Hey guys, Here is a newly edited version of "Carry on Darling" from my old account fairchild girl.
Hope you like it!
-Mel :)
The tip of the blade sunk into the neck of the dummy hitting the wall behind it with a sickening crack. Clarissa picked up her next blade, getting into position and aimed.
" ? Are you in here?" a young maid appeared from the entrance of the training room. Her dark hair was swept into a tight bun, her hands shaking by her sides as she fiddled with the sides of her dress.
Clarissa rolled her eyes at the girls nervousness, you'd think she get over it by now.
"Yes, what do you need Maia?" Clarissa said with a slight mocking tone.
"Valen-uh, has requested you come to his office." Maia spoke softly.
What was so important her father just had to interrupt her training? Probably some sleeze bag Valentine wanted her to personal execute.
"Very well Maia, you may leave." Maia quietly shuffled out of the room mumbling her thanks.
Clarissa remembered when they first found Maia, the rotten downworlder was feisty, always fighting back against Valentine and the guards no matter how many beatings she received. She remembered hearing Maias sobs while Valentine beat her, screaming that "Jordan" would save her. Clarissa never felt bad for the other girl, she herself had received much worse at the hands of her father. After three months, Maia started to realize Jordan wasn't going to find her and she stopped fighting. She was now a handy little maid for Clarissa. Her spirit completely broken. Clarissa smiled at the very thought.
Clarissa wiped the sweat of her forehead and walked down to her father's study. The Morgenstern Manor, located in a hidden forest in Idris was incredibly large it took several minutes for Clarissa to reach her father.
She knocked on the large oak door and heard a "come in" from the other side. She walked down with her head held high, no emotion on her face. Just like Valentine taught her.
"Father" She nodded toward him. Valentine looked up from his paper to meet the eyes of his daughter.
"Clarissa. Sit" so she did. As much as Clarissa didn't like being told what to do, she had learned not to argue with Valentine on such small matters, no matter how much it irked her.
"What is it you require father?" No such things as simple conversations in the Morgenstern household.
"There is a rumour spreading throughout the shadowhunter worlds that a resistance building against me." His tone held no emotion, as though he were talking about the weather.
"Like a rebellion?" Clarissa inquired.
"Yes Clarissa" She was clearly shocked.
"Who leads it?"
"Robert Lightwood appears to be the ringleader." At this his eyes grew dark.
"Of the New York Institute?"
"Yes." He snapped. Frustrated at Clarissa's constant questions.
"Oh." She replied dumbly.
"Tell me what you now about rebellions and their leaders." He leaned forward, his elbows up on the desk.
"Rebels depend on a leader. Someone to give them hope." Obviously she thought.
"Correct, so you know what we need to do?" Valentine smirked.
"Robert Lightwood needs to die."
"Oh no Clarissa, not just Robert. To really crush any idea these people have that they can over power me, we need to go one step further. Terrify them."
Clarissa furrowed her brows.
"How do you suppose we do that?" She asked.
"We murder every living, breathing soul in the New York Institute." Clarissa's eyes widened. A whole unarmed family?
"And I want you to do it."