When she woke up, she realized something was wrong. Why did Jace have blue eyes? In her memories he had the most stunning gold eyes she had grown to see in her life. Those eyes, his true eyes.. they reflected your soul. When you looked into them you could see a reflection of yourself.. your true desires.. it was a gift of god those eyes of his.
But this stranger.. this this monster he had Jace's body, his face, his smile. But it was not the real one. She realized in a split second. She had to run. Run fast. Then she felt it. A tight pull on her legs. She did not dare more.
Then the stranger said. His voice was so desirable, like honey.. sweet and seducing. He said "Good Morning, Clary how are you feeling today? You have been sleeping for such a long time.. and I did not dare wake you up from you sweet dream.. Have you missed me?"
Then she knew. It was him. It could not be him. He had died. Died a long time ago. But it was him. Now she understood why she felt his gaze was familiar to her. It was him. How could she have forgotten.
Valentine her father whom she did not want to know.
Her thoughts were overfilled with fear, anger, doubt.. she thought about the real Jace, where was he? What did Valentine do to him?
Is he alive?
Her heart skipped a beat.
where are we?
He answered. The city where lost souls roam and fallen angels cry. A wonderful place to be when you are on the verge of dying.
She looked at him.
Her voice trembling. What are you going to do to me you bastard?
A smirk on his face appeared. Misbehaving again, miss? May I take your hand.
Without waiting for an answer, he took her hand. Grabbed it actually, then pulled her with all his strength. Picked her up so their faces almost touched and she spat at him.
How dare you you
Father, why are you upset.
Lights appeared as if they were called upon.
Valentines shadow grew. He began to change. His mask, his image of Jace, it changed. He changed. He fell on the floor, taking Clary with him. They tumbled.. He let her hand go,
Suddenly he just stood up. Letting everyone go. He drifted into the air.
Then they appeared
His wings
Wings if terror and death. They thrived from his back.. a shower of black feathers fell over the spot where clary had fallen.
With despair she looked at him. She saw it.
She saw death in him. She saw the devil.
Then he began rising, his shadow falling on everything.
The paradise faded, a picture was broke. Everything what he touched, or rather what his shadow touched wilted and perished.
Only ash was left.
He was the end
Clary thought
He is the death, He is the danger. He is the black devil.
