Jace sat on the end of his bed, his right arm outstretched with beautiful flames dancing between his fingertips. He had been trying this for hours, to get that same skill Magnus had when shooting flames out his body. So far it had ended badly… which was an understatement; really it had turned out terribly. Some of the incidents included the burning of Isabelle's vanity corner, a short explosion in the training room, and the most part of Church's fur to vanish. Also the small matter of Clara's eyebrows turning to ash when they kissed…
But it was an improvement at least! He could now control the flames with more skill, including his new ability to absorb the flames that went astray. This was Alec's favourite ability by far!
I mean come on, you burn down the roof once, just once, and suddenly it's all, "No Jace, you can't try to become the human torch!" Jace thought to himself. He was slowly getting the hang of cloaking his entire body in flames, much to the disapproval of Simon who claimed the light hurt his eyes, which of course was true, but Jace didn't care about small matters of vampires not liking fire and light. He had worries of his own, such as Sebastian. He didn't know how he would find him, but when he did he swore his hands would be the ones put him down. He hoped his use of the holy fire, running through his body, would help him in his quest to end the life of the demon boy himself Sebastian.
Sebastian unlike all other shadow hunters was different. He had a unique combination of blood inside him, the mundane blood everyone had, with the addition of some of Raziel's golden blood that shadow hunters owned, and the blood of a demon like warlocks possess. However most warlocks had the blood of lesser demons, not Lilith one of the strongest demons to ever exist, and didn't have their own personal army following them around. Well not to what Jace knew anyway, but the only warlock he personally knew was Magnus, who always was the kind to hide stuff. Like the time he had hid Jace's ice cream in the chandelier holder, or the time he had 'misplaced' Clary's stele in Alec's bedroom.
Jace was far lost in his thoughts when the door was blown from its hinges. He snapped out of his trance to look at the figure in the door way. The creature wore a long black coat, that flew behind him as he entered the room holding a small glowing blade, and a stele. Jace looked him up and down over and over to make sure he wasn't looking in a mirror. The man who stood before him was his spitting image, right down to the golden glowing eyes.
"Who… Who are you?" questioned Jace.
The man seemed to smile at this question before replying "My name? It is Will… Will Herondale."
Jace's eyes opened as far as humanly possible before he fainted. Silently falling in to the darkness that slowly engulfed his whole body, he remembered something he had been told long ago… Of his great granddad Will Herondale, the man who took on clockwork army with only a blood stained necklace, and reduced the army to shreds.