This is a continuation of Lilly13245's fan fiction of City of Heavenly Fire. If you have not read it, you will not understand what is happening. (Read it!)

Summary: Clary has been kidnapped by her evil, diabolical brother Sebastian. Will she ever make it home? Will Sebastian succeed at his attempts? Will Clary's family save Clary? Will they die trying? Find out in this City of Heavenly Fire fan fiction.

Chapter 7:

Isabelle was freezing, she remembered the last time she had done this, searching for help from the Seelie Queen. The water was like ice crystals, goose bumps formed all over her body. She turned to Simon, hating the fact he could not feel the chill of the pond. She was miserable about the fact her designer leather boots we're getting soaked. "Izzy, you okay over there?" Simon asked Isabelle, she shot him a glare, as if to say: "Do you know how damn cold this water is?" Simon definitely got it, he just turned back to walking in the rib cage high water. Isabelle chattered her teeth unwillingly, the water was so cold it started to hurt. She hadn't remembered it feeling like she was on the tip of a mountain in Antarctica. Isabelle stopped. Just in front of her, the reflection of the moon glimmered atop the water. Jace was up ahead, always the first at everything. He stepped into the reflection of the moon and vanished. She had always like the way that had happened, like you dissipated into the air. "I still can't get over that." Simon inserted. Isabelle couldn't help but crack a smile, she loved the way Simon could say the funniest things at the worst of times. She stepped in after Jace, the darkness swallowing her up.


Clary just wished the torture would end. It had been four days since her sociopathic brother had captured and brought her into this hell hole. There was barely any hope left inside her. Maybe she should just give up. Her thoughts had broken off when the demon walked into the cellar, she was curled up into a ball. Her arms, legs, stomach, and face cut and bruised, and her back scarred from the whips Sebastian used on her. "Hey baby sis. How ya' holding up?" He spoke with a snarl. Clary couldn't look at him. Not once more. 'Was he joking when he said that?' she thought. "LOOK AT ME!" He screamed. Instantly Clary's head shot up, her eyes glossy and red. "Better. So, are you ready to give in?" Sebastian knelt by her side, stroking her messy, red curls. Clary hesitated, maybe Sebastian would treat her slightly better if she obeyed him. Was she really going to do this? "Yes." She said through a parched throat. "Yes I am." It was if she couldn't control the words fumbling out her mouth. Sebastian smiled a diabolical smile and she saw in his eyes, that he actually looked delighted. "Finally." He spoke. Clary was still repulsed by the sight of him. Sebastian stood, opening the chains that squeezed Clary's ankles, chafing her skin and leaving them red. Clary's was astonished he freed her so quickly without hesitation, but there was no reason to run. No, there we're plenty of reasons for her to run, it was the fact she could not run. She had plenty of infected cuts on her legs, basically immobilizing her. Sebastian pulled out his stele from his back pocket, tracing iratzes on every single wound on her bare skin. She didn't find it has a kind gesture, because she had plenty of scars of them from when he would make her numb every night. "There, your all set. Come with me." Sebastian pulled her up. All her cuts closing together, the feeling was relieving. She walked slowly by his side, her mind was basically in a state of shock, the things he'd done to her was to much to handle. He brought her into a grand room, it was breathtaking. The walls a sheer golden, as the floor. A king sized, light wooden bed covered in white sheets lay in the middle of the room. Art was everywhere, from the dresser to the walls. "The dresser, it has clothes. Take a shower. Change." Sebastian nudged her into the room. Clary heard the door click shut behind him. It was if he was giving her an escape way. A large window was right beside the tall dresser. Clary instantly moved towards it.