So this is my new story I'm starting...

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Jace watched helplessly from the floor as Sebastian roughly took Clary's upper arm into his hand, pulling her toward the center of the small stage they stood on. Sebastian's army of endarkened soldiers stood before him, their faces stoic and cold as they looked up at their leader. Clary thrashed her body around helplessly, trying anything to get out of her brother's grip. He laughed heartily and dug his fingers into her arm, causing her to hiss in pain.

"The less you fight, the smoother the transition will go, dear sister."

Sebastian smiled maliciously as he snapped his fingers, signaling for one of his henchmen to move towards him. The soldier held the Infernal Cup in both hands, a dark liquid swirling within it. He offered the cup to Sebastian, who gladly took it in one hand as the other still held Clary's writhing body. He turned towards his army, raising the cup above his head.

"My soldiers! Watch as your queen is reborn to be just like you all!"

His eyes turned towards Clary, her eyes now wide as she realized his plans. He let go of her arm, trusting her not to run as he held the cup out to her. "Drink from the cup, Clary, and become a stronger warrior than those weaklings called Nephilim. We can overpower them, take what is rightfully ours and put the world back into order. Join me, my queen."

Clary stared at him in surprise before narrowing her eyes, her normally warm features turning ice cold. "What makes you think I would ever want to join you? You're a monster, Sebastian. And I'll be damned before I take a sip from that cup."

"Now, Now Clarissa," Sebastian's voice was sharp as he took a step towards Clary, "I wouldn't fight back if I were you. You will drink from the cup, whether you are willing or not." Clary's eyes were stone cold as she stared at her brother, her hands curling into fists before uncurling again.

Jace tried to stand before falling down again, the runes on each of his legs immobilizing him. His wrists were bound with cuffs of fire as he was set up to hopelessly watch Clary fight Sebastian. His eyes rested on the girl he loved, watching her every move as her muscles twitched with anger.

Sebastian had almost gotten the cup up to Clary's lips before she swung her arm out, moving fast as she tried to swat the cup out of her brother's hands. However, he was faster as he caught her wrist mid-swing, a look of anger flashing across his features. He pulled Clary to his chest, looking down at her wide-eyed expression as he smiled angrily.

"I told you not to fight"

With that, Sebastian shoved the cup's rim between Clary's lips, tilting it backwards as the liquid poured into her mouth. Her eyes widened even further as tears fell down her cheeks. He pulled the cup away from her mouth, watching as a single drop of liquid ran down her chin. She tried to spit it back up, shoving her fingers down her throat before her knees fell out from under her. Her body crumpled onto the stage, her face looking towards Jace with a look of shock.

"Clary?" He whispered, barely believing what had just happened before him. Her eyes looked up at his face, softening ever so slightly at the sight of him. Her lips quirked up into a small smile as she spoke.

"I love you, Jace. Never forget that."

And then she was gone. Her normally green eyes were slowly growing black until her whole eye was an endless black pit. Her body lay still on the ground for a while, nothing but the slight rise and fall of her chest indicating that she was even alive.

Jace couldn't help but think that even though her body was still alive and well, the girl he loved had just died before his eyes.

That had been three months ago and Jace still watched the memory replay itself every night as he fell asleep.

After that night, Sebastian had planned the same fate for Jace, but after seeing the look on Jace's face, Sebastian knew he would never leave. Endarkened or not, Jace would never leave Clary alone with her brother.

So he stayed, traveling the world along side the duo as they began to perfect their plans for complete and utter domination of the Shadow world. Jace complied with each of their plans, following along on missions and hunts. He didn't want to admit it, but Clary was now an amazing warrior. Every hunt they went on, she managed to singlehandedly kill hoards of demons without letting a single curl escape from her tight ponytail. Her movements were always quick and precise, always hitting her target perfectly.

But that wasn't his Clary. His Clary was always clumsy, tripping over her own two feet. His Clary always wore jeans and sneakers; this Clary seemed to always wear hunting gear, even when she slept. His Clary always smiled and laughed, lighting up the room with her presence; this Clary only wore an expression of boredom, as if nothing interested her anymore.

It hurt to see her walking around, only to know that it wasn't really her. Sometimes he would wake up and hope that when he would see her, he would be welcomed with emerald eyes and a warm smile. The green eyes were still there, but they were no longer bright; dark green eyes, the outside of them lined with black, had replaced them.

But Jace still hadn't given up on her. He knew that his Clary was still in there; he just needed to coax her to come out and rise to the surface. He would get her back.

And it better happen fast, because he didn't know how much longer he could go without her.

So...That's the first chapter!

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I'll try to update at least once a week, but don't hold it against me if it takes awhile :/

-Madison