This is co-written with SeraphinaWayland. We are part of a roleplaying group called the Circles Clave. Seraphina is this alternate universe's equivalent to Clary, and I am Jonah, the equivalent to Jonathan Morgenstern.

Disclaimer: We don't own the Mortal Instruments.

Prologue

Jonah grinned, feeling more like a child than he ever had before. "Isn't this cool?!" he exclaimed.

Seraphina smiled when she saw him. He was happy for the first time since this whole thing began. "It's a little cool," she said with a nod.

Jonah pointed to his lap. "This seat is not taken."

Fine she thought. If they were going to be ridiculous, she may as well go all the way. "Sure." She smiled, ascending the throne to sit on Jonah's lap.

"Well, I can't say what I'm about to do to you without being too vulgar. But this throne is sexy, right?"

"The throne is very sexy...and so are you, Brother. So are you."

He leaned back against the throne, admiring the snake slithering across the arm of the chair. "I want a throne..." Jonah said with an impish grin.

"Well, this one is vacant. Mother killed the ruler of Elysium after all," Sera hinted.

"Are you encouraging me to steal the throne of hell, Sister?"

Seraphina thought about mentioning that it wouldn't be stealing if he didn't have an heir. He would just have to defend it against any usurpers. "Not encouraging, exactly. You just seem so happy here. I like seeing you smile. I can't remember the last time." She looked down with a small smile playing on her lips. "Plus, if momma's gonna be preggers with Abraxas's warlock baby, technically you would just be keeping it warm for our little brother or sister, the proper heir of Elysium."

Jonah's smile reached epic proportions. "You convinced me. I'm taking it. Can we go get JR to help me carry it? Also, when that kid is born he's lucky if I let him see it... Mine..."

"What? You want to bring the chair itself back with you? I thought we were talking about the position of ruler here?"

"It would look good in my room... I didn't think you would let me rule hell. But now that I know this is an option, I'm in. Ruling hell, that is. Thank you. I love you so, so much."

Seraphina's eyebrows went up. Both of them. "I didn't originally think I'd let you rule hell either, but if it wasn't forever and we were giving it back when our sibling comes of age, then I wouldn't mind so much."

"I'll teach him to be a good ruler…" Jonah said.

"Do you seriously want to? Because if you do, I'm in."

"We could just go back and forth between Idris and hell. Like, it's my day job..." Jonah paused, letting the situation become real in his mind. "Mom is gonna have the baby. You're having a baby. We could fit this in. And once the rightful heir is old enough, I can start teaching him."

"Yes, but do you really trust that if we left, some stupid demon wouldn't just take over?" Seraphina whispered.

Jonah glanced for, for the first time, at the greater demon cowering in the corner. Seraphina followed his gaze. She hadn't noticed it there before. "They won't," Jonah assured her. He pushed down the part of himself that wanted to announce there must always be a Stark in Winterfell...

"Well, I trust your judgement, Brother."

"I've got this under control. I just need a day or two to stabilize my rule. You can portal back to J.R. if you want." He kissed Seraphina's cheek lovingly. "I need to get to work if this is going to happen I should get started."

"Okay, you'll be okay here by yourself?"

Jonah looked at the quivering greater demon in the corner and smirked. "I'll be fine."

"I love you, Brother. I'll be back in the morning, okay?" She kissed Jonah with passion.

"I'll see you soon, Love," he said as they pulled apart.

Jonah watched as Seraphina opened a portal and slid through, waving one last time to Jonah, before ending up in the Wayland Manor living room.

"So much to do..." Jonah muttered to himself, before turning to the greater demon in the corner with a sinister smile. "Stand up straight," he barked.

"Yessssss, Masssster," the demon hissed.

He beckoned the demon as he exited the throne room, sparing one last glance at the throne. "This is going to be fun."

Jonah wandered slowly along the gently winding steps with a heart so empty of the needles that represented his blood. He missed the feeling of Seraphina's hands grating against his skin, but his entire existence made more sense in Elysium. He hoped no one would notice this change when he returned to Idris. He would hold it all within.
He knew that he was a monster. He knew love was not for him, but with Seraphina in the throne room he could ever so briefly believe in the way his mother felt for his father—the same way J.R. felt for Sera. He wanted to feel love in the same way that other people did, and sitting on the throne with his sister, he almost did.