Hi guys,

I just wanted to write something in which Clary sacrifices herself in the face of love. :) This is picking up at the part where Clary kills Jonathan/Sebastian, and the group is stuck in the Demon Land. So here it is:

Clary knelt down to caress Jonathan/Sebastian's face. He was after all, her brother, who had never been allowed to live his life. Their mother was weeping not even caring about what was happening around her. After all she was technically losing her son twice.

"Clary" Jonathan said. Her head snapped up.

"Yes," she replied gently.

"Throw … the Cup into," he went into a coughing fit, "into the runes." He pointed towards something on the ground. Clary looked towards where he was pointing. There was a circle of runes drawn on the floor. She looked towards Simon, who was currently the closing to the Infernal Cup.

"Simon," she half-yelled. "The Cup." He responded and picked it up, holding it out to her. "Throw it into the runes. Simon responded and began to pull his hand back, when one of the Dark Shadowhunters yelled,

"NO, master Jonathan, no." The Shadowhunter raced towards Simon, but was the only one, the others still too shocked to realize what was happening, but Jace was there first. He pulled out a seraph blade and stabbed the Shadowhunter who quickly crumpled to the ground. Simon threw the cup and the runes flared up with a blue light. The light swallowed the cup and in its place was a heap of ashes. The Dark Shadowhunters began to crumple to the ground, no longer bound by the Cup's magic.

"Good," Jonathan/Sebastian croaked out. He began to pull a purple object out of his pocket. "Magnus will know what to … do with this. I love you all" Clary took it and his hand fell towards the ground. He stopped breathing and Jocelyn started sobbing uncontrollably. Luke began to comfort her. Meanwhile, Clary took the object to Magnus. The others crowded around them. Magnus took the object from Clary and began to speak,

"This is an ancient transportation object. It can get us out of here." He was interrupting by the group hugging and cheering.

"However," everyone became serious again, "whoever wields it will not return alive." Tears started to fall from some of their eyes.

"Then, who can use it. Is there any way out?" Alec spoke up.

"No." Magnus said. "Even the Mark of Cain could not have gone against this." Everyone started talking and proposing ideas, but Clary began to tune out. She couldn't bear to imagine any of them dead. Most of all, she could not imagine a life without Jace if he was the one to sacrifice himself. She decided that she would have to be the one to do it.

"How do you wield it?" she asked Magnus stepping in front. Everyone looked at her in shock.

"No," said Jace, "There must be another way. There HAS to be. I can't let you do this, Clary."

"I can and I will. How, Magnus?"

"Well, you hold onto it and imagine where to go. Then, sacrifice all your energy and it should work."

"No Clary, no." said Jace. His eyes were beginning to get wet.

"Give it to me Magnus," said Clary. Magnus obeyed. Clary walked over to her parents and hugged them one last time. They had tears in their eyes, but they knew it had to happen and they were proud of her. She walked over to Alec, then Simon, then Izzy and Magnus and finally Jace.

She brushed his lips softly and whispered, "To love is to destroy and to be loved is to be the one destroyed. I love you, Jace Herondale, and I always will. Goodbye."

Jace was shaking his head, "No Clary, no." But she had already begun. She imagined the Accords Hall in Idris. She imagined all of them - her parents, Jonathan/Sebastian's body, Izzy, Simon, Alec, Magnus, and Jace standing there. She put forth all the energy she could get and she felt herself being swallowed by the shadows. "I love you, Jace Herondale," she whispered.

And then she was gone.

Isn't it sad? I am extremely proud of this chapter.

I may post another chapter if I get at least 10 reviews saying the people liked the story. Until next time.

~ShadowhunterChase