Jace didn't run after Jonathan, Isabelle didn't run after Jace, and Clary didn't portal to lake Lynn. Valentine succeeds while raising the Angel Raziel, but in a moment of panic he instead asks the Angel for those who had sipped from the Mortal Cup to gain the strength of the Angels, instead of throwing his entire race to the Forsaken. This is the story of Clary, thinking back to the battle, and trying to ignore the world she lived in now.

Rating: T-M (some mature situations and gore, but overall rating as T. Message me if you think this should be changed)

Authors Notes: Apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic. A tiny, TINY bit of incest. TINY! DON'T TURN AROUND JUST BECAUSE YOU READ THAT! NO COME BACK! I'M SORRY! And lots of character deaths. Again, sorry. And yes, Max and Hodge are both already dead, and Simon is out of prison. AND Jace and Clary definitely know they aren't brother and sister. Okay, go head and read

Last chapter:

Clary woke from her thoughts when she heard the door open and close. She flinched even though it closed softly behind the person who had entered. She squeezed herself tighter, hoping the monster wouldn't bother her for one night. For just one night. But she felt as someone crawled onto the bed beside her and snaked their way next to her.

Jonathan


She flinched as his hands brushed along her arms and to her neck. She withheld yelping as his lips went to the hair that fell over her ear. "I know you're awake," he whispered. His hands gripped her arm and pulled her to her back and he snickered, finding the picture of his sister, curled into an egg, humorous. He brushed kisses alongside her eyes, her nose, her mouth.

Fighting him was no longer an option. She had tried so many times but...but it was impossible. He had the strength of a demon and an angel combined. He was unstoppable. Her eyes refused to open so that she didn't have to look at him. She wouldn't look into his dead eyes as he threatened to rape her. Again. "It's time to see Jace, Clary," he whispered.

Though it was an awful thing to say, Clary dreaded seeing Jace. When she had first been brought to...wherever she was being held, all she could do was cry. After the first few days she was brought down to the chamber where Jace was held and tied to a chair, a rune drawn onto her almost naked back forcing her to keep her eyes open and watch as Jonathan beat Jace to a bloody mess - not that he wasn't already covered in his own blood and sweat. For the first couple times she was brought down there all she could do was cry and say how much she loved him, to not give in no matter what, because she wasn't going to give in.

After that she just tried talking him through the pain, through being beaten and whipped. Tried bringing up memories. Tried making him smile. But, she realized the more words she used, the more blood Jonathan spilled. Eventually, well eventually, she just stopped talking. And then she stopped flinching every single time the whip was brought down, or every single time Jonathan used a small dagger to dig into Jace's skin. She thought that, if she stopped reacting to Jace's unbelievable pain, then Jonathan would just kill him. Just let him die.

As of yet, that hadn't happened.

Jonathan laid her out across the bed, letting her arms spread out and her head tilt to the side. She had completely given up on everything; she couldn't even dress herself anymore, thus Jonathan took it upon himself to pick out her outfits and dress her like a doll. Normally, Clary would have been unbearably embarrassed, but what was the real point of that emotion? Or any emotion? It wasn't like anything honestly mattered, not in the Hell she lived in every day.

Her mind roamed as Jonathan took his knife and cut her out of the long dress, as he did almost every day. He would never take the time to actually take it off, why would he when he could easily acquire new clothing?

Valentine had her by the hair as Jace lunged at Jonathan, cutting the dagger towards his face. Jonathan was in his line of path until suddenly...he wasn't. Both Jace and Clary had almost forgotten how quick Jonathan could be. Suddenly he was there, behind Jace, teasing him by poking him in the back with the sword. Clary wanted to scream as Jace ducked down and stabbed at his knee.

And it continued this for the Angel knows how long. It was an elegant dance between the brothers, an angel and a devil, swiping for each other's blood. But even Clary could tell who was going to finish with less damage. It was the one who had more maneuvers, who could move yards away before the other had time to blink. The one who had the blood of a demon but the abilities of both an angel and a demon. And she was right. Jace was losing blood by the pint, Clary could see it in his face and his movements - he was slowly becoming sluggish and his eyes drooped.

Clary gripped at the stele still in her hand, she briefly wondered why Valentine hadn't noticed it.

"Oh I notice it," Valentine suddenly said. Clary jerked her head to look up at him. "But I don't honestly care. Jonathan can see it too. If you even attempt to throw it at him not only will Jonathan get it instead, you will get sever consequences from me."

Fuck you! she mouthed at him.

Valentine ignored her and looked back to the fight. Clary reached up and pulled on her hair, ignoring his threat. That's when she felt a sudden pain on her back. Her eyes went wide and looked up at Valentine. He pulled the dagger from her back and held up the metal, red stained on the tip. Her mouth was open in shock. Distantly she heard someone call her name, but it was too far away. It was as if someone was calling her name but the roar of a bus drowned them out.

There was a stinging on the back of her neck as she felt the familiar rune force her eyes open. At first it was strange; Jonathan didn't need a stele to draw runes onto skin, all he needed was his finger. Somehow, it made the pain ten times worse than a normal rune, though she couldn't begin to imagine why. She watched as Jace hang from his wrists, all the life pulled from his eyes. One would have thought he was a dead body if it wasn't for the fact his chest rose and fell ever so lightly.

Clary watched Jace as Jonathan came around and slit his own wrist, grabbing Jace's mouth and forcing the blood down his throat. Jace choked on it and his body started withering in pain, his skin visibly shaking from how much it hurt. Jonathan's blood burned through Jace's veins, his eyes bulging and the whites turning red as the veins in his eyes popped. Clary was almost sure he was going to go blind, if he wasn't already. Jace's fists clenched against the metal and his muscles bulged.

Of course, Jace had only a small amount of clothing left on him, only covering his genitals. Clary couldn't count the number of scars and open wounds that littered Jace's beautiful body, then again she could hardly see a patch of skin. It was covered it his own blood, never once getting a bath or shower. She briefly wondered how he was still alive, how those wounds weren't completely infected, how he hadn't just died of total exhaustion.

But she wanted him to die. She wanted him to drop dead already. And not for her own sake, or to end her own pain, but to finally end Jace's pain. To let him find the Angel Raziel and tell him he did wrong by giving Valentine what he wanted. To let out all the hatred he had for Valentine, for Jonathan, even for Clary. She almost thought she deserved the same fate as Valentine for how she thought of him now. How much he wanted to him die.

She was still working on that.

Every night, after Jonathan had left, she practiced using her own finger to draw the runes. She had gotten so close. She could feel the power surge inside her, and she was now able to direct the power into her hand, but she was still waiting to figure out how to push the energy out into a rune. There was a rune inside of her head, one that she was certain would kill the one she loved the most.

She would call it Final Death.

Jace suddenly screamed and Clary withheld the flinch it almost caused. She knew Jace had tried to stop screaming, it only showed his weakness and it only hurt Clary. But the number of times demon blood went through him was enough to kill even the strongest of men. The second thing he wanted most in the world was to die, and the first was for Clary to die. Only to end her suffering. He could see the pain in her eyes; how she flinched every time Jonathan touched her. Jace didn't want to know the awful things Clary's brother had done to her.

But he knew. He knew just by looking at her. And that every single time something happened to her, he could hear her screams from somewhere above him. Silently, he cried for her, because he didn't know the exact way he was hurting her, but it got worse every time it happened. Her cries got louder and filled with more and more agony. He didn't want to scream for her, because he knew that if he could hear them they could hear him. Clary's soul would hurt even more.

Except Clary's soul was already damaged and broken.

When Jonathan left she poured all the rage and pain into her fingertips and pressed them against the bed, screaming as she finally pressed it out. And finally, she saw a spark of something. The beginning of her rune. Of Final Death.

Now all she had to do was get to Jace and paint the rune on his chest. All she had to do was save Jace.

All she had to do was kill him.


Thanks for reading chapter two! You're great for sticking it out. Please review honestly (as long as it has nothing to do with spelling and grammar, because I'm not going to go back an fix it).

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