Prologue

Clary woke in the darkness, her mouth so dry that her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. Panic thrummed through her as he looked around, futily trying together her wits and somehow see in the pitch black of the room. She licked her dry lips twice before trying to call out to her love. "Jace...," she whispered feebly, trying to sit up. Sadly, she was so weak that she struggled with even that small motion. Her limbs trembled with exhaustion and malnutrition, and with a soft whimper she succumbed to her aches and fell back against the scratchy cot.

"Where... Where am I?" she asked. Unfortunately there was no one to answer her. "Jace...," she tried once more, louder, even though the effort burned her throat ad caused her voice to crack. Clary let out a sputtering cough. Dammit, she needed some water. After a moment of rest, and air, she felt like trying once again. A ragged groan left her lips as she sat up, her side, mostly her ribs, felt as if she were being stabbed. The pain numbed her brain for a few crucial moments until she was past the worst of it. She gritted her teeth, resisting the pain as she tried to move to her knees. However, she almost fell back onto her (most likely broken) ribs once more as the chain attached to the cuffs around her wrists snapped tight. Clary barely caught herself, the momentum from her lunge causing the concrete to dig into the sensitive skin of her knees.

"What?!" Pulling at her hands again futiley, the situation began to become clear. The iron dug into her skin, but she ignored the stinging sensation. Dread caused a cold sweat to break out across her body and horror was plainly written upon her dirty features. "No, fuck...," she kept wrenching at the cold metal, the clanking noise reverberating across the cell and echoing in her ears. Tears fell down her face even as she was hyperventilating. Where was she? If she was here, where were the others? Even though her vocal chords were raw, she still screamed out for her friends and comrades. "Jace? Isabelle? Simon! Someone! Please...," her voice cracked and ended in a sob.

Suddenly, metal scraping against metal caught her attention, and light slowly filtered into the room. A shadow fell across her, reaching all the way from the doorway. Clary shivered as though it reached her very soul. The sudden brightness rendered her momentarily blind, but she could still make out the demonic ad crazed smile that stretched across the figure's face. "So, you've finally woken up, little sister?" he asked. Just by hearing his voice you would not be able to tell the man meant evil intent, but she knew better.

She steeled her nerves, but a fine tremor still shook her hands as she raised her face to see her captor. What she saw only made her fear renew itself. She pulled at her hand, though she knew nothing would help; she had been caught by a truly insidious creature.

Standing before her, all handsome smiles and grace, was her brother Sebastian. Otherwise, known as Jonathan and her enemy...


A/N: Here's the new and improved prologue! I tried to include some more details than before, and I'll continue trying to do that since I know that was the chief complain before. That, and the grammar/spelling mistakes. Because of that, I'll also be sending the docs through two programs to check for that. Thank you for reading and drop a comment if you don't mind!

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