AN: This story is by my awesome friend and myself Please review and tell us what you think and also Sebastian will be OOC for a bit of the story. We do not own the Mortal instruments although we wouldn't mind owning some Jace clones…..
My sword kept slipping due to the blood that smeared my hands; continually I readjusted my grip while striding through the battlefield. Sharp cries of friends and fellow Shadowhunters rang shrilly in my ears, bringing out a level of anger in me that I never knew I could reach. Holding on to this rage I stepped over corpses, weaving in and out of the fighting mass, and avoided looking into the unseeing eyes of those fallen, looking to kill the one person that would end it all.
My Father.
Valentine.