These characters belong to wonderful Cassandra Clare,

So this is my first fanfiction, tell me if you thought its worth continuing, I really have no idea where i'm going with this so feedback is welcome! Thank you so much to anyone who had taken the time to read this :)

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Clary sat on her throne like a statue made of stone. Her face was stripped bare of expression, hiding the turmoil of emotions under her fiery hair. But she refused to give Sebastian the satisfaction of seeing her weep for the love of her family, and fellow shadowhunters that she had lost. She refused to be a part of his game any more than she had to, as long as she could keep the Nephilim safe, at least most of them. But most of all, she wouldn't let Sebastian see how broken she was, how sitting on this throne was tearing her apart with the knowledge that she could be here forever. She could be his prisoner for all eternity if Heosphoros didn't burn away the darkness in Sebastian's veins.

Clary had barely noticed, but whilst she was lost in thought of the future, Isabelle, Alec, Magnus, Jocelyn, Luke, Simon and Jace had entered the room and looked upon her, sat atop her throne of darkness with confusion and disbelief.

All except Sebastian; who laughed at the expressions stamped onto the faces of the shadowhunters and looked at Clary as if she were a trophy, a prize possession, which was in a way, true.

"She is mine now." Sebastian proclaimed to the world. "Mine."

Jocelyn flinched at his words. As if she was struck by an invisible hand slapping her across her face. It took all of Clary's willpower to keep from crying, to keep up her mask and keep from rushing to her mother's arms.

Clary let her eyes glaze over with tears, blurring the room around her. She couldn't bare to look at anyone else, after seeing her mother. Clary didn't know how long she sat like a robot, maybe a few minutes. Her state of delusion was broken however when Clary felt her brother's fingers around her wrist, gently tugging her arm. Sebastian pulled harder and Clary rose to her feet. Her legs wobbling beneath her and for a second, she thought she might topple over.

"Kiss me Clarissa. Like you love me. As soon enough, you will." Sebastian murmured into Clary's ear, his breath hot and full of want. It sent shivers down her spine, Sebastian could probably tell but he didn't show it. His onyx eyes bore into her, making her stomach tighten with dread in anticipation of what could happen next.

Clary replayed the scenario in her head, feeling the bulge of Heosphoros in her weapons belt. She mustered up enough courage to ask Sebastian to put his arms around her, which he did, enclosing her in a prison of darkness. His darkness. His touch sickened her, every second an inch of his skin was pressed on hers was like a vice was slowly squeezing on her heart.

"Hail, master." Clary spat to Sebastian, seeing his eyes widen as she pulled Heosphoros free from her weapons belt and positioned the blade directly over her brothers' heart. Without another moment's hesitation, the red head plunged the sword deep into the ribcage of Sebastian, pushing through until the blade emerged on the other side, having pierced his black heart. For good measure, Clary twisted the sword inside him, hearing the squelch as organs were punctured and basking in the look of astonishment and agony plastered on her brothers face. Sebastian staggered back, obviously surprised by attack.

"You fool!" Sebastian shouted. "There is not a weapon on Earth that can defeat me anymore!"

Sebastian smirked, almost laughing however his eyes were filled with red, hot rage. He gripped the hilt of Heosphoros and pulled out the blade, which was slick with deep red blood. Clary couldn't hold her disappointment, the plan hadn't worked.

Heosphoros clattered to the floor and not a second later, pale hands were wrapped around Clary's throat, lifting her off the floor.

"You belong to me. I have given you everything and yet you try to slay me with a sword. A Morgenstern sword. Our family's sword. When will you understand, Little Sister, that you are mine and you will stand by me as we rule this world. Why do you keep fighting? It is futile!"

Clary felt a salty tear run down her cheek as she choked, unable to reply. She had failed, and because of that, her friends probably would be killed. Clary's vision was spotted with black, fear crept into her mind, what if Sebastian did kill her? But she had no reason to want to stay alive. She had lost everything. So she let her body go slack in the air and welcomed the blackness that consumed her, rendering her unconscious.