The Broken Wings of an Angel

by lyuw

Jonathan comes back for Clary. Is it up to Jace to come and save her? Or is it up to her own to fend off this demon. What happens when the demon finally breaks the angel? Will Clary ever be the same again? Will the broken wings of an angel heal... Disclaimer: All rights except the plot belongs to Cassandra Clare. Rated M for violence and incest.

1. Chapter 1: Reunion

Chapter 1: Reunion

Clary POV

Walking down the allies of New York City, she saw the sun setting against the horizon and the blood red stains it shot up towards the sky. Flipping open her cell, she decided to text Jace that she'd be a bit late as she was going to do some grocery shopping. After all, she and Jace decided to move out of the Institute and into their own house the minute they turned 18. Of course Maryse was sad to let them leave and Jocelyn had her doubts about Jace, but Clary managed to assure both of them that everything'd be alright. She was just about to send her text message, when she bumped into something. Or rather, someone.

Hurriedly, she bends down and picks up her cell. She was just straightening her clothes while trying to apologise to the person she ran into, when her face turns dead white. Blood seemed to have drained from her body, and she froze in motion, as she saw that all too familiar smile slither across the man's face. Unable to move as fear struck into her heart, she felt the figure leaning in. She felt the man's fingers wrap around her waist, and bending down towards her ear, he whispered, "I've missed you, sweet sister".

Clary snapped back into reality, and turned instantly trying to bolt back to the institute. But her attempts were futile, for the man's iron grip on her waist would not budge. "Jonathan", she hissed, "let go of me".

She heard a low chuckle, and he replies, "And lose my sweet sister again? Not in a million years."

Clary suddenly flung her other arm towards Jonathan's face, but he was too quick for her. In a split of a second, he backhanded her and had Clary's back glued to his chest. "Still the fiery girl I see. Let's see how long it takes before I break you…"

"Go to hell." Clary screams, thrashing around in his iron grip.

"Yes, but first I must show you what hell is Clarissa".

With that, she felt something cover up against her face. She tried fighting it off, but soon felt a lightness in her head. Everything was going blurry, the sun finally setting below the skyline leaving her in complete darkness.