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Chapter One
ONE YEAR LATER
"Do you see that boy, Clary?" Jonathan said, his dark eyes lighting up curiously as he regarded the young boy playing below. Clary nodded. At four, she was still learning about the world, but at a far faster rate than mundanes.
"He was father's back up plan. Now he is of no use to us. The Lightwood Institute has taken him in," Jonathan said, the contempt in his voice clear. Clary nodded again.
"What's his name, Jon?" she asked, tilting her head so she could get a better look at him.
"Jace, Jace Herondale," Jonathan said, "But he thinks that he is the son of Michael Wayland. Shadowhunters are stupid like that."
Clary giggled, spreading out on the grass, "But aren't we Shadowhunters, too, Jon?"
"We're different," Jonathan said, an almost caring expression on his face as he reached down to ruffle Clary's hair, "We're better."
TWO YEARS LATER (A/N Clary's six by the way)
"Venice is amazing!" Clary squealed, taking in the ancient wooden houses and flowering villas. Valentine smiled affectionately.
"Then it will be yours when our plan succeeds," he said. Clary frowned a bit.
"What plan?" Clary asked, her green eyes sparking with curiosity.
"World Domination of course," Jonathan drawled as he swung down from the ramp he was balancing on.
"You've been watching too much mundane television," Valentine scolded. Jonathan shrugged.
SIX YEARS LATER (Clary's twelve now)
"What are you drawing?" Jonathan asked, peering curiously over Clary's shoulder. Clary shielded his eyes with her hand.
"I don't know," she replied, her eyes narrowing with concentration.
"How do you not know what you're drawing?" Jonathan asked again, swatting Clary's hand away to look at the art.
"Is that a rune?" Valentine asked, striding up to examine Clary's work.
"It looks like it. I've never seen it before, though," Jonathan said uncertainly. He hated not knowing anything.
"I just thought about the ability to sing, since you took me to see an opera, and this came up in my mind," Clary said, making an edge thicker, "There! Finished!"
"See if you can create more," Valentine said, greedily examining the artwork, "Any useful ones."
ONE YEAR LATER (Clary's thirteen. Sorry if this is confusing)
"Whenever you use a seraph blade, you need to name it with an angel's name. Common names are Michael and Gabriel," Valentine said, holding out a blade to Clary, "Try naming the blade Gabriel."
"Gabriel," Clary whispered softly in awe as the blade lit up. Valentine smiled.
"You got that on your first try. That's very good. Now remember, you can never name a blade Raziel," Valentine said, continuing on with his lesson, "Angel Raziel is the one that created Shadowhunters. Naming a blade his name is a sign of severe disrespect."
Clary followed Valentine with her eyes, the forest green orbs wide with wonder, nodding every few seconds.
"Can I teach Clary some different types of grips?" Jonathan asked curiously. Valentine nodded.
"But don't show off," he said, smiling as Jonathan started brandishing his blade, named after Angel Jordan.
THREE YEARS LATER (Clary's sixteen. Again, sorry)
"Clary, Clary!" Jonathan whisper-shouted, gently shaking his sister's shoulder, "Wake up. It's almost midnight."
"What, Jon? I need to sleep," Clary said, sitting up with a groan and stretching. Jon motioned for silence. Clary stopped.
"Don't you ever think that Father is doing something wrong with his plan?" Jonathan asked. Clary titled her head to one side, contemplating.
"It seems reasonable to me," Clary said decisively, "But I still think it is unnecessary to kill everyone with Shadowhunter or Downworlder blood."
Jonathan snorted, "I meant driving out the demons afterward. Doesn't that make us just like Shadowhunters?"
"Sleep first. Talk morning," Clary grunted. Jonathan rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Lilith's going to be here any moment now. You have to be fully awake by then," Jonathan urged.
"Lilith? As in the first wife of Adam that was cast down by God?" Clary half screamed. Jonathan clapped his hand over her mouth.
"Yes. She's going to be here soon," Jonathan said, listening intently for any sound of Valentine waking.
"Father says that we can't trust her," Clary stated. Jonathan snorted again.
"I think Father's wrong. I want to do something without Father," Jonathan said, pacing lightly on the room. Suddenly, a green glow filled the room. Clary froze and clambered out of bed, grabbing her seraph blade. A woman slowly formed out of mist. She seemed normal at first, until she turned around and in the place of eyes where two snakes. Clary stared as the woman turned to Jonathan.
"My Child," she said is a voice that was surprisingly melodic and smooth. Clary expected some type of rasping.
"Mother," Jonathan answered, reverently bowing his head. Seeing this, Clary followed in suit, "This is my sister, Clarissa. The one I have been telling you about."
"Ah, come here," the woman, who was now identified as Lilith, gestured to Clary. Clary uncertainly tottered forward in arm's reach.
"You have angel blood in you, but also a darker side. You will make a good Lady by Jonathan's side," Lilith said, examining Clary.
"L-lady?" Clary stuttered a bit, uncertain.
"You have not told her, Jonathan?" Lilith asked.
"Lilith plans to make me a lord when we succeed. As my sister, you will be a lady, the Lady of Darkness," Jonathan stated proudly. It was obvious that he wanted Clary to be happy about it, so Clary plastered on a fake smile and nodded slightly.
There was a small banging noise and a curse.
"Father," Jonathan hissed as Lilith disappeared. Just then, the door to their shared room opened and Valentine stepped in.
"What are you doing up so late?" Valentine asked, peering around the room.
"Clary and I were just having a little chat," Jonathan said, the lie falling smoothly from his lips.
"Well, talk. Tomorrow is a Saturday anyway, so you can take a break," Valentine said, stepping out of the room and closing the door.
I'm almost finished Chapter Two. I'll try to update tomorrow.