HIIIIIIIIIIIIII SECOND FIC ON THIS ACCOUNT!1! I just typed fuc. Woops.

This is a fic for Sebastian fans and if you are not a Sebastian fan you should read this anyway because I explain it all through Sebastian's eyes and it may make you realize he's just as much of a victim as Jace and Clary.

If it doesn't please don't post hate about him I may attack you via PM.

I am slightly (meaning extremely) in love with Sebastian and I am going to marry him and that is that. If you want more details read my bio. You probably don't. You probably wont read my bio.

Wow I'm psychic see im magical that's why you should love Sebastian too.

Chapter 1

The first day he saw her, he knew she was like his sister. He could feel it in his gut. An irrational pull toward her which could only be caused by one thing. She had the golden goodness of heaven flowing through her veins; a warm, comforting golden goodness to counter his dark side. He was Lucifer, and she was God. It had to be. He didnt even know her, yet he wanted to walk up to her, pull her in his arms, and keep her safe there forever. When she casually pushed her shiny brown hair over one shoulder, he wanted to be up behind her to feel it tickle his shoulder through his shirt. Yes, it was irresponsible, irrational, and he knew he wasn't really drawn to her as a person, yet he couldnt help it. He couldnt control this overwhelming desire to want to be able to call her his. He had demonstrated this with Clary, but she wasn't his sister, she didnt know of the horrors that haunted his past and future. He had a chance to do this civilly. And he sure as hell wasn't going to fuck it up this time.

Ever since Clary and Jace had left Sebastian on his own again, he felt an increasing sense of loneliness. Yes, he had his large army of loyal shadow hunters, and Lilith, but interacting with them just didnt give him the same sense of joy Jace and Clary gave him. He couldnt make them come back; both of them hated his guts and would kill him on sight.

He had never really felt alone when he was young. He always had Valentine with him. Valentine was always there to patch up his scrapped knee, to praise him when I slaughtered an especially dangerous demon, to smile and ruffle his hair when he did something good. And now Valentine's... Gone. He never thought he would say this but he missed Valentine.

He missed him almost as much as he resented him. If it wasn't for Valentine, he could be with his remaining family, he could have a parabatai, he could go on killing adventures for that damn corrupted Clave. He wouldnt be the outcast he was now.

It wasn't even his fault. Due to Valentine tainting his divine bloodline, he didnt have a conscience like most people. There was nothing inside of him to warn him that what his beloved father was teaching him was wrong. When he killed the unfortunate person who crossed paths with him, the only thing his inner voice told him was "good job, now Father will be pleased." When he killed Max, brought done the wards of Idris, and slowly plunged his knife into his adopted brothers chest, he was only doing what he was taught was acceptable and would earn praise. And now, even if the Clave would ignore some glaring factors such as he has the blood of the Shadowhunter nemesis in his veins, and was raised by the Shadowhunter equivalent to Hitler, they still wouldnt take him in because he proved he is an enemy.

He heard that even Jace, Clary's golden boy boyfriend, had some issues with the Clave. Apparently he had to prove again and again which side he was on because Valentine raised him for the first ten years of his life. Sebastian was with Valentine for 16 years, and had proved that he only wanted the Clave's downfall. In a sense, it wasnt even his fault, but Valentine's.

Yes, he still thought the Clave was corrupted, but if following them meant he would be accepted by his kind, putting aside his issues with them would be worth it.

Yes, he, the son of the greatest enemy the Clave had ever faced in their own ranks, the emotionless killing-machine, Sebastian Morgenstern, was lonely.

Lonely and damn jealous.

Jealous of Shadowhunters who worked for the exact government he wants to overthrow.

He missed human company. His army and the occasional girls he brought home just didnt cut it. As much as he hated to do it, he didnt know what else to do. He asked Lilith about it.

"Sebastian, you soft-hearted fool. I would think my blood would prevent these frivolous emotions and desires," she responded crossly when he brought it up.

"Remember, I am a Shadowhunter still. I still have some angel blood in me. I'm not completely a demon," he good-naturedly reminded her. She would have none of it though. Lilith huffed angrily and looked away.

"You stay away from those damn Shadowhunters, you hear me? Unless you are killing them, that is."

Sebastian smiled faintly. "Lilith, you sound like a prejudice grandma."

She whipped her head around to glare at him. "What?" she demanded, her voice and eyes menacing.

Sebastian's smile broadened. He wasn't one to be intimidated easily, and he had spent enough time around her to know that she was easily enraged, but normally didnt do anything about it but glare and snarl. "Oh, nothing," he said cheerfully.

At this point Lilith would have very much liked to wipe that smile off his face with a well aimed kick, but resisted the urge. Fighting with her toy wouldnt get her anywhere. "That's right," she grumbled. Oh how fun it would be to grab him and slowly peel all of the skin off his body and eat it. But, she wouldnt, because he was practically her child, and if she killed him he wouldnt be around anymore.

Sebastian laughed lightly. "The Shadowhunters and I arent exactly best buddies, so you really dont have to worry about me hanging around them."

Lilith seemed satisfied enough with this. "Good. Emotions and longings running wild isnt good because you eventually will succumb to them," Sebastian cringed inside, thinking about his little incident with Clary. Lilith didnt know about his attempted-rape, yet she could never have been so spot on. Lilith didnt seem to notice the change in the social tension and continued without pause, "so to keep your loneliness at bay I suggest trying out the mundane high school in town."

Sebastian's inside worries were quickly forgotten. He was very taken aback, to say the least. "A mundane highschool? Lilith, is this a joke?"

Lilith's face was serious. "I know it may seem unappealing and degrading, but its a good way to get healthy human interaction, and no one there would want to kill you. You could hide your marks with glamour, and it also could be a good strategy to stay hidden until you can regather your forces and lay another attack on the Clave. The last place they would look for you would be there."

Damn, she had a point. Maybe it would be worth a shot.

So here he was, first day of school, glamour runes applied, doing his best to blend in, and he sees her. He sure as hell was going to get some human interaction now, because he was Sebastian Morgenstern. He got what he wanted, and right now what he wanted was her.

He didnt even know her name, but he was going to find out. He put a few persuasion runes on the inside of his left arm in the bathroom, and left for the office. Within a matter of minutes he had three classes with her.

Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Yay! I already have chapter two written how fast I post it depends on how many follows this gets. Based on past experience it will get two if im lucky.

BUT JUST BECAUSE IM UNPOPULAR DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T LOVE ME YOU SHOULD LOVE ME ITS UNPOPULAR YOULL BE HIPSTER. Yeahhh love me and be hipster. If you love me you're a hipster. Yeahhhhhh. Hipsterrrrr.

Okay ill stop now.