HELLOOOOOO SCROTIE MCBOOGERBALLS IS BACK!

First of all, I want to apologize immensely for my absence. My old computer crashed with ALL my stories on it, and I had written SO much than what is already posted for my other stories that every time I tried to write again, I just didn't have the motivation or the inspiration. I had already gotten all my inspiration written down, and to rewrite it really hurt me. I was very upset I lost so much of what I had already written, that I had cried (and I rarely cry). I have definitely gotten back into the swing of things, I have been taking literature classes, as well as fiction writing classes in college to kind of help get my inspiration, and motivation back. Believe it or not, it helps to get rid of any writer's block, or anything that get's you unmotivated like what happened to me. When you have a Professor tell you something has to be turned in at a certain time, and it HAS to be done, or you FAIL you are more apt to get it done, than when you have all the time in the world.

So one other thing, I am sorry for this, but I have to be honest, some of my stories won't be continued because of ALL the information on them that I lost. HOWEVER, I am relieved to tell you that NOT ALL of them will be discontinued. Slut Year, and Post Pardon will be continued. With Slut Year, I might start over and rewrite it though. Before my computer crashed I DID come to a screeching halt with that story, and that halt is still here, so I think If I start over, make it better, start it from the beginning, I might find my path again with that story. I really don't want to give up on that story. I DID however, write more chapters for it BEFORE my computer crashed...uuugghhh so even though I had writer's block on that one, I still lost all the things I wrote for it.

Post Pardon will take a new turn. I wrote so many chapters before my computer crashed that I literally had no idea where to continue with it. I couldn't remember most of what I written, and I was REALLY proud of what I had written at the time as well. Sad. But I have gotten back into writing it again, and it looks like the plot might turn a bit into a new direction. When I update that one, I will give you guys an idea. My other stories will either go completely on hold, or be deleted. I really don't have any love for them, and to be honest, I think I forced myself to write them.

I won't be doing that anymore. I don't even know why I started them in the first place. :(

This story!? is ENTIRELY NEW! I've had this idea since I first left Fanfiction, but because I couldn't bring myself to write ANYTHING, so I had put it off until now. Forgive me, this is not entirely edited, I wanted to make an announcement, and I despise Author's Notes with no Chapter. No offense to those who do that, because I HAVE done that before, but I am trying like hell not to do that. I think I am going to start a Tumblr or something, that way you guys can follow me, and I can tell you there if, for whatever reason, I have to stop writing on this site, or if I have to take a break due to school, work, and social life. I'd rather tell you guys there, than post an athor's note here, with the disappointment of no chapter. I will try not to post Author's Notes without chapters. I can't promise it won't happen for sure, but I will at least try.

So if you want some background inspiration that came along with this new story, than I suggest you read the Author's Note in the end. Unless you don't care, which I don't care if you don't care, lol, just thought I'd share.

So this prologue is VERY dark near the end, so heath my Warning!

Bless the Child

Preface..

The air was overbearingly heavy. Clary found herself taking deep breaths, trying to keep her oxygen in her lungs. She glanced around her surroundings, not taking too long to before realizing she was in an old cabin in the middle of a forest. Creaks, and cracking noises filled her ears. This place was old, so old she feared it would topple down on top of her at any moment. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to gain some kind of warm, the attempt being only futile. With each breath she took, a cloud of mist left her lips. This was no ordinary cold, there wasn't any snow outside. Just her, the darkness of the cabin, and this numbing cold.

She moved further into the cabin, her voice calling for anyone near, asking if someone was around. She knew. This was one of those dreams, where she knew she was sleeping somewhere, and this was only images projected by her brain. But the situation she walked in made her curious. Where was she, why would she dream of such a dark malicious place? Something else was here with her, she could feel it, and it made her uneasy.

Maybe this wasn't a dream.

Of course elsewhere, she slept in her room, in Luke's house.

But this was no ordinary dream. Something brought her here, and it made her bones tremble within her flesh.

Then there was something else that told her that she needed to see this, whatever this was. It was important, informational. She needed it to bring her friends and family peace. For her and Jace to finally move on, live a normal a life.

Perhaps, not so normal, but more normal than this.

The further into the cabin she descended, the darkness wasn't so thick. She could see things that hung on the walls. Photographs, knick-knacks of carousels, and horses. Little blonde girls smiled widely at the camera for such beautiful pictures. This home use to belong to a family. This was not always a malevolent place, or maybe it was. Clary looked at the photographs noticing a happy family. They images ranged as the children became older, and she noticed the smiles eventually faded, until there was nothing left.

A teddy-bear lay by the fireside, tarnished, slightly burnt, and lonely. What had happened here? She bent down to dig through the ashes, finding small old toys, this place must've fallen apart ages ago. These toys were from possibly the 70s or 60s. Tears swelled behind Clary's eyes as she hugged the teddy close to her chest.

Poor children, something evil came and destroyed them.

Clary was a Shadowhunter, and she knew very well what kind of evil had done this. When she glanced up, she realized the path of the old flames traveled along the walls, the furniture and the floor. What kind of demon could have done this? They usually leave behind a mess, not a broken glass of dead memories, and disturbed faces. She remembered her apartment, when the Ravener attacked her. The deep claws that penetrated the walls, and the floor. The spots and large puddles of blood. The obvious sign of a struggle, and possibly death. The memory of her heart falling to the pit of her stomach when seeing the blood. When her mother was nowhere to be found. When she called out "Mommy!?" when she hadn't called her mother that since she was 8 years old.

Suddenly a vile smell intruded her nostrils, she gasped and nearly choked. It was the smell of rotten meat. She stood up quickly, still holding the stuffed toy in her pale freckled hand. She made her way slowly around the bend of the house, coming to the kitchen, where blotches of fire spread about the room, lighting her way through the darkness, only revealing the immoral site before her.

"Hello, sister" He grinned, and she felt a gust of wind the very moment she flashed it at her. She shivered, but fought it, she would not allow her brother to feel she was afraid of him. Most likely she never was, to her he was lost, lonely little boy who never had a chance. But now… something about him terrified her. The way his eyes were darker than usual, the way the smell made her stomach toss and turn. Something else was happening. "This home belonged to the Fox's. A human family, more less."

Clary looked around again, noting again, the thickness in the air, and the feeling someone else, or something was there. Besides her demonic brother of course.

"They had fallen into a trap, without even knowing," His smooth voice traveled through the air, locking on to her skin, as it twitched with each word. "Humans tend to do that quite frequently. They are incredibly interested in the unknown… well…." He chuckled. "What is unknown to them…. And yet…. Are increasingly afraid of it. They play with séances, Ouija boards, summoning spells… things they have absolutely no knowledge of what the fuck they're doing. So what happens…?" His voice lingers in the air, while Clary shivers beneath his gaze.

"They invite something in. Not ordinary demons, the ones you and Jace encounter, these are far worse… they do things that are far more worse… than that of eating you, clawing at you… these demons destroy and kill your soul. They consume your entire life, sucking the energy clear from your body. They aren't stupid, Clarissa." He laughed. "They know while humans want to believe in fairytales, they also think it's a silly fantasies of a child's mind. Anyone who claims they saw a demon…" he mocked the word, the way a mundane atheist would. "They would be thrown into a madhouse… so they live for the rest of their lives… listening to the voices of Hell whispering at their ears. While nobody else can see them, or hear them. It's like being trapped in the middle of the woods, in the dark, with no one to come find you…." He smirked. "That's what happened to this family… what's still happening to them… a teenage boy and his friend thought it would be fun to play with a Ouija Board, perhaps contact a long lost friend, but instead they got a new friend, that never… wanted…. to…. leave."

"What am I doing here?" She demanded through gritted teeth, partly from anger, the other part from the cold.

"You have something I want." He sneered, and she took a step back. "Besides you of course, my dear."

"What are you talking about?! She growled. I have nothing you could possibly want. Other than myself, which I will never let you have!" She gripped herself tighter, feeling the cold bite her like insects crawling on her skin. He only smiled at her words.

"Oh… I will have you, one way or another. You and your precious Angel Boy. But you're wrong, Sister." She approached her, she stood still, not wanting to show her fear. His hand reached out, and touched a curl, that blew from the wind that came from nowhere. "You do have something else that I want, that I need. You just don't know it yet." He stopped and looked at her, deep into her green orbs, like they washed away, for only a moment, his sanity. "I can't believe I never thought of it before. It's brilliant!" He laughed maniacally before turning around and walking to the stove.

"Tell me what it is!" She demanded, taking two steps closer.

Jonathan put his hand on the handle of the stove, his eyes so dark, they ripped through her soul. Why was he so frightening? What was it?

"Why my dear sister, if I told you, what would be the fun in that?" He ripped open the old stove, it creaked and screeched as it fell, revealing something cooking inside, but she could not see. She locked eyes with Jonathan, he jerked his head in his own direction, beckoning her to him. Despite her fear, her curiosity got to her, and so she walked.

Each step made her body feel heavier, colder, yet hotter. Her sweat pants collecting the blood that smeared the linoleum on the floor, almost making her slip. She fought the urge for tears, and shaking sobs. She still stubbornly would not let him see that he has succeeded in scaring her. The blood, came from somewhere, but whom? The family in the photos? Clary finally was standing next to Jonathan, whose smile only widened, she glanced towards the stove, than back. The fire reflected in his eyes, almost like seeing Hell hidden beneath his outer shell.

"How do I know you won't push me in?" She said. He smiled.

"Clever girl, but that sort of ending is only for wicked witch who eats children. We both know that you don't eat children, do we?" Clary just stared into his eyes, not willing to trust him. "Fine, I will stand back, and watch." He began backing away. "I've always loved to watch anyways." He stood across the room from her. Watching her from the old, dusty dining room table.

She looked back at the oven again, and slowly bent down. Something in the back of her mind was screaming not to look. That it was something that she didn't want to see. Wake up, wake up! She could hear a voice that sounded close to her own. You don't want to see this, wake up before you do! But it was like she had no control over her choices, her body slowly bent down, eventually bending her knees until she was looking straight into the dark over, the foul smell, becoming hard to bear. Once the smoke cleared she saw a small figure inside… she gasped

Her screams echoed through the house, like she had fallen down a tunnel. An inhumane voice laughed back at her, from all around her. The infant's skin was burnt through to the bone, the flesh dripped down into the grease trap, and remnants of what might have been a blanket, fluttered away into the air.

Tears rushed down her face, as she screamed and grabbed hold of the dead child. Almost begging for it to be alive. While this was only a dream, and the child was not real, Clary's heart had shattered as she cradled the baby corpse in her arms.

"How could you!?" She screamed. "How you could you kill a baby in such an awful way!?" She squeezed, hoping to bring her own life into the child, rocking back and forth, her white tank top now soaked in blood. She dared herself to look down at its face, it had obviously died while screaming for its life, while it roasted away in the oven. Tears soaked the child's face, while she held it close.

"At least you're with God, and not in pain." She whispered to it.

THERE IS NO GOD HERE!

The in humane voice returned, she could almost see its face in the window above the sink, its dark features, and teeth bared at her. He laughed, while she suffered for the innocent child.

A cold hand caressed her shoulder.

"They are easily expendable." Jonathan whispered in her ear.

And suddenly rage ran through her, an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness for the child filled her until it boiled over. She turned on him, and wrapped her fingers around his throat, forgetting that it was a dream, forgetting that Jonathan was not really here. She tried to strangle him, to choke the life out of him.

"DIE!" She screamed, while the voices laughed again.

~0~

She sprang from her bed, screaming, and shaking from sobs. She was thankful to be gone from that horrible nightmare. She trembled and shook with sobs. As she sprang from her bed, rushing to be dressed. She needed Jace, right now, she just felt she needed him more than anyone. Her mother, tensed at the very sound of her evil son's name. Luke was silent for her mother's sake. Simon just wouldn't understand, but Jace would. She needed him.

She rushed down the stairs, ignoring the concerned voices from her parents, as she ran out the door. Finding an alley, and drawing a portal, she didn't want to waste time getting there. For some reason the Institute seemed farther away than usual. Despite the fact she had portaled to only a few blocks away, in another alley. She rushed past people, eliciting dirty looks, and "Watch outs!" and "Do you minds!" She rushed up those family marble stairs that had once been strange to her. Now it felt more like home, than it did with her mother.

Almost there. She thought.

As she arrived at the door, not even finishing her words when citing "In the name of the Angel-" the door burst open, almost as if the Angels above knew of her distress, and wanted her to reach Jace just as quickly as she did. She rushed through the familiar room with the rug on the floor, with the image of Raziel staring up at those who enter. Clary practically jumped into the elevator, hysterically pushing the button to go "Up". She may end up breaking it, but she had no care whether she did or not.

At arriving at the top, she nearly ran over Isabelle.
"Clary!?" Izzy, grabbed her, trying to calm her down. "What is wrong!?"
"I need Jace!" Clary sobbed, trying to break free from Isabelle.
"Okay, I'll take you to him, but you have to calm do-" but Clary pushed Izzy back and ran down one of the hallways. In her panicked and scared trance, she didn't even think about if Izzy knew where he was. She went straight to the infirmary, thinking he may still be there after recovering from the Heavenly Fire, but he wasn't she ran back down the hallways towards his room.

Isabelle slammed through the training room, interrupting what looked like an Argument between her two brothers. Alec was picking up pieces of his new expensive iPhone 5s, while Jace stood above him, looking amused, but also a hardness existed behind his eyes. When they made contact with Izzy, they suddenly switched to being concerned, his mouth parting, as he started to meet her half way as she jogged towards them.

"Clary's here- what's going on?"

"Jace broke my fucking phone!" Alec shrieked, practically staring at his phone the same way he watched their brother depart into the next life during his funeral.

"Why!?" Isabelle asked. "Jace, that thing cost like $400!"

"Exactly!" Alec yelled.

"I was doing what a best friend should." Jace rolled his eyes. "Keeping him from pathetically calling his exboyfriend, and hanging up." Jace put emphasis on the ex.

"He has a point, Alec." Isabelle sighed.

"So he can break my $400 dollar phone?" Suddenly Isabelle remembered the price of the phone, and shook her head as if to shake back the memory.

"Yeah what gives!? – nevermind- more important things are happening!" She shook her head. "Clary's here, and she's freaking out!"

"What!?" Jace's eyes bulged. "Why!?"

"I don't know she won't tell me, she just said she needed you. She was hysterical, Jace!" She didn't even finish her sentence, before Jace was rushing out of the training room. Just when he crossed through the doors, he saw Clary's figure rush by, he quickly shot out, grabbing her arm. This startled her, and she whipped around, smacking him, and punching his chest. Despite her lacking in training, it actually hurt, not enough to knock him out of his whim, but enough for him to feel it tomorrow. He groaned in response, but kept his cool, as he attempted to calm his girlfriend down.

"Clary, calm down!" He shouted. "It's just me, it's alright!"

Clary, finally let her eyes, focus, then let herself fall against him, her eyes soaking his shirt as he body racked with sobs and her arms squeezed him tightly. Jace brought his hands up to her hair, running his fingers through it, while she sobbed against him.

"It was horrible." She cried.

"What was horrible?" Jace asked, but didn't get an answer. He finally pulled back from her, at first she didn't want to budge, she gripped his shirt tightly, nearly ripping it. He looked into her water soaked eyes.

"Clary you have to tell me what's wrong. What happened? I can't help you unless you tell me!"

Alec and Isabelle stood behind them, watching them closely, with worried eyes. Waiting for her answer.

"Jonathan…"

Background information:

The inspiration of this story is based on true events.

The family and this house is based off a real family. When my mother was a teenager, one of her best friend's (Who is now my Aunt because she married into our family) brother purchased a Ouija Board with his best friend. They thought they'd contact an old friend who died in a car accident not long before, and they thought they were talking to her... it wasn't her in the Ouija Board. My mother asked it to spell their friend's name... and it spelled it wrong. My mother continued to call it a liar, and you know what it wrote back? "FUck YoU BiTch DIE!" My mother kept on demanding its name, and it just kept repeating "Nancy, Nancy, Nancy." Still spelling it wrong, by the way. and it would just start counting 123456 123456 123456, and finally it said its name was ZENO. Well, it took a lot of research on my part, at first I thought maybe it just lied about its name, but then I finally found it, only spelt different. It's called the Demon of Deception (lies obviously) Fucked up, huh? So... her family was never the same after that, her brother went crazy, and ended up in a mental institution, trust me, before this he was normal. Her father went nuts, walking aimlessesly up and down the streets until he wandered to the train tracks and got hit. My Aunt has refused to speak about the Ouija Board and the Demon for years, well, not too long ago she's been diagnosed with Cancer, don't worry, it's actually not that bad, they can take care of it. But she confessed to my mother that there was always something in their house. when she was little somthing grabbed her from within her closet, and she screamed and screamed until it let her go. She said eventually her parents let her sleep in her sister's room.

The burnt Baby... also based on a true story. My grandfather used to be a Fireman, and one night he got a call to a house. Apparently this women tried to cook her baby. She even put it in a pan with water and potatos. She walked out of her apartment, and took a walk, her neighbors smelt smoke and burning flesh and called. And they pulled the baby out of the oven. It was the most horrifying stories I ever heard. She woman showed up back at her apartment and they arrested her...

So yeah, creepy, huh?

The ONLY thing about this series I wish were different were the Demons. I wish they were somehow darker, scarier. I have been told some insane stories of Demonic entities, and even watch those crazy shows on the Discovery channel, and I wish CC would express the darkest part of that, instead of making it seem more like an... action book? But that's just my opinion, I am a HUGE horror film fanatic, so that's why I wish this series was a little scarier in some way. So that's what I am attempting with this story, a continueation from City Of Lost Souls, but in MY style. This is NOT titled Heavenly Fire as you already noticed, and there's a reaosn for it. You wanna know? Keep reading...