Chapter 2 Cruel Man

Nobody said that life was fair

Time had went awkwardly.

Asmodeus had turned Simon human and Clary felt number then she ever had felt before.

She was at a cementary, together with Jocelyn, Luke, Alec, Isabelle and Magnus. J

ace had to report to Maryse and Robert, and Clary felt lonely without him. But she guessed it was for the best. Jace might have killed Jonathan out of anger. Right now, they were going to witness the rise of Jonathan.

The Clave would probably exile them for doing this, but this was her brother.

Clary hated Sebastian, but Jonathan however, she didn't knew if she could hate him. Magnus carried a bag or two full of pig's blood and there was something in Jocelyn's eyes. A sort of eager glint, yet at the same time her green eyes were filled with horror.

She was petrified.

Was he any different then he would have been? She wondered as she squeezed her daughter's hand.

The earth slowly began to tremble. The newest Daylighter would be born.

Vaguely, Clary had wondered if Simon would have liked to have a companion when he was a daylighter. Someone he wouldn't have felt lonely with. He must have had it tough, she guessed. But then again, the Shadow World was a hard one, especially with the Law.

The dry earth cracked, like a wrinkle on the face of an old, washed away lady.

Slowly, a hand seemed to appear.

Magnus stepped closer with the blood bags.

Alec felt worried that it had to be Magnus, but he guessed that after Jace, Magnus was the strongest of the whole group. At least strong in the sense of taking out Jonathan.

Jonathan slowly appeared out of the dirt, his white blond hair dirty and tousled from being under the dirty earth.

His green eyes were wild. Endarkened with blood lust.

He up and dusted from the cold, slightly frozen ground and leaped at Magnus.

Magnus held the blood bags and with claw like hands, Jonathan tore them away from him. He tore open the first bag with pig's blood and drank eagerly.

Clary felt like she might have thrown up. But she had seen it before, with Simon.

Magnus didn't seem disgusted or terrified.

He seemed curious more so, and he looked at the Daylighter with interest.

When he eagerly licked out the bag, Magnus held the second in front of him.

The second bag was torn open just as messy. It was almost like watching a documentary about predators on Discovery Channel, Clary noted. Only much, much more bloodier.

Jocelyn looked slightly awe'd at the thought that this was her son, her son who had a chance to be human. At least more human then he used to be.

The silverish strands of his hair were tipped with blood and dirt. His whole face covered in scarlet and brown with a slight paleness that was his own ghostly white skin.

Clary never thought she'd see him like this.

After this, she would probably puke her guts out and eat all the chocolate in the household to recover.

Isabelle blinked a few times.

She missed Simon terribly.

Seeing Jonathan rise reminded her of Simon. Both had been Night Children. Forever she would carry a weak spot for vampires. Esppecially Daylighters.

Jonathan had devoured all of the blood and was eagerly licking his wet, dirty hands away from the blood.

Very unhygenic, but it was as it was. He looked up with a small recognizing twinkle before he dashed away.

"Stop him!" Cried Isabelle. A newborn vampire on the loose, especially a Daylighter wasn't a very good plan.

Magnus sprinted after him, the others following. Luke was the fastest with his animalistic speed. He grabbed Jonathan's leg as the boy tried to climb over an hedge and the boy fell with his head against a gravestone. Blood trickled from his head and Jocelyn gasped.

Jonathan was unconscious.

The Clave was in an uproar of course. Sebastian a Daylighter?! Some were crying to kill him and to exile the Lightwoods.

Jia gritted her friends had put her in a nasty position. They had saved the world, but the culprit couldn't be punished.

"We will bring the boy here." She announced and some were crying in outrage. "We will question him and put him under constant guard." She knew she couldn't just kill him if he was under the Lightwoods protection and knew she couldn't exile them easily. If they managed to win from Sebastian, then who knows what else they could win from?! Jia absolutely didn't wanted a second war.

"Where's your sense of justice?!" Marieke Appelgroen, the head of the Utrecht Insitute cried out.

Jia's eyes narrowed slightly and she spoke clearly, "The Lightwoods saved us, it is impossible to exile them after what they did for us. We have to respect their wishes."

"Respect their wishes, respect their wishes?! You, are clouded by friendship! To hell with those traitors!" Haruka Shirabuki from the Isoko Institute yelled with a heavy Japanese accent.

"He's right!" Pin-Mei Tao, a half Shadowhunter from Jia's home country, China yelled.

Jia rubbed her sore temples.

After this she would take a nice, warm bath to the break of dawn. "

He's not!" Her daughter Aline yelled, in loyalty of her mother, even though she hated Sebastian.

"Enough!" Roared Jia with authority.

"The day after tomorrow he will be here, interrogated! That's the final judgement!" She said and the others all slumped against their seats.

This was going to be a rough week, she decided with a pounding headache.

They all were gathered around Jonathan, he seemed to be less monstrous. M

agnus had kept him over at the apartement and called them when Jonathan had said his name. He clearly remembered everything after a few bags of deer blood.

Jocelyn stood in the doorway.

"He's awake?" She asked softly.

Her voice called out to Magnus, who was lost in thought. He blinked a few times and regained his senses.

"Yes." He simply said and gestured for her to follow. J

ocelyn trailed behind him whilst Clary and Luke remained in the doorway.

They thought they might have needed some time alone.

Jocelyn looked at her son, who was currently cleaning his bloody mouth corners with a napkin.

"Jonathan?" She asked slowly before Jonathan looked up.

The boy's eyes became clouded with tears.

"Mother?"He asked as a lone tear made his way down.

Jocelyn rushed forward, and held him in her arms.

Slowly, her son began to cry. "I am sorry!" He said against her warm body.

He was ice cold, but that might be the vampirism.

She just simply held him, this was the son she had always wanted...

She rocked him back and forth.

She couldn't believe the gift she had received.

It was like all the hard ships in her life were praised with two beautiful, good children.

"It's going to be okay." She whispered whilst hoping to every angel that it indeed would be okay.

"No, it won't! Not after all the things I have done..." Jonathan felt like a small child, being safe in his mother's arms.

But he wasn't a small child anymore. He was everything but a small child. He was a monster. He had always wondered if he deserved to be loved, but he didn't.

He didn't deserved it at all. H

e knew wallowing in self pity was anything but deserving, but he hoped that she wouldn't hate him. A

part of him didn't wanted to be alone, even when he knew he deserved it. He wished he had died. He was worthless anyways. He was nothing but a vile monster.

Why had they saved him?!

Luke slowly stepped forward, placing his hand on Jocelyn's shoulder and looking at Jonathan.

There were only three people he had loved greatly in his life and thought he could never live without. Clary, Jocelyn and Valentine.

Here he saw all those three people in one. He looked so much like the man that used to be his parabatai, but he was not. In fact, he reminded him of Clary and Jocelyn with his green eyes. "

I am sorry about y-your s-sister." He slightly sobbed as he looked up. Regret filled Jonathan's veins. He hated the man he had become.

Luke's blue eyes were filled with a sadness of his own. Amatis...He had cared deeply for her. She was his sister. he could never forget about his sister. The one who raised him. But he couldn't hate Jonathan for it. The boy had been just as helpless as anyone else had been.

He nodded and said, "I know."

Jonathan looked at Clary who was in the doorway. Green met green.

"I'm sorry. About everything."Clary knew he was sincere. And she tilted her head.

"Don't worry about it. For now." She said as she tried to sound friendly.

She at least had to try to be nice. Even when she loathed his guts. The apartement flashed before her eyes and how she had faked friendship just as easily then.

She felt bile in her throat and looked down.

"The Clave will interrogate you tomorrow. They want to know if you truly have changed." She said to her brother, who simply nodded.

"Okay." He whispered. He would have turned himself in as soon as he could escape anyways. He knew many wanted him dead. He was one of them included.

He sighed and looked down. "Thank you." He said and Clary blinked, before nodding. "No problem." She said.

She couldn't say you're welcome. That would have been too nice. She wanted to throw up for being nice to him, but he was her brother.

Her real brother. She knew she should be nice. She knew she couldn't spend her time hating him. Why should she?

He wasn't the same.

He would never be the same.