dead out of Céline Herondale's cold body. It's a shame what weakness can do to poople and families alike, He thought as straightened up and held the small bundle in his arms, and looked at Céline's bloody wrists. He was about to dispose of the child when he felt it stir. It opened its eyes and Valentine's own eyes widened at the sight of them; they were a luminous gold, just like Céline's, and were much too deep and sad for a newborn's eyes. It seemed that the newborn somehow knew what it's mother had done. Still, it didn't cry, just stared into Valentine's eyes with such intelligence and maturity that no other newborn would be capable of. Unless, his plans succeeded, which he knew they would. They always did. He felt a small smile come to his lips.
"Sir?" Hodge Starkweather's tentative voice broke him out of his self-righteous reverie. "What?" He snapped. Valentine felt slight satisfaction at how afraid Hodge looked at that moment. "Is the child still alive?" "Yes," he breathed. "Well, sir, what should we do with it?" "Him," he corrected. "Him." Hodge repeated. Valentine though it over; this child was certainly very special, and could be of good use to him. And, no one knew about him besides Valentine and Hodge. "I shall raise him as my own son." He said, half to himself. Hodge looked surprised, but only asked, "What will you name him?" "Jonathan. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern."
