I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENT SERIES OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS, CASSANDRA CLARE DOES. I ONLY OWN THE CHARACTERS I CREATED AND THE PLOT I CAME UP WITH.
This is a story I started like 3 years ago, but since then I have decided to edit the fuck out it, because teenage me was a very different person. I am changing a lot of the components, while also trying to stay true to the original idea.
This story is AU but it is a nephilim story.
In this fic, my idea was that Clary grew up a shadowhunter and in the New York institute, along with the rest of her family, the Herondales, and of course the Lightwoods. Each family has a lot of members in it, because in this version the mortal cup was lost, leaving the nephilim race in need of rapid reproduction. (This is a background fact that won't be really talked about)
Also in this, Jocelyn didn't find out about Valentine's evil doings until after Clary was born, as he decided to hold off starting the war until his daughter was born.
Hopefully it all makes sense in the end.
***Side Notes: Seraphina is Clary for those who are confused. The story is only in Jocelyns POV for the first 2-3 chapters and then the gang will continue on with it after.***
On with the first chapter.
A long time ago...
It was a cold night in Idris, despite it being mid-september. Jocelyn Morgenstern was awoken by a loud cry. Her daughter Seraphina was 3 days shy of being one month old. Unfortunately this meant that it would be a long while before Jocelyn could have a long night's rest.
She wasn't used to it yet, the night-time wake up calls. Her first born, Jonathan, had never cried in the middle of the night, in fact, he never cried at all. It was quite unnerving for a baby to be so quiet, however it was hardly the strangest thing about her son.
Yawning, she rolled over to see her husband, Valentine, missing. Sighing, she made her way up and out of her bed to see what the fuss was this time. She quietly padded her way to the bright green nursery down the hall. Slipping inside, she walked to the crib where her daughter continued sobbing. After bending down and picking up the screaming girl, she heard the baby girls sobs lessen into tiny whimpers, her head nuzzling into Jocelyn's neck.
"There there, little one. It okay, see? You just wanted to be held, didn't you? Mommy is right here." She cooed into her daughters ear.
"Mother," she turned upon hearing her two year old boy walk into the nursery, "Is sissy okay?" He asked, his voice sounding light and filled with worry.
"It's alright, Jonny, she just wanted to be held." She kneeled down to her sons level.
With the baby still in her one arm, she held her other one out for her son. He walked towards her and latched onto her and she lifted him up. Immediately he nuzzled into the unoccupied part of her neck and drifted to sleep once more.
She moved her with her children back to her room, where she laid down, both now asleep in her arms.
After a few minutes of stroking her children's heads, she herself found sleep again.
Sleep didn't last long though, as she felt the bed dip on her husband side. She opened her eyes to see him, watching his family with an unidentifiable look in his black eyes.
"Where were you?" She questioned in a low-whisper.
"I was in the study." He said simply, taking his daughter in his arms, relieving his wife.
"Again? What are you working on?"
"Plans for the next raid." She knew he was lying, but decided not to push.
"Okay, well, goodnight." She said finally, re-adjusting her son and rolling away from the man beside her.
"Goodnight, my love." He said in a whisper.
She waited, waited until his breathing evened out, signaling that he was asleep. She turned back towards him and gazed at the sleeping baby in his arms, and then fixing here eyes on the little boy in hers.
"This is for them." She thought to herself.
Soundlessly, she removed her son from her arms and grabbed the stele from her nightstand. Carefully putting a silence rune on her arm, she crawled out of bed, to leave the room yet again.
Quickly making her way down the hall towards the stairs, she checked behind her to make sure her husband hadn't followed her. She past the staircase and walked into the bathroom close by. She stayed in there for a few minutes making sure that her husband, should he have followed her, wouldn't question it.
She left the bathroom silently, heading for the staircase once more and started down it, taking each step gently, before reaching the living room floor.
She knew he wasn't in the study every night, she went in there one night to bring him some tea and he was nowhere to be found. Later that night she heard horrible sounds coming from the basement when she was pouring the tea down the drain. Since then she had stopped trusting her husband completely, and was determined to get to the bottom of whatever he was doing in her home.
Quietly she walked down the next flight of stairs leading to the basement. Shouldering open the swinging door and walking inside the cold room. She turned on the lights and gasped as she took in the sight before her.
That's when her whole world changed.
That night she slipped back into bed after hours of her investigating. She laid down and Jonathan immediately nuzzled into her side and she fell into a restless sleep.
That morning, her husband informed her that he would be going on a two day hunt in Germany with Robert Lightwood, Stephen Herondale, and Michael Wayland. The perfect time for her to put her plan in action.
"You are welcome to tag along my dear." He said sweetly.
"No, that's alright, I-I think I will stay with the children." She stuttered out, trying to remain calm with the man before her.
"Are you alright, love?" He asked, putting a hand on her cheek.
"Just didn't sleep well last night, is all." She covered quickly.
"If you say so. Now, I must go and pack at once." He kissed her on the cheek and turned towards the staircase.
She craned her neck to hear the bedroom door close upstairs, when she heard a soft knock at her door.
Opening the door, she found Stephen Herondale, with a baby in his arms and spit-up on his shirt. Stephen and Jocelyn were both active members in Valentines rebellion group called 'The Circle'. He was Valentine's right hand man, Valentine trusted him probably more than he trusted Jocelyn.
Despite everything going on in her head, she laughed at the sight. Prompting the man she once considered a friend to look at her in confusion
She gestured to his clothes.
"By the angel, I was hoping I cleaned it all." He sighed.
"Come in, we'll get you cleaned up," she said, moving back to let him in. "Here, let me take him." She gestured towards the squirming bundle in his arms.
James Christian Herondale was only 8 months old. His mother, Celine Herondale, killed herself when pregnant with him for reasons unknown.
Jocelyn looked at the baby, finding that he looked normal enough. As did Seraphina. However, she could tell the deformity in her son- his black eyes. His father also had black eyes, but she could always tell those eyes did not come from Valentine, and finally she knew why.
"Thanks," Stephen said quietly, before he made his way to the kitchen, passing Jonathan in his high chair, "Hey buddy, how's it goin'?"
Instead of answering though, the toddler looked at the man and tilted his head, before turning back to his food.
"Well okay then."
"Don't take it personally, he's never been particularly chatty in the mornings." Jocelyn said, smiling at her baby boy.
"I guess it's fine then." The blonde huffed before turning to the sink.
After cleaning the spit up off of his shirt, he turned back to the red head. "Where is that husband of yours?"
At the mention of Valentine, Jocelyn stiffened visibly, trying to cover it up with a cough. But Stephen noticed.
"Jocelyn, is something wrong?" He asked in a low voice, his blue eyes filled with worry.
She said nothing, not trusting her voice as the memories of what she had seen last night flooded her mind. The way he spoke about their children, about Stephens son, about the experiments. Yes, yes something is very wrong.
"Did something happen? You can te-"
"I can't talk about this." She cut him off quietly.
That's when they heard the bedroom door upstairs shut and loud footsteps grew closer to the stairs signaling her husbands return.
"You're early." He grunted at Stephan.
"I came to tell you that I am not going to make it this weekend. James is sick, I don't feel comfortable leaving him." Stephan said to him.
"Really? What kind of sickness?'
"I think it's cold, a fever maybe. Either way-"
"Well, what are his symptoms?" Valentine inquired eagerly.
Jocelyn could swear she heard the gears in his head turning.
"Why does it matter, Val?" She said, even though she knew why he was curious.
He looked at her for a minute, taken aback by the question. "I supposed it doesn't." He said finally. "It's okay, Stephan, we will manage without you."
"Thanks. I best be going. Are you hunting as well, Jocelyn?" Stephan looked at her.
"No. I'm staying with my children as well. If you need anything, feel free to pop by."
"Okay, thank you." He said, a silent message going between their eyes.
We will continue this conversation later.
Hours after Valentine had left, Jocelyn was feeding Seraphina in the living room when she heard another knock at her door.
She knew it was Stephen before she even opened the door.
"We need to talk," he started as she opened the door, "but not here."
She nodded silently, grabbing her daughters diaper bag and her sons hand the four of them walked to Lightwood manor and knocked on the door.
A very pregnant Maryse Lightwood opened the door after a few minutes.
"Jocelyn, Stephen, what a lovely surprise!" She said happily.
Jocelyn and Maryse never used to be friends. Acquaintances, maybe, but never close. Jocelyn was always with Lucian and Maryse never seemed like the friendly type. After everything happened with Lucians death, Jocelyn found out she was pregnant again. She confided in Maryse first when she was 3 months along. When Maryse and Alexander were over and the two boys were playing in the living room, she told Maryse in a low voice in the kitchen while getting their children some apple juice. To her surprise, Maryse had told her that she might be pregnant as well. Since that day, the two women were bonded, the two shared everything from Pregnancy horror stories, to fighting techniques. They were almost as inseparable as Parabatais.
"May, could you watch my children for a bit, Stephan and I have something to take care of." She asked her friend.
"Of course. But where are your parents?" The black haired woman asked.
"Still in Ireland, they aren't coming for another two weeks." Jocelyn said.
"Oh, I could have sworn Val said they were coming back today." Maryse said confused.
"Well Val was wrong." Jocelyn said in a clipped voice.
"Is everything alright Josie?" Maryse asked.
"We will be back in two hours, if you need anything just send me a fire message." Jocelyn avoided answer the question. She didn't want to let Maryse in on what was going on yet.
"Okay, then I will see you later. Alec! Johnny's here!" She called to her son.
"Thanks May, I knew I could count on you." Jocelyn handed Maryse the baby, and turned to her son, "You be good for aunt May. I love you so much." She gave him a big hug.
"Okay we really must be going." Stephan said from behind her. " Later, Maryse.
They walked back to Fairchild manor and grabbed two horses from the stable, before Stephan took the lead. Finally they ended up in their destination. The Inquisitors House.
"Didn't you cut ties with your mother?" She asked Stephan.
"All will be explained when we get inside." He said ignoring her question.
They walked in the house and went into the living room.
"You might want to sit down." Stephan said to her as Imogen Herondale stepped into the sat down. "Will you tell me what's going on? Do you know something?" She asked panicked.
"Jocelyn, your husband is a very bad man." He said to her slowly. "I didn't realize until he asked me to divorce Amatis, but he isn't a trustworthy man, and he is planning something very terrible. He wants to build the perfect soldier and use them to take over the mundane world and kill all of the downworlders."
"I know." She said simply.
"You know?"
"Yes." She then proceeded to tell him everything she found out from the night before.
"Are you telling us that there is a real angel tied up in the basement of your house?" Stephan said.
She nodded.
"It's worse than I thought." Imogen said quietly. "I knew he was was experimenting on James and Seraphina but I had no idea about Jonathan. Jocelyn, I am so sorry. I can not imagine what you are going through."
"You need to get out of there." Stephan said.
"What? I can't just leave him. He will kill me." She said incredulously.
"He won't be able to find you." He said gently.
"He will. You know he will." She was shaking her head. "I have to protect my children, there is still hope for my son."
"We will do whatever we can to save his soul, and we will keep the three of you safe, but Jocelyn, this is too dangerous. Now that you know what you know, you can't stay there." He said.
"It's my house, Stephan." She said simply.
"Look, I am taking my son into hiding, deep hiding, I will be gone before Valentine's hunting trip is over, I am taking Amatis with me, should she forgive me, and I think you and the kids should come with us. We will keep you safe." He pleaded with her.
"I don't think it's a good idea, Stephan." She said, debating it.
"Josie, please come with us." A familiar voice said from behind her.
She gasped, and turned around. Tears forming in her eyes.
"Lucian."
Okay, what do y'all think?
I'm so excited to get into this again.
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Later.