Anastasia's P.O.V
The next thing I know he has me pinned against a wall while nine other demons come from in the shadows. "Did you think we were stupid little Shadowhunter, that we wouldn't know what you are," he questions. They obviously are stupid because they haven't noticed the glowing seraph blade in my hand yet. With that last thought I stick the blade though where his heart should be and he collapses in on himself returning to his home dimension. I then turn to face the nine other demons in the room. Too easy. Within three seconds I have eight of the nine demons either decapitated, struck through the chest with my seraph blade, or with a dagger protruding from their skulls. Again I repeat, too easy. The last demon is frantically searching for a way out but the only exit is the door that I'm standing in front of. I throw a dagger at his shoulder and it hits its mark true, pinning him to the wall. He tries to pull away but shrieks in pain.
"Wait, I can tell you where Valentine is, he isn't dead," the demon says frantically hoping to get to a topic that will interest me enough so that I will either spare his life or he can catch me off guard. Good luck with that considering the fact that one I'm not stupid and two, Valentine Morgenstern is my father.
"Yea, tell me something that I don't know already," I reply with enough acid in my voice that it could eat away all of Idris easily. "It doesn't come as a shock to me considering I'm his daughter." With that I'm done playing games so I cleanly slit his throat and watch as he folds in on himself. Stupid demons is what my mind lingers on while I retrieve my daggers and wipe them clean of blood."It's not nice to stare, I would have thought that your mom raised you better than that," I say. Out of the shadows steps none other than Jace Lightwood.
Jace's P.O.V
I watched mesmerized as the girl deals with eight of the nine demons within five seconds. She then turns to the last one and throws a knife straight for his shoulder which of course hits its mark. The demon is struggling against the dagger without success all the while screaming out in pain. "Wait, I can tell you where Valentine is, he isn't dead." That's impossible, the angel Raziel killed him; he has to be dead! She hardly seems affected by this though. "Yea, tell me something that I don't know already," she replies so icily that I flinch even though the comment wasn't directed at me. "It doesn't come as a shock to me considering I'm his daughter." WHAT? That can't be possible. Clary and Jonathon are Valentine's kids, there wasn't another one. I guess it makes sense now that she looks familiar. She looks like she could be Jonathon's twin except for the hair and eye color. The features are all the same though. I didn't notice that she had slit the demon's throat and picked up her blade before she spoke to me. "It's not nice to stare, I would have thought your mom raised you better than that." I don't even reply; all I do is step silently out of the shadows to face her.
Clary's P.O.V
I know that I shouldn't be worried about him. I mean it's Jace but he has been in there for far too long and I can see from on her face that she is worried too. "Let's go get him out of whatever trouble he has gotten himself into now," says Alec looking exasperated. Jace does this far too often for anyone's liking.
"Ok," Izzy and I respond as we make our way over to the back room and slip inside. We get in just in time to see Jace hiding in the shadows on the other side of the room and to see a girl about our age kill eight demons in a matter of seconds and then stick the ninth to the wall with a dagger. What she says next catches us all off-guard, even Jace and I don't even know what to think. Standing in front of me is my half-sister whom I didn't even know existed until now and I then find out that Valentine isn't dead. My brain can't even process this anymore.
Anastasia's P.O.V
"The rest of you might as well come out too, I know you're there," I say while putting away my seraph blade and twirling a dagger in between my fingers. They slowly come to stand next to Jace, their faces containing equally shocked expressions. "Stop gaping like fish and ask me whatever questions you need so I can get out of here," I snap and right as they are about to speak , Skyler bursts through the door. "Okay so whose ass do I need to kick now 'cause you are taking way too long killing one demon?" Upon seeing Jace standing in front of Clary, Alec and Isabelle, she immediately started chanting in a language that I couldn't understand while platinum sparks shot toward the quartet from her hands. It's times like these that I am glad that she is a warlock because Jace, Clary, Alec, and Isabelle instantaneously froze. "Ok, what is wrong with you? I thought that you were supposed to be hiding from your father, not running into the idiot Nephilim from the Institute." "It's not my fault," I defend while holding up my hands. I do not need to piss her off and end up frozen like the others right now. "That demon we saw followed me in here. He actually knew what I was and had nine others in here. That's what took me so long. Also Jace came in while I was fighting and sat like a creeper in the shadows doing nothing to help, just watching me kick the crap out of the demons myself." She looks pissed, probably because on the other side of that door there are plenty of defenseless mundanes that she could be torturing but thanks to the idiots she has to be in here, helping me fix this. All of a sudden she whirls around to face the others and punches Jace right on the cheek, which not only sends him sprawling on the floor, but puts the others back in motion. Alec, Isabelle, and Clary look just plain confused and Jace is rubbing the already purpling bruise that Skye made. "That's not gonna look too good on your pretty boy face, is it now," I say caustically. Earning myself a glare from Jace while Skye high-fives me and the others fall to the floor laughing. Once they have pulled themselves together, Alec is the first one to break the silence since Jace is trying to get over the fact that a girl punched him and trying to repair his over-sized ego. "Who are you, and how can a mundane see us, let alone kill ten demons?" While saying this, Alec was studying me carefully. "Alec , don't be so dense, she is obviously not a mundie," Isabelle said to her brother. How stupid can these people possibly be? If I just killed ten demons with the ease of a professional than how the hell could I have been a mundane. Then I finally get a good look at the four people standing in front of me, particularly the girl standing next to Jace. She has bright red hair and green eyes. Clary. Instantly I felt a sense of loathing bubble up deep in my chest. She got away. She didn't have t grow up being corrupted by Valentine. The worst part is that Clary doesn't even know how lucky she is. There isn't any innocent blood on her hands. I'm snapped out of my reverie by Skye slapping me upside the head. "Hello? Anybody in there, An?" "What?" I ask very stupidly while rubbing the back of my head. "They asked who you were, stupid," Skye says quite unkindly. I look around and try to decipher the expressions. Alec has a calculating look on his face like he's trying to figure me out. Clary has a look a look of complete and utter bewilderment written plainly across her features. Isabelle also has a calculating look on her face that looks too much like her brother's for comfort, and Jace is still glaring at Skye and me. Burying my feelings like I have had to do for my father too many times to count, I face my sister with a smirk. "Well hello sister dearest, my mistake, I actually thought that you were smart." I turn to the whole group. "My name is Anastasia. Anastasia Morgenstern, and I am your dear Clary's sister." After I said that they each looked at the point of fainting or screaming bloody murder and running from the room and never looking back. "Also, I can kill ten demons easily because I was personally trained by Valentine my whole life." Their shock then transformed into disbelief. "Jace can't even do that," Isabelle shouted. The way they are sticking up for each other reminded me of my friends back in Idris. That's when it hits me, I will never be able to see them again and I will miss them, but I can't show these people my emotions. Like my father taught me, emotions are a weakness that your enemies can and will use against you. So expertly hiding my emotions like I have done countless times before, I reply, "Do I really care what Jace can or can't do?" "Well you should. No one can beat me because I am the best," Jace said cockily. "Well aren't you an arrogant jackass then?" I smirked and he completely lost it. Jace brought his fist back and punched me in the face. The whole room collectively gasped and Jace looked smug for having knocked me off my feet. Well he won't look that way for long. Before I land on the floor I do a back-handspring. Pull out one of my daggers and throw. It catches on Jace's shirt and embeds itself in the wall. No one even saw me pull out my seraph blade and run over to where Jace was pinned until I was standing in front of him, holding the blade roughly against his throat. "Don't ever hit me again unless you want me to take that pretty blonde head of yours clean off your shoulders." With that I pull my dagger out of the wall, punched him in the stomach and walked back over to stand next to Skyler. "Jace!" Clary yelped as she ran over to where he lay, crumpled on the floor, holding his stomach. "Sorry sis," I say harshly, "but someone needed to teach your boyfriend some manners." "I've never seen someone move faster than Jace, especially someone who doesn't even have their permanent runes yet," Isabelle said sounding astonished. The second she finished that statement, the conceal rune on the back of my neck started burning. (I can't see it but it was probably glowing too.) Slowly, the marks that covered my body began to appear. "Oh, I don't know about her not having runes," Skye says while the others for about the tenth time tonight look at me stunned.