Hey, peeps. How's life? Well, this is my first Fanfic, so I'm only going to continue it if I get at least three reviews. If I get ten, I'll update twice in a row. I hope you enjoy it.

Jace walked through the streets of Harlem, breathing in the scent of trash, graffiti, and alcohol. It was nice to have a release from all the luxury. It wouldn't last long though. Soon he would have to go back to the funeral. He passed by a dilapidated house, absently looking into the cracked bay window, and froze.

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Clarissa Fray stared at the white haired man standing in the doorway of her home. Her mother, Jocelyn, was frozen, her mouth slightly open. The man smiled grimly.

"Jocelyn." Clary's mother started backing away, but the man reached out and backhanded her across the face, so hard that Jocelyn flew backward, falling onto the floor. "Insolent woman. Did you actually think that I wouldn't find you?" He kicked her, and Clary screamed.

"Stop it!" The man turned his attention to her.

"You." Before she could run, he was beside her, a fistful of her fiery curls clutched in his grip. "Do you know who I am?" She shook her head slightly, whimpering as he yanked her face closer to his by the hair and smiled. "My name is Valentine Morgenstern, and I am your father." The he threw her down next to her unconscious mother and unbuckled his belt.

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