Hey guys! So I am currently in the middle of my other story, Green and Gold, but I suddenly had this great idea for a story! Don't worry, I will finish Green and Gold. Anyways, this chapter is a prologue and T rated. There will be lemons later on, but I couldn't bring myself to write a lemon between Jocelyn and Valentine because she is trying to forget this part of her life and therefore, didn't include as many details as I normally would have used. Thanks and enjoy!

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Jocelyn's hands trembled and the papers she was holding nearly fell out. Her green eyes were frantic as they skimmed over the words and as she finished the last page, her legs gave out. She fell onto the chair with a light thud and curled her free arm around her swollen stomach. How could he do this? How could he do this to our own children? The Clave, I must notify the Clave before it is too late.

Glancing at the clock, Jocelyn noted that Valentine would not be home for another two hours. That gave her a solid hour to make preparations to escape and figure out what to do. By tomorrow, Idris will be plunged into chaos and possibly under a new regime. Even if she managed to stop Valentine's "revolution", she had to leave the nephilim world behind her tonight. She might escape punishment but her children would not be so lucky. The Clave couldn't leave their fates to chance and would kill them on sight, especially Jonathan.

Jocelyn barely managed to hide her revulsion when she thought about Jonathan. The moment she saw him, she knew that there was something wrong with him. His eyes were black pits and his fingers resembled miniature claws. When she saw that, she couldn't bear to look at him. Despite Valentine's anger and pleading, she refused to hold him and thought he was a monster. Now, she knew the truth, and he truly was a monster. Demon blood ran through his veins and regardless of his upbringing, he will always be evil.

She couldn't change what happened to her unborn child, but at least this one contained the blood of an angel. All nephilim were born with angel blood and her child would simply contain more of it. Jocelyn didn't know how her second child will turn out, and she will be damned if she let Valentine turn her baby into a super soldier.

For years, she listened to Valentine speak of a revolution. He dreamed of changing the ways of the outdated Clave and reforming them in his image. For a while, she truly believed in what he said but Jonathan's birth was the first step that helped break the spell; Valentine's sanity quickly spiraled downwards in the past year, but she was too weak to leave him. She planned on staying because of her children, until she found his papers. The sick details were too much for her and were the last straw.

Setting Valentine's papers exactly the way she found them, she crept out of his study and walked back to her room. She opened her closet and withdrew a heavy wooden box. It was a present from Valentine, back when they were dating. He carved her this magnificent wooden box and told her that she could use it to store her weapons. Her lip trembled; her husband was not the man she fell in love with two years ago. She repeated it like a mantra.

The more she said it, the more she started to believe that the current Valentine was a stranger. It made her impending task easier and calmed her hands as she began to sharpen her weapons. Aside from one seraph blade, she set everything back to normal and slid the knife under the pillow. There was no other option. If she left Valentine to the mercy of the Clave, he would find her and he would steal her child. Her unborn child was one of his experiments and there was no way in hell that he would let Jocelyn keep her as long as he lived.

Valentine arrived home just before dinner. They shared a quiet meal together, each absorbed in their thoughts about the following day. Brushing his mouth with his napkin, Valentine ordered his men to get some rest and not to disturb him for the rest of the night. Silently, Jocelyn followed him up to their room and jumped when he closed the door.

"What's wrong? You have been quiet all evening." His concern made her heart ache and Jocelyn avoided his eyes.

"I'm just nervous for tomorrow. We spent years planning this out and it's finally coming to fruition. What if something goes wrong? What if you get hurt?" Jocelyn's excuse seemed acceptable to Valentine and he brought her into his arms.

"My sweet, I am nervous about tomorrow too. Tomorrow will be the start of a new era and I swear to you that I will come back."

Jocelyn listened to the sound of his calming sound of his heartbeat before she responded. "Do you promise my love?"

"Of course. Now enough worrying, let's retire early for tonight and promise me that you will remain here during the battle; I don't want you or my child to get hurt." Valentine tilted her face upwards and looked her in the eye.

Instead of responding, Jocelyn slid her arms around his neck and pressed a heated kiss to his lips. In order for her plan to work, she had to catch Valentine when he was most vulnerable, when he would be so distracted that he wouldn't notice the knife making its way into his back. If she tried to do it now, he would have spotted the knife the moment it left her sheath and she didn't want to imagine the consequences.

Valentine tenderly rubbed her stomach as they kissed. Even though the passion was making their minds lose control, his love and tenderness for his unborn child nearly broke Jocelyn's resolve. She steeled herself and allowed the pleasure to take over, knowing that it will be the last time. Jocelyn could only allow herself this final moment with him and after today, she would never get the chance to be with the physical form of the man she fell in love with several years ago.

Jocelyn nearly forgot what she had planned until her hand brushed the cool metal of her seraph blade. Gripping it, she pulled Valentine's head down, whispered that she loved him, and slammed the blade into his back, straight through his heart. His eyes showed betrayal and blood quickly poured out of the wound, soaking the crisp white sheets. Jocelyn slipped out from Valentine's body and looked at it in horror. She just committed the greatest sin in their world; she killed one of her own kind. This was a sin punishable by death. Even though she is saving hundreds of lives, she will never be allowed to return to this world. For a few moments, Jocelyn let the grief overwhelm her and she mourned the death of her husband.

~o.O.o~

Slipping on the most mundane clothes that she owned, Jocelyn quickly walked towards Valentine's dungeon. The guards were surprised to see her but they dared not question her actions. Jocelyn slipped a key from her neck and briskly walked to the final cage. Hanging by blessed chains, the vampire's wrists could not heal. His abilities allowed him to hang without too much discomfort but he couldn't heal with the chains on. Out of all of Valentine's prisoners, this one did not deserve his punishment. He was too young and innocent for this torture.

The nameless vampire stared at her as she unlocked the door. He could smell Valentine's scent all over her and knew that she was his wife; unlike the monster himself, she was merciful. What surprised him however, was the smell of Valentine's blood under her clothing. He was fed yesterday so he was able to ignore the bloodlust raging through his body. Puzzled, he kept silent and tracked her movements. To his surprise, she held a key, just out of his reach.

"I am giving you one shot at freedom. Lie to me or answer wrong, and I will leave you to the mercy of the Clave. Do you understand me?" Hesitantly, he nodded and waited for her to continue. If Valentine was offering this, he knew that it was some sort of ploy, but the woman would not be cruel enough to dangle freedom in front of a prisoner's face.

"If I let you go, you must swear to me that you will not harm me and that you will only free the prisoners who deserve freedom. I do not care that the night children are in a feud with the children of the moon. In this dungeon, you are all equals and if you see that one is innocent, set him free. Understand? I would do it myself but I am running out of time." Bewildered, he nodded his head and swore to uphold his promise. He would question it, but this woman was offering him freedom for a substantially small price and he couldn't turn down those hypnotic green eyes.

"Make sure you do this quietly. You do not want to alert the guards. Valentine is no longer a threat but in exactly half an hour, this place will be swarming with members of the Clave. They will not spare you any mercy. Wait until I exit the dungeon before you start freeing people. Questions?"

"Why are you doing this?" He mentally kicked himself. He should have been happy to be free but he had to ruin it by questioning his savior's motives.

"You are innocent and I spent too long letting my husband spiral out of control. Now do not take what I am about to do as an insult."

A sting resounded through the dungeon and the woman cursed him for his demonic virus. She swiftly placed the key in his hand and walked away without a glance.

~o.O.o~

Jocelyn walked past the guards, barking at them to stand by their posts, no matter what happened. She went over to Valentine's study and selected all of the most incriminating documents. She slid two journals into her bag, the ones dictating her husband's experimentation with both her unborn child and the Herondale boy. He was an innocent child and didn't need to be dragged further into this mess. From what she could tell, the Herondale boy showed no obvious manifestations of his gift and in that way alone, he was blessed.

She set everything in plain view, including the names of Circle members, Valentine's plans, and finally, Jonathan's journal for last. Starting a fire, Jocelyn wrote an urgent message to the Inquisitor; she begged him for help, claiming that forsaken had overrun the mansion. Jocelyn quickly used a hidden portal in the closet and ran off, carrying nothing but her box of weapons, a bag of clothes, and several expensive pieces of jewelry. With a final look behind her, she looked outside and viewed Alicante's glass spires for one last time.

Ave atque vale my love.