This is just some stupid idea I got and I can't carry on writing the Institute until I have it down so here we go. Ancient Greece, (I know very little about it, so please excuse the inaccuracy) Jace is a warrior type person, a hero who goes off to do quests and pokes giant Cyclopes' in the giant eye, and Clary is like a princess type person who sits around and eats grapes but is still awesome like that. Swap Gods with Angels and Monsters with Demons. Short one shot, Clary's POV.

The Hero

It was, like always, a very boring day. I had everything; I could do anything, except leave this dull public offering ceremony.

My father led the city. A day every month he allowed people to come and see him, and he would put in a good word to the angels or demons in exchange for gifts. I sat in my seat which hovered over vats with steam pouring out. The waterlogged air was hard to breathe in, my skin glistened with sweat and water and my fiery hair stuck to the sides of my neck. White gossamer curtains in front of me stopped the commoners from actually seeing me.

Across the hall directly opposite from me, hidden behind layers of black chain curtains and steam sat my brother. We were my father's prize possessions, I could communicate with angels and he could communicate with demons. When we heard requests we conversed and did what we could.

My father sat in his throne at the head of the room, Jonathan and I on either side of him. The steps leading up to his stage were laden with the gifts of today. His black eyes glistened with curiosity as the next man entered the throne room.

He was a man like I had never seen before. A lot of heroes came to my father asking for well wishes from the angels and demons. But he, he walked with a confidence that I had never seen before. His golden locks curled around his face like flames and his golden eyes seemed so deep yet shallow at the same time.

He paused just before he passed Jonathan and I. He looked at the black chains and white curtains with interest before looking back at my father with an eyebrow raised.

"Come closer," My father ordered.

The man walked to his steps, but did not kneel. He didn't place down a burden for my father or ask for good luck, he just watched my father closely.

Eventually my father said, "Well?"

The man smirked, "My name is Jace." He looked around the room as he continued on, "I'm from the Angels Society."

"I've never heard of it," Valentine snarled.

Jace grinned devilishly at him, "You aren't meant to have. It's a society the Angels formed of commoners, nobodies without any real money or voices, who are born with the ability to communicate with the angels, like you daughter here. We work to do the angels work."

"So, what does this have to do with me? What can I do for the angels?" Valentine asked mockingly, it was clear to me that my father didn't believe a word he was saying. That fact on its own made me doubt the man's tale. But there was just something about him that made me want to believe him.

Jace's grin suddenly disappeared, and in its place a dark expression stayed. His eyes were cast in shadows and an angry wave rolled from him as he said, "The angels know things, Mr Valentine. They know a lot of things. And they are interested in mortal dealings with angels and demons in particular."

I didn't get it, but my father clearly didn't like where Jace was going with this. What deals did my father do with the angels and demons? Jace continued on, "They have told us recently that your daughter has gained interest in the demons. They want us to protect her."

"Why?" Valentine asked.

Jace shrugged, "Beat me. I don't question the angels, I just work with them. They tell me it will be in my favour to protect her," With this he glanced over his shoulder at me. My heart was beating like a humming bird and I had more sweat on my skin than water. Was he seriously telling us he was going to kidnap me?

I started to speak to the angels, but Jace spoke again, "One way or another, Mr Morgenstern, your daughter is going to be under our protection."

I tried to speak with the angels, but something was blocking me. There was something off about Jace. I stood and said, "Come here."

He spun around, shock flashing across his face. He began walking towards me but stopped at the bottom of the steps leading up to my place in my father's court.

"Clarissa..." Father warned.

But I waved my hand and the gossamer curtains were pulled up by my hand maidens. I stepped out in a wave of steam and heat.

At the bottom of the steps Jace sank to his knees slowly, looking up at me in awe. I gathered my dress in one hand and walked down the steps until I was stood over him. I searched his face, his eyes his lips, memorising every aspect.

Surely not.

"Clarissa what is it?" Jonathan demanded from behind his chains.

I looked up at father as if he was the one who had spoken, "Would you be willing to cross the angels and please the demons. Or would you rather please the angels and anger the demons?"

Jace stood up; he was so tall that he was still higher than me. He ran a fingertip over the water condensed on my alabaster pale skin, as if making sure I was real. I glanced at him, and then paid full attention to Valentine, doing my best to ignore Jace as he wondered at me.

To be fair I wanted to wonder at him as well. Not once in my life had I considered the idea that there might be another like me, another blessed by the angels. My father told me I was unique, and I had believed him.

But here, stood in front of me, was another hybrid. One of three known to me now. There was Jace and I, who had angel blood. Then there was my brother, Jonathan, who had demon blood.

The chain curtains opened then, and Jonathan stepped out, his bare sculpted chest glistening like my skin. He looked furious, "You aren't going anywhere. I don't care what he is. Don't trust him."

I shook my head, "You don't understand."

And I did, now. Jace and I were two of a kind, and I could feel the force between us. Whatever the reasons behind the angels creating us it was clear we were made to be together. And I worked to do the angels bidding. I had to go with Jace, I had no other option.

I turned back to Father, who was watching silently, "The angels, they're asking me to go with him, to trust him."

Father scowled, "Would you trust him over your family? We can protect you; I won't let anybody hurt you. Would you do what he said over your own flesh and blood?"

I shook my head, "Of course not!" I cried. "But, Father, I would do what the angels ask of me over you. I'm sorry, I have no choice."

Jace's hand closed over my forearm, "We need to go."

I understood. The angels were yelling at me, the demons were almost here. I glanced at Jonathan, who was watching us with crossed arms. I backed away from him, not liking the look in his eye at all.

He turned around and started to move back to his seat, but he turned and said to me, "Clary, if you leave this court now, you shouldn't come back. If you leave this court now, I will answer the demons call and hunt you down. Do you understand?"

I glanced at father but I knew he was out of his depth. He may be able to decide the fates of anyone in his fair city, but when it came to angel and demon business, he had no say. He was just as worthy as a commoner to the angels.

I turned back to my brother as his chain curtains closed.

"I'm sorry," I told him. It was the only other sound in the Hall besides the small sounds of the chain metal as it gently swayed.

And then I left with the only other angel human hybrid in the world.

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