A Mortal Instruments Fanfiction - Post City Of Heavenly Fire
*warning: do not read this story i you have not finished City Of Heavenly Fire!*
The Dark War is over.
Jonathon Christopher Morgenster, also more commonly known as Sebastian Morgenstern, the bringer of the Dark War is dead. Jace Herondale, Clarissa Fairchild, Alexander Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Louis; the War Heros are being celebrated in every corner of the Shadowhunter world.
The Accords more stable than ever, with one proble: the Seelie Court being Abandoned and outcast by the entire ShadowWorld. But that could have been their undoing.
A child is to be born. A Child Of Revenge.
And she shall bring distruction as she is raised to do one thing and one thing only To take down the Shadowhunters.
Prologue
The queen lay on her bed as her private healer studied her. The Fae dropped his head and his hands with a worried expression on his face.
"What is Jacobson? Is it what I suspected?" She asked calmly.
Jacobson gave her a small nod, "It is My Lady. You are with child, a girl."
"It's his isn't it?" She asked softly.
"It is My Lady. For there is not only Faerie and Shadowhunter blood that courses through the child's veins but also those of another dimension, a darker world. Demon blood poisons the child." He answered grimly.
"Thankyou… that is all. You may leave." She waved him off thoughtlessly.
Jacobson gave her a small bow of his head and made his way out of her chambers. The Queen slowly sat up and stood; her posture still perfectly straight but her beautiful face was grim and full of worry as she looked at herself in the full length mirror by her bed. He stomach was flat but didn't mean anything. 9 months from now; 1 mundane year, she will be giving birth to a child. Jonathon Morgenstern's child. But the father was gone and how would she explain this to the Clave, they will surely want to slaughter the child at their earliest convenience. No. She would not let that happen. Only few will know of the child, those in her closest circle of trust.
She hadn't realised she was gently rubbing her flat, pale, glowing stomach when Kaelie Whitewillow, the Seelie Court's new representative, came bursting into her chambers while panting like a dog.
"M-My Lady!?" She squeaked as she tried to catch her breath.
The Queen spun around ready to start bombarding the girl with verbal abuse, "How dare you burst into your Queen's Chambers without knocking or asking permission!"
"Please, forgive me my Queen! I beg of you but I bring immediate, grave news."
The Queen decided she'd hear the girl out. She gave the girl a small nod and perched herself at the edge of her bed, "Go ahead girl. This better be worth it."
"The meeting this afternoon, about the requirements of the Faeries of the Seelie Court about after the war. The new treaty. It's worse than we thought it would come to my queen."
"Well spit it out! I don't have all day."
"Please My Lady, I beg of you to think rationally when I deliver this news…. The Shadowhunters, and the other Accords' representatives. They've cut us out! We're being denied everything-"
9 months later.
Her personal guards, her private healer and her hand maidens were the only ones who knew about the pregnancy, they were forced to swear an oath of secrecy and none of them have broken it.
The Queen lay in her bed now, looking her worst; sweat covered every inch of her body, her bed was covered in after-birth blood, her hair was a mess and she now had permanent stretch marks across her stomach for the rest of eternity but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything as she held her beautiful baby girl in her arms. Small tuffs of pure white hair on the top of her head, her eyes were beautifully dark, just like her father, and her lips a passionate red like her mother's. Her hand maidens cleaned up around her, her healer preparing the child's basinet, her guards guarding the door to make sure the queen had no interruptions for the next week or two.
The beautiful child wrapped her small finger around her mother's middle finger which caused the Queen to gasp in surprise and her smile to grow even more.
"Do you have a name yet, My Lady?" Her first in charge hand maiden asked.
"Not yet. Something that respects her father's blood and her faerie heritage. Something beautifully evil just like Morning Star. It was one of the brightest stars in the sky yet the man named after it brought the world's greatest war. Something like that…" The Queen thought for a few minutes before her smile turned to a wicked grin, "I've got it… Valentina. Yes. Valentina, it's a suitable name don't you think?" She asked without taking her gaze from the beautiful infant in her arms.
"It's a perfect name My Lady, well chosen. Would you like me to put her in her basinet?" The maiden asked as she reached for the child but the Queen flinched in the other direction.
"No… No… it's fine. I think I want to hold her for a little longer, I'll put her in there myself, when I'm ready."
"Of course, My Lady."
Without moving her gaze the slightest inch she dismissed everyone, "You're all dismissed."
The all gave her a little curtsey before leaving her chambers.
The Queen lay there, holding her daughter in her arms. "You are my Child of Revenge. You will avenge your father. Get revenge for your kingdom. You will bring respect and power amongst the Faeries once again. You will save us. You will be our Morning Star my child, our light bringer. You will be our hero and you will make your father proud. You are Valentina."
Valentina grew up around the only people who knew about her; she was brought up learning how to lead a Faerie kingdom, The Seelie Courts' history, and was brought up learning Shadowhunter history, but she was not brought up to know the normal Shadowhunter morals but the ones of her Father's and Grandfather's. She was brought up to be ready for one thing. To take down the Shadowhunters. To avenge her father. To get revenge for the Seelie Court, for her mother. To make her kingdom powerful and respected once more. Her whole life she had spells and potions put on her or given to her to hide her Faerie blood so that when the plan is put into action they'll never be able to figure it out.
Valentina is now 15 years of age, it's been 20 mundane years since the Dark War, and the plan was about to put into action.
At age 10 she had the angelic rune placed on her by an old Shadowhunter that was also part Faerie, a huntsman, who was killed immediately afterwards.
Now she was ready.
She had grown to have a beautiful body, ice white skin – not a sickly pale but a beautiful white, just like her mother's – she wasn't a petite girl, she had her father's height and had a perfect curve to her hips and bust. White Blond hair flowed down her back, framing her face, her red lips were still as red as they were when she was brought into the world, possibly redder and her eyes were a dark black but they had a glamour on them to make them look dark brown to anyone else that didn't know about it. She was beautiful, desirable, wanted by any man who saw her; she could have been a Siren if her mother didn't know any better.
They now stood at the portal point. A white silk robe clung to Valentina's body as she bid her mother goodbye.
"I'll make you proud mother." Her voice was warm and silky. "I'll avenge my father and lead the uprising of our kingdom. I will make the Seelie Court honourable and respected one once again."
"Be safe my child. That's my biggest concern, don't be a fool; always have your eyes on the mission but do not get killed over it. I do not want my only child to fall into the dark depths of the afterlife just like your father did."
"Yes mama. I love you." She said softly as her mother brought her into a warm hug.
"Good luck my child. I love you." She let her out of the hug and watched as she let the robe fall off her shoulders and to the floor.
She was wearing dirty ripped clothing, something a slave would wear if they were being tortured; she had already made cuts on her torso and arms. But she was not yet bruised. She stepped towards the guard.
"Do it." She said softly before closing her eyes, bracing herself for the blow.
The guard gave her a sympathetic look and mumbled, "I'm sorry." Before he started strategically beating her so that she would be bruised for a long time but it would not seriously harm her.
She reached for his dagger and cut a line on her forearm and thigh, wiping at the blood before dragging her, now bloody hands, through her hair, staining it a dark brown red before dragging the tip of the dagger down her cheek.
She looked back at her mother who was watching her with heartache yet confidence. She gave her mother a small nod before turning to the other guard, "Open the portal. I'm ready."
He gave her a small nod and just before the portal opened up he said "Good luck Princess. Our fate is in your hands."
The portal open with a swirl and soon she was being pulled and dragged through a whirlwind of water and pressure.
The guards stood at the gates of Alicante. Even though there had been no issues since the Dark War, Shadowhunters never let their guards down from now on.
The guards soon became alert as a bright blue portal opened up 20feet above them and a clump of white and red came falling through. They circled the intruder in seconds but their hearts softened as they realised it was a girl; bloody and beaten.
"Please." She gasped in pain as she looked up into one of the guard's eyes, reaching for him, "Help me." Were her last words before she fell into unconsciousness.
Help Me… two words that will be the start of the destruction of an entire society.
