Hello, I am sorry for not being on in forever. Here is a new story that I have written. I think it might be good. Don't flame please. As always, I love you all.
-Yukiji
Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Mortal Instruments. All rights to this series goes to the lovely Cassandra Clare. I just made the story.
Prologue
The Morgenstern manor was nothing compared to the Fairchild manor that Valentine had been living in for the last few years, due to his constant remodeling, but it would do for the time being. He need somewhere that he could place both Jonathans for a couple of days so that he could search for his traitorous wife and that lowlife downworlder, Lucian.
He had known for a while now that Jocelyn was pregnant, and that the tea that he gave her every morning was laced with angel blood. He would up the dosage each time, so that he would get the desired effect. Although, the last few doses had been laced with demon blood, for he already had the pureblood angel that he wanted, and the pureblood demon that he wanted. Valentine wished to create a third that was more powerful than the other two. A third who could control the two opposites and bring them together. A third who could blow the other two out of the water. He just hoped that these last few cups of the demon blood would do the trick. Pertaining to the child, it had been due to be born yesterday. He already had a wet nurse hired for the job.
Valentine knew that Jocelyn would leave for Brooklyn. She was always pestering him to go there so that she could paint the skyline. He personally hated the smog covered city and its never ending daylight effect.
A small cottage, that would usually bear no more than a second glance, rose up in the distance as Valentine sauntered down the travel-worn path.
'Ragnor Fell. A hideous little warlock, but he would do for the time being.' All that he need was a simple portal so that he could follow the tracking rune that he placed upon Jocelyn in her sleep before the revolution. 'Jocelyn was traitorous towards me in the very end, so now it's time to set her straight.' The revolution with his circle had been his very life! He had worked hard to bring his circle of followers together and to understand that he was right and that every downworlder: faerie, warlock, vampire, and demon; would be placed in its rightful place. In the ground, dead. Well, all except for a few warlocks. They were needed after all.
Valentine rapped twice on the old wooden door to the tiny cottage, and immediately the silhouette of a hideous and tiny warlock appeared.
"Ah, Valentine Morgenstern. To what do I owe the pleasure, sir?" The toad-like immortal asked.
"I wish for a portal so that I might find my traitorous wife. I know that you can make one, so don't make excuses." Valentine stared into Ragnor's eyes. He was able to pull off that certain quality of relaxed aggressiveness that oozed from his mannerisms.
"Y-yes, o-of course! Right away!" With that the warlock went to work with making a portal for the most dangerous shadowhunter to ever cross paths with the child of Lilith.
'Once I have found Jocelyn and am able to return with the child, I can easily move the Morgenstern Manor, and burn up the Fairchild residence.' Valentine smirks. 'That would about destroy Jocelyn's willpower. I may even fake the children's deaths. Won't that be a good anniversary present to a traitor?'
As Valentine muses about revenge Ragnor conjures up the portal. It was easily the best job he had ever done, and wanders over to where Valentine is.
"Mr. Morgenstern? About the portal… I-I was wondering about the payment…" Ragnor looks down and to the side, keeping his eyes off the probably murderous ones of Valentine.
"Your payment is obviously your life, filthy downworlder." Valentine then proceeds towards the portal without a second glance to the cowering warlock. "Oh, and don't forget to keep the portal open. I shall be needing it to return." With that, Valentine disappears within the portal.
As he is sucked away into another portion of this dimension, he pictured Jocelyn's favorite city that was within the state of New York. She would obviously go to that stupid high warlock of Brooklyn. Even Valentine knew that Magnus Bane was not someone to take lightly. He had been around for hundreds of years, and knew how to hide someone from even the strongest tracking runes. He would have to play it safe and get to her fast.
When he arrived in New York, he looked around at the bustle of a city that never slept. He couldn't tell if it was Brooklyn, but he was pretty sure that this was where she would have gone.
Valentine lightly grazed the tracking rune, the twin of this rune was placed upon his wife, which was placed upon his shoulder, and began to seek her out. He didn't have to look far. Jocelyn was heading towards Magnus Bane, just as he had predicted. He saw that she had a bundle as well.
'Ah, so she wished to have the baby hidden as well. Smart, but not smart enough.' Valentine brought out the infernal device created by mundanes, called a cell phone, and contacted the circle members he positioned around the warlock's flat to capture her and bring him to his location.
All he had to do was wait patiently for Pangborn and the others to bring her and the child to him.
It didn't take long. They had commissioned a vehicle, he believed it was called an SUV, to bring Jocelyn to him immediately. Walking would have taken too much of Valentine's valuable time.
His circle members exited the SUV with his wife and child. Pangborn was holding said child, and was off to the side, in front of the passenger door.
As he looked at the red tangle of hair covering his wife's face, he sneered. She would have never been able to stay hidden for long.
"Darling, seriously. If you hadn't guessed, you are so predictable. I would have thought that you were smarter if I didn't know you better. Well, enough is enough. How is the child fairing?" He watched as Jocelyn visibly tensed.
"Don't you dare touch her!"
"Ah! So it is a girl. I had predicted as much. Does she have your hair and eyes?" He asked, fainting interest.
Jocelyn refuses to say another word.
Valentine plucks the girl out of the arms of the waiting Pangborn and waves at his distressed wife.
"As much as I would love to stay and chat, I still have a busy schedule to uphold. You and your downworlder, Lucian, have fun. I shall be taking my daughter now. Goodbye my traitorous wife. Pangborn? Make sure she is, how we shall say it, comfortable." And with that Valentine turned back to the waiting portal that Ragnor was still holding up for him, laughing.