A/N: So, today is my brother's birthday, so I decided to write him two one-shots. This one is more serious than the other.

Inspired by the song, "Warrior" by Demi Lovato.

Happy Birthday, Jonathan.

Enjoy. ;)

Background:

Jocelyn Morgenstern died giving birth to her daughter, leaving Clarissa with her father and demon brother, Jonathan. In a world where she hasn't met Jace yet and she's broken beyond repair.

Clarissa Morgenstern studied herself in the mirror. Her green eyes were lifeless and her face was sunken and pale. She shrugged off her training gear and examined her half-naked body. Bruises littered her arms. A new whip mark from her training with her father and brother bracelet her her left wrist. Jonathan had taken his sister's training very seriously. Too seriously, in fact. She could see his black eyes blaze in anger when she slipped. On her own blood, I might add. Valentine taught Jonathan to feign human emotions around him, but Jonathan showed not restraint with his sister.

Clarissa took a sponge from the sink and began siphoning off all the blood. It was caked underneath her nails and crusted into the red-gold strands of her hair. Her brother had absolutely no human emotions. Feigning them was not the same as feeling the emotions. Yes, of course Clarissa would give anything to get rid of the pain of her mother's death. She would do whatever it took to not feel the pain inflicted by her brother. But because Jonathan couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel the overwhelming sense of joy or gratitude. He was like a solder, reacting only on orders given to him by his superior. Clarissa felt sorry for him. She couldn't imagine what it must be like to be him.

But being the Angel Girl wasn't a walk into park either when Valentine wasn't fawning over his son, he was "shaping" Clarissa into a weapon. He felt that she was now useless. But he had yet to find out Clarissa's biggest gift. Creating runes. Clarissa was shocked when she found that she had drawn a strange rune in her sleep. She immediately inscribed it on the soft, delicate skin of her forearm. That day, she went down stairs in her training gear instead of the dining clothes that her father wanted her to wear. She got two beatings for that. She challenged Jonathan to a duel, which resulted in her having three ribs kicked in. The rune had faded after that, making Clarissa realized that she had drawn a fearless rune. She spent hours after her father and brother had gone to bed, searching through the Gray Book.

But there was no such thing as a fearless rune.

Clarissa scoffed quietly. If her father knew about her abilities, he would surely use her as more than a weapon.

And when he was done with her, he would kill her, just so no one would be able to use her. In that regard, Valentine Morgenstern was just like his demon son.

The water in the sink turned pink with blood. Clarissa sighed and turned of the water. She dried her hands with an off-white towel. Excess blood stained the soft cloth. Valentine would always be the same, that she knew. She hoped that Jonathan would change. He was only sixteen, after all. He would age, maybe to thirty or forty. That was plenty of time to learn.

But until then, she had to fight. She had to be strong on the inside. She was a warrior, after all. She couldn't stop fighting. She would hold out until she was free of them.

However long that took.

It's short, I know. I hope you liked it.

Jonathan- just know that I'm stronger than you think. Love you, big brother. ;)

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