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The mortal instruments series belongs to Cassandra Clare.

Prologue

111 years ago...

My name is Jonathon Shadow hunter and at the moment I am galloping on my horse Tristan, with the wind in my chestnut hair I felt as though I were flying. Riding was one of my favourite things to do, but today I was on a mission and as of five days ago riding no longer held any amusement for me.

The town's elders had nominated me for this specific task, I am the best fighter therefore I am expected to protect my people I am always the one who would be sent on the dangerous missions. Secretly I would rather settle down, tend to my farm and have a family, but now my dreams had become void when five days ago my new wife had been ripped apart by those infernal beasts.

I had been caught off guard putting up a new fence around the paddock I had heard my wife scream followed by the sound of tearing flesh. I sounded his horn to call for aid but before it could arrive my wife had perished, I would never forget the look on her face, her eyes wide with fear her throat torn out and half her stomach hanging out of her body.

The demons were seen running, or more precisely jumping, away at frightening speed, the jump was at least 60 feet in the air and I was thankful I only saw them from the back. They had ridges sticking out of their backs that would suggest they once had wings, their legs and arms elongated and their hands were claw like with talons as long as swords and the smell oh the smell was like rotting flesh. As they sped away he wondered if they could hear him screaming his beloved s name.

"Jonathon"

I was brought out of his reverie by my best friend and right hand Paul Livingston. I and Paul had grown up together and he was a sound fighter and something of a ladies' man with his light brown hair and green eyes. Paul was a well muscled man and always had a way of making me smile which was why, in my grieving period, I was glad to have Paul by my side.

"We must, make haste. The warlock insists we get to the lake. He has foreseen the prince of hell is on his way, he knows of our theft!"

He was grinning the like the idea of taking on a greater demon would be a wonderful end to the day.

"Why don't you ride on ahead if we are slowing you down perhaps you'll catch Lucifer with him!"

Paul was always far too eager for battle the idea of death in battle was to him the highest honour. I however am slightly more cautious quick to protect the innocent then heading straight for the demons; I do not believe there is valour in senseless death.

"Lucifer would need to summon hells own army to defeat the great knight Paul Livingstone, you'd think they weren't even trying, we are almost halfway there and not a single sign of a beast".

"Perhaps the warlocks losing his sight". He whispered to me conspiratorially.

"I heard that" a voice from behind us exclaimed.

Solomon Jay had come to us the morning after my wife's death with his sympathies and a bold idea of combating the growing demon problem for somehow in the last few years they had been growing in vast numbers. He proclaimed that he had recently acquired a summoning spell one, which if used correctly, could summon angels.

I had been suspicious and doubtful of this and Paul had snorted outright but he promised if it worked that they could ask one of the seraphim, the highest choir of angels, for aid. It was common knowledge that guardian angels are supposed to watch and give aid to humans but apparently they had more important things to do, because for the past few years no one had seen hide nor hair of them.

But with nothing to lose and wishing to prevent more tragic deaths I had agreed along with twenty of England's best knights to protect Solomon. We had asked where he had gotten this miraculous spell but he had answered nervously out of character for him murmuring that he had gotten it from a friend.

Whomever he took it from was currently a servant for the prince of hell and was apparently responsible for summoning the demons that attacked my wife. After I had described the demons to Solomon he nodded "there have been reports of them in Europe it appears they cannot be killed, they are direct servants of the prince", as he consoled me, "they are stronger and faster than any demon I have come across, there is nothing you could have done".

"I bet he nicked it from an angry ex" Paul had snickered

. Once Paul had heard that it was likely the prince of hell would want the spell back and would send his worst assassins to reclaim it he immediately signed on. So now we were at full gallop across the beautiful lush green scenery of France on their way to Lake Lyn. They had stuck to the forests for cover but once nearing the lake had to travel across open field the knights stuck close to Solomon for if they lost him it would be a wasted journey.

Paul Pov

"Nothing like a nighttimes ride on a stallion to make you appreciate walking".

I hated horses when I was first taught to ride one it had given me an evil glare as I mounted. Within a few minutes it had thrown me off, stupid animal, it was probably some kind of demon horse otherwise it would never have got the better of me. Jonathon chuckled next to me he had insisted it was a pony and my younger sister had no problem riding him, he wouldn't let it go.

15 years later he still smirked at me whenever we had a long journey anytime we rode at a gallop I winced I would rather walk 10 days than ride 3.

"I could have portalled us there but that would mean passing up a chance to see you squeal", Solomon laughed

"I have never lost a fight I will not be outdone by a walking excuse for travel" I moaned.

I shot him a glare twitching my sword just wishing he would give me a reason to brawl with him. I had fought all downworlders except warlocks I'm pretty sure if he didn't cheat and use magic I could beat him. I saw Jonathon shake his head as if he could read my thoughts he always was the cautious one.

Where I would charge into battle he would hang back to assess the situation where I would hang a sign above my door stating 'women beware' he would court like a perfect gentleman, my parents had assumed if we trained together he would knock some sense into me it's safe to say he failed dismally.

Most of the knights were uneasy around Solomon, I heard him try to strike up conversation with them, and who could blame them with incessant demon attacks it was understandable not to like half demon beings. I didn't feel that way, a man cannot help how he is born whether a farmer like Jonathon's parents or a blacksmiths like myself. I also know that Solomon was trustworthy.

After Jonathon's parents were killed in a demon raid Solomon had stayed with him taking care of him till he was of age and rushing to see him when hearing of his wife's death made him trustworthy in my eyes, though the knights didn't voice their opinions acting as a guard to Solomon which I secretly appreciated.

We were now nearing Lake Lyn and I felt uneasy. Solomon was sure that the prince of hell would be adamant about getting the spell back and was sure he would figure out their plan, yet no beast had made themselves known. If I had heard Solomon's plan of summoning an angel a few years ago without the endless amount of demons I would have thought he had finally cracked but here we were about to summon a pixie with bird wings to give us sparkly fighting abilities. If a demon didn't show up soon I am going to walk to the nearest tavern and get roaring drunk.

Solomon Pov

Our horses slowed as we neared the lake I jumped off giddy with excitement once I first spotted the spell I couldn't believe what I was reading a spell to actually summon the servants of god ooh if the church fathers could see me now, actually I rather they didn't they would probably throw holy water at me and scream hail Mary for attempting such a thing.

The lack of demons unnerved me the dream/vision I had the previous night showed the prince would be here waiting in shadow I hoped I was wrong I don't fancy going head to head with a greater demon unlike Paul who would laugh and charge at him even if he didn't have a weapon.

The other knights approached their horses' hooves pounding on the sandbank as they dropped down to join me. Suddenly there was movement in the trees the knights quickly stood to attention and Paul whispered "finally" and grinned then a flock of birds exited the trees the knights breathed easy I chuckled at the twitchy humans "damn" Paul exclaimed and went to sulk by his horse then realising he had stepped too close to his dreaded enemy went to sit by the willow tree next to the lake.

I took a deep breath and approached the lake taking out my scroll with slightly shaking hands Jonathon put a hand on my back and gave me a nod I was heartened and it gave me strength.

"Right I shall need a sword", I told them.

"A sword!" Paul exclaimed "can't you just chant and jump then sing or something".

Oh naive child thinking magic was fairytales and adventure. "This isn't Sunday mass you fool this is a deeply magical ritual" I answered him.

As Paul was about to angrily answer back one of the knights came forward Christopher Rainwater

"Here" he murmured I nodded my thanks "Its heavy", I told him, "it belonged to my father the best blacksmith in England forged this, a wedding present to me and my Emma". He shot his wife an adoring look of love I noticed in my periphery Jonathon wincing probably remembering he would never look that way again, I wasn't particularly pleased either Paul wasn't far off when he stated I stole this spell from an angry ex.

Speaking of Paul he looked even angrier than before probably Christopher stating his father was a better blacksmiths than Pauls. He also knew that the Rainwaters were plotting to get Jonathon to marry their just come of age daughter he murmured a thank you to them annoyed that they would probably get their way considering Jonathon would be expected to carry on his family line. I walked to the edge started chanting in Aramaic and threw the sword in unaware that I was being watched.

Rachel Kayne Pov

I watched my former lover thrust a sword into the lake and start the chant of the summoning spell MY summoning spell. It had been 7 days since Solomon came to see me he had gotten through the wards on my Normandy home I had been surprised ,yet he always was powerful a good match for me now he lowers himself to helping humans.

Oh how I hate humans disgusting mammals that would no sooner kill one of their own kind over livestock yet I have grudgingly accepted that they could be brave or as I saw it give in to their astounding stupidity. My father had been human had being the operative word. for the first 8 years of my life he had locked me in the cellar, keeping his dirty little secret hidden away, but one day after having spent weeks picking the lock I had set myself free sneaking up on my father's sleeping figure in front of the fire a cup of ale in his hand and sent a bolt of lightning at him.

Really I had been doing him a favour most people wished to die in their sleep not that I owed him anything but it was repayment for giving me life. After living rough on the sides of roads I had met Solomon 3 years later he told me he was also a warlock but had never met his parents he had been raised by humans and had taught me not to fear them for they didn't know any better.

Easy for him to say his adopted parents had loved him but I came to respect him as his apprentice, when I turned 18 I had come downstairs my long blue hair flowing and he had gawped at me I had grown into quite a beauty and he had finally took notice three months later they were very much in love I had moved into his room, even though he was a deeply religious man that didn't stop us fornicating before marriage.

One day I had been out working on a spell by the river I had summoned pure white doves I wondered if I tweaked the spell and used a more vast form of water I could summon some other greater form of pure goodness, I rushed home to tell my beloved but had heard moans coming from our bedroom a female suddenly screamed in ecstasy and I had run up the stairs thinking some couple had broken in but what I found was the love of my life in the arms of one of the fae

"Whom is this my dear" the fae had asked him he looked at me rather dazed. I gave a heart wrenching sob and had ran from the room I had run for weeks when HE found me, my master, and my prince.

He had listened to my story and had sympathised telling me that he had been betrayed also and that though he was a demon he could still feel emotions. He had seen me cast spells and had been watching me for a while he encouraged my summoning spells until finally I had it down.

With him as witness I had summoned one of the guardian angels my master then started to carry out his plans with the angels and though I was mildly repulsed I had put my feelings aside for he had promised to introduce me to my demon mother. I had wanted to meet her for a while she had to be an improvement on my father.

As I watched my former lover increase his chants I admired how his mousy hair shone in the sunset I remembered how I had tugged on it wrapped in bliss now I longed to yank it out. He had come to me 7 days ago to explain his actions I should had known something was up he had tried to explain what happened with the fairy that he didn't realise what he was doing that -

"she must have slipped me something "he pleaded I had left the room to calm myself or I might have done something stupid as much as I hated him I couldn't kill him ,only to come back into the room to find my spell gone.

I had sobbingly confessed to my master what had happened but he had been patient and had sent me with his newly made demons to keep Solomon from doing what he doing at this moment.

"Mistress "the demon hissed "we cannot let them summon the slave of heaven"; interesting choice of words I thought I looked at the demon to answer him his origins were my fault I had helped create this abomination.

"Yes we should move" I answered. Moving forward with three demons at my heal to make sure my masters plan was not destroyed.

Jonathon Pov

I watched as the now sun setting sky once again lit up it was a sight to be seen the water from the lake began to rise and a bright figure rose up I had to squint but could make out his iridescent wings as he stepped forward. The knights and Solomon immediately bowed down, a voice then filled my head and I knew it was coming from the seraphim angel.

"Why have you summoned me humans, child of Lilith?" his voice was soothing and calm yet curious, Solomon was staring at the angel in reverence with his mouth a gape to my left Paul looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head knowing they probably were not capable of speaking for a while I decided to speak up.

"Great angel we implore you, we have a vision of a world where there are no demons, where children are free to grow without terror and wives" my breath hitched "are free to protect them and teach them in safety, and men are able to take care of their families, the human race flourishing a heaven on earth free of the taint of hell"

. I now got the courage to look into the angels face. "We beg of you great angel give us the strength to beat back the demonic threat and save this world from invasion and destruction".

The angel's calm face softened before he spoke

"Your heart is pure my son, my name is Raziel and I shall help you, my blood has the power to grant you strength and speed to match the demons in combat, although take heed if I am to grant you these gifts your fellow weaker humans must not know of your existence".

"Beyond the hills behind me you must take your people and keep amongst yourselves for your children and their children will also share in these gifts".

"With my blood you and your knights "he nod his head in acknowledgement of them "will become the children of the angels Nephelim".

He then proceeded to pull a book out of thin air, "This is the book of Gramarye it contains the language of heaven you will use these runes on your skin to help with your lives as the warriors of heaven".

He now looked to Solomon with a slight smile probably at the look on his face he looked like he had just been given a present from the pope.

"This is the book of white; this will aid you in protecting the holy land of the Nephelim and increase your power to combat the demons".

His face now became grave, "the summoning spell you have acquired child of Lilith must not leave the hands of the nephelim, and must never again be used lest in a dire emergency".

"Don't worry" a female voice proclaimed from the right "I'll take good care of it considering it's mine!"

A beautiful young woman stepped forward with long blue hair and black eyes with a big smile on her face she didn't look more than 20 years of age yet she held herself with a confidence suggesting she was much older.

"Rachel" Solomon stood up in shock; he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Only when she turned to her side did I notice she was flanked by the demons that had killed my wife the ones Solomon proclaimed had not yet been killed because of their superior strength and speed. I immediately stood up in a wave of fury, how dare they come here, I took up a fighting stance, peering at them in disgust the angel however looked at the beasts in mourning almost as if he knew them.

Before I could blink the demons jumped high up in the sky and descended talons first onto the knights, I turned quickly to Paul as the knights drew their swords and began to battle the beasts, Paul unlike usual stood there with his mouth hanging open as if realising he wasn't going to wake up from a nightmare but stuck in reality.

I remembered this would be the first time Paul had seen these particular demons "No, no, no," he whispered and by some miracle I could hear him over the yells and screeching.

"Paul your sword" I all but screamed at him while watching the knights slide out the way as the demons kept jumping up and descending on them and slicing off their flesh, at the sound of my voice he seemed to snap out of it and charge towards the demons but the look of fear did not leave his face.

I went to join him but I felt the angel grab me with one hand in the other he held a cup with jewels on he had sliced his hand and was dripping his blood into the cup,

"Give me your hand shadow hunter" mesmerised I did as he asked he produced a dagger and sliced my hand and held it over the cup as red liquid from my hand trickled in, I looked to the knights Solomon wasn't exaggerating they had sliced some of the demon flesh but they were still going strong as one backhanded one of the knights he flew across the sand and didn't get up again four of his brothers already laid slain. I was brought back to attention by the angel

"Drink my son" he asked as I turned to the cup and sipped, it tasted metallic and thick yet as it made its way down my throat I began to shake my muscles convulsing as this happened had a thought silently thanking myself that I had brought the best knights from England because a weaker man would have not survived this.

As it passed I stood feeling different stronger, swifter, lighter just as the angel Raziel promised

"Bring the other knights quickly, they must drink!" He handed me a sword the blade looked like ice "you must call on the names of the angels to activate the blade for these beasts were once guardian angels ripped from heaven by the prince of hell, only these seraph blades can defeat them".

"Uzziel" he spoke and the blade glowed, and as if the demon recognised his former name it turned toward me, newly reenergised I ran at it with everything I had.

Vaguely I noticed to my side Solomon battling/pleading with Rachel they were throwing bolts of lightning at each other

"Rachel don't do this, please let me explain, look at what you've help create, these beasts will turn on you!"

"It's too late Solomon go back to your fairy whore I have a new master now, someone I can trust he's all I have", throwing another bolt at him.

He threw one back and it clashed in mid air creating an explosion knocking everyone in the vicinity on the ground except for the angel which was a blessing in disguise as it allowed the knight's time to drink from the cup.

Paul and Christopher were also given blades recognised as the best remaining fighters and were named for the poor fallen angels ripped from their home and turned into demons "Ramiel" the angel called "Harut" he finished the two beasts turned and fought viciously with the knights.

After the demons were finally slain only ten knights remained with a cry of rage Rachel ran no one bothered to follow her, she had failed, and she would crawl back to her master.

As I turned to thank the angel again I saw he had already gone and had left the two books the sword and the cup.

The remaining knights and Solomon and I made our way over the mountain and finding the land fertile and rich we knew this was the perfect place for the nephelim to call their home. Solomon was already reading through the book of white mumbling about wards to protect the land from demons. We would have to call the best remaining fighters and their families in Europe to join us here.

"What shall we name our new land" Christopher asked me clapping me on the back

"Idris" I replied after my fallen wife, we agreed to keep the summoning spell in a safe place with nephelim watching at all times in case the prince ever came back for it.

The prince of hell Pov

I watched my demons fall with a fury I had not felt in a long time, of course Raziel would be the one behind it he was the reason I was cast out of heaven in the first place. I pitied my fallen comrades for I had once been a guardian but as the others looked to their charges with love I had always looked with a streak of envy.

After all my kind had come first and yet the humans were given a paradise and free will and the freedom that I had longed for. My life had been one of worshiping on my knees. Therefore I had found myself glad when the demons had discovered this world.

I was of the opinion that if they humans were strong enough to fight them off, they would be worthy of the angels time but my weak charges had been killed by the demons and I had taken the blame. Raziel had cast me out of paradise and I had seethed in resentment since. Once I found Rachel I realised I could have my revenge on Raziel by summoning the guardians and given them my blood thus turning good to evil but now watching from the other side of the lake Raziel had thwart me yet again by making his precious humans more powerful .

He had actually given them angel blood, now that is an abomination. But I am patient I will wait I will destroy this new race of nephilim and will have the summoning spell again but I will go further than simple turning my former brethren to demons I will open up the portals and set all of hell lose on the world and this mistake called humanity will be righted and I will finally have my revenge.

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Next chapter Clary, Jace and the gang head to London to celebrate Clary's 17 birthday.