Jace didn't run after Jonathan, Isabelle didn't run after Jace, and Clary didn't portal to lake Lynn. Valentine succeeds while raising the Angel Raziel, but in a moment of panic he instead asks the Angel for those who had sipped from the Mortal Cup to gain the strength of the Angels, instead of throwing his entire race to the Forsaken. This is the story of Clary, thinking back to the battle, and trying to ignore the world she lived in now.
Rating: T-M (some mature situations and gore, but overall rating as T. Message me if you think this should be changed)
Authors Notes: Apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic. A tiny, TINY bit of incest. TINY! DON'T TURN AROUND JUST BECAUSE YOU READ THAT! NO COME BACK! I'M SORRY! And lots of character deaths. Again, sorry. And yes, Max and Hodge are both already dead, and Simon is out of prison. AND Jace and Clary definitely know they aren't brother and sister. Okay, go head and read
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City of Death
Clary curled up on the bed, her face pale and her body malnourished. She hadn't seen another face in days except for...his. The monster who came in every night, pretending he loved her when all he wanted to do was hurt her. If she had wanted to, she could have rolled up the sleeves of the long dress to look at the scars - scars that were deeper than the ones on her friends...her dead friends.
She cringed and rolled onto her other side, attempting to close out the pain of the world she lived in. But she could still remember every detail of that day. That one, horrible day.
Those who weren't old enough to fight were huddled together in the Penhallow's penthouse and buildings around it. Those who were sixteen and seventeen had abandoned their posts with the kids and went out to fight with their parents, including Isabelle and Jace. Jace had demanded she stay in the penthouse and watch the young kids, she wasn't trained at all - so she promised not to. And she was planning on keeping that promise, until the windows shattered and the kids upstairs started to scream. Some of the older boys ran up with daggers. The only thing Clary could do was herd everyone who was downstairs out of the house.
All around her was chaos. There was the scream of demons as they were sliced down and there was the scream of Shadowhunters as they bled to death. Clary pulled out her stele, though she couldn't think it much use. Why did I even come out here in the first place? And without a weapon? she thought angrily to herself. I'm so stupid. She turned to look for Jace but something had already locked it's eyes on her. The four eyed creature let out a scream and ran at her. She turned around as it came barreling down on her. She put her hands up to protect her face but the creature never landed its teeth into her skin. She opened her eyes to see Simon, breathing heavily, with goo all over his face, glaring at her. "Simon!" she exclaimed.
"What are you doing out here Clary? It's dangerous and you aren't trained!" he yelled, walking closer to her and gripping her forearm.
"They invaded the penthouse," she explained in a hurry. "And-"
"I don't care your reasons! Just get out-"
And then she heard an inhuman laugh - cold and hard. They both turned to watch as Jonathan sauntered closer to them, blood covering him from head to toe, almost no clean skin or cloth showing. "How sweet," he laughed. Clary flinched away from him and Simon pushed her behind himself. Next to her a Shadowhunter stuck its blade into a demon as its teeth drove home. They both died right there. "The vampire and my little sister, working together." He held a glowing blade in his hand and Clary was sure if someone even touched the thing they'd be burned to ash. Jonathan rolled it between his hands as if it was no problem. "You know, I don't exactly like the company you're keeping Clary." She was surprised she could hear him at all.
"Simon," Clary hissed. "Come on."
"Go back to the penthouse, Clary," Simon murmured. "This asshole is going down."
"Simon no."
"Go, Clary."
And suddenly Clary was pulled backwards by extremely sharp talons. She screamed as Simon turned to watch her get hurled into the air by some winged demon. "Clary-" and Jonathan attacked, pushing the blade through his stomach. Simon was still staring up as he fell to his knees.
"Simon!" Clary shrieked as the creature let her fall onto the blood stained grass; Clary could feel the deepness of the wounds in her stomach and back. She was sure she couldn't move at all. From where she was sprawled she saw as Jonathan pulled the blade from Simon's stomach and put the sword up to his neck to behead him. Clary meekly attempted to call his name as Jonathon brought the sword down and Simon's head rolled away.
Clary stared at it, shell-shocked.
There was a scream and a whip came down on Jonathan's face, cutting a deep slice into his cheek. Jonathan fell backwards as Isabelle's whip came down again, only this time it wrapped around Jonathan's hand and he pulled it out of her hand. Feet suddenly appeared in front of Clary and hands pulled her up.
"Clary," Jace whispered into her hair as he picked her up and started running. "What the hell, you're supposed to be safe at the Penhallow's penthouse with the kids." Jace ducked under something sharp that swung towards him and a wave of nausea swept over Clary. She held it in for Jace's sake.
"The...demons...attacked.." Clary choked.
"Then you run into a safer building, stupid!"
"It...hurts..."
"I know, I know." Suddenly Jace stopped running and set her down. Not so gently he took the stele from her hands, which had been clinging to them until her skin, and drew a healing ruin on her arm. Clary could hardly feel the sting of it. "What got you?"
"...it was...flying..."
"Well it's not demon poison then."
Clary suddenly realized that it had gotten a little quieter, at least she couldn't hear as many human screams. "Everyone's dying," she coughed, slowly regaining her strength and sitting up.
"No Clary, everyone's dead. I can't imagine there are many people left alive. There were a number of us who suddenly, well, they suddenly got stronger than even those with partners. And they started fighting against us, slicing us down by the dozen." Clary gazed into his eyes as he spoke and for the first time she saw an underlying panic. "We're going to loose this battle."
"Give me the stele," she whispered. "And meet me at the Gard in...five minutes. Bring as many of us as you can find. We're getting out of here-"
"I don't think so."
Jace stood and turned quicker than Clary could follow with her eyes to glare at Jonathan, who had Isabelle's whip clenched in the hand that wasn't carrying the sword. Clary groaned at the sudden knowledge that Isabelle hadn't won the fight with her brother. A moment flashed where she wondered what had happened to Alec and Magnus, or Maryse and Robert Lightwood. She hated that there was almost a one hundred percent chance they were dead.
Clary attempted to push herself off of the ground but collapsed onto her stomach. Jace didn't turn around to look at her; his only focus was on the target in front of him. Demons circled around the three and swarmed up above them, Clary wondered for a moment why they weren't attacking. It was probably because of Jonathan; maybe the unnatural presents of him warded the creatures off.
"I'm planning," Jonathan grinned. "On killing you slowly. Never letting you die so that she," he jerked his head towards Clary. "Can watch you suffer." Clary groaned and pushed herself to her knees, this time balancing and pushing back the wave of nausea that hit her. She spit blood out of her mouth and attempted to ignore the pain.
"So where's Valentine?" Jace asked.
"He's around here. Somewhere. But he's given me reign on what both of your fates will be. And," a weird grin appeared on his face, "I've got an idea on what that'll amount to." Jonathan's eyes flicked to Clary for a fraction of a moment, and back to Jace. "But be assured, my father will be around to watch the finale of this battle - and of course this will be approaching shortly.
"But first," he dripped the whip and let it fall to the ground. "Let me just comment..." Clary felt a sudden stinging on her neck and a hand surge around her mouth. Before she was able to scream, her voice was suddenly caught off. Her hands went to the hand and attempted clawing at it until she was pulled backwards by her hair. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, though nothing came out. "...that you aren't very good at keeping an eye on the things you love."
Jace wildly turned to stare at Valentine as he gripped Clary's flaming red hair. He was in shock. Valentine's face was a stony white, as if he didn't enjoy what he was doing. "Jonathan," Valentine said, moving his eyes to his blood son. "Are you planning on keeping your sister?"
"Indeed I am, father."
"And him?"
"For awhile."
Clary woke from her thoughts when she heard the door open and close. She flinched even though it closed softly behind the person who had entered. She squeezed herself tighter, hoping the monster wouldn't bother her for one night. For just one night. But she felt as someone crawled onto the bed beside her and snaked their way next to her.
Jonathan
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