-Chapter three-

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the mortal instruments characters.

Thankfully I do own Nickolas, Ben, and the rest of the demon crew!

Well, here we are at the start of a new chapter, hopefully it doesn't suck. Anyway, the new guy will not have a love interest and I'm pretty sure neither will Nick, unless you guys can convince me enough that he and Clary should end up together, maybe if you're lucky I'll write an alternative ending where the do end up together. Thank you so much for reviewing! It really does inspire me. So, we should be meeting Ben's love interest sometime in this chapter, hopefully you guys like him. Anyways, don't hate anyone yet! Just keep reading. Sorry it took so long, writers block is a bitch…. And so is school. Your guys' reviews turn me into a bumbling smiling idiot….thank you!

I winced and looked up and met that so handsome face and grimaced. His mismatched eyes twinkled with emotions, his dark shaggy black hair that went just a little below his ears. He cocked his head to the left and smirked. I took in his apparel. He was wearing tight formfitting leather pants, he had tight black t-shirt and biker boots, his wide mouth curved into a full smile as he took in my clothing.

"Glad to see some of my own clothing choices have…rubbed off on you." He looked pointedly at all the leather. I smiled.

"Well I figured with my line of business, it would start sooner or later." He shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know… I've met another Tarnishbol that didn't wear all the leather." My guards went up on full board, and I felt my face go blank and cold, I sensed ben's hackles raise from here.

"How-"

"How do I know about Tarnishbol and all that? Oh well hon, that's easy. I am a Yulbick after all." Shock over whelmed me. This was Thomas, my ex-boyfriend. I suddenly got a cold feeling that crawled up my stomach.

"I know this question is rather juvenile and could wait for another time but is that why you went out with me? because I'm a Tarnishbol?" his multi-colored gaze softened and a small smile tugged at his lips.

"No." I was about to ask why, but I could tell by the way he was holding his body that he wouldn't tell me even if I begged him. I looked away.

"Why are you here?" he smiled.

"I thought you had been told?" I had, I just wanted him to tell me, I looked at him and just stared. He shook his head. "Fine, I brought your bikes here, plus, I figured while I'm here, I might as well help." I took a step back and bumped into an equally stunned ben.

Nick? I sent down through the psychic link.

Yeah, I heard, no before you ask I had absolutely no idea. I looked at Thomas.

"Let's go inside and discus this more." He shrugged. As I turned, the door swung open to reveal Nickolas.

-jace's pov-

I watched as Clary and Ben went outside the door. As Clary stretched her arm out to close the door, I watched the smooth paleness of the flesh of her arm remembering when she had shown us her scars that had covered her like glitter covers a stripper. A dark feeling covered me, it was a feeling I hated, loathed with a passion because it meant I had done something wrong. It was guilt. I hadn't felt it when we were at the institute, but now it consumed every inch of me. I wanted to break down and beg her for forgiveness, but being who I am, that was definitely not an option. I looked around and watched as everyone was gathered around Taemon and Hamon depicting a story with something to do with a carnival, a demon and clary. Nick had the smile of a proud teacher. I don't know what exactly it was about him that I didn't like, it was probably jealousy, but I didn't know what it was. I watched as his face went suddenly serious. He turned his head to look out the door where Clary had just left. He flashed over there within a matter of milliseconds where it should have taken him about five seconds. The door opened from the other side all I saw was a tall man in front of Nick. I swear I am not gay, but even other guys can totally tell when there is some serious competition in the room. There was something off about the guy though, in his appearance. He looked up at us and I suddenly knew why, his eyes where miss matched. Nick turned to the side and I saw Clary talking quietly to the tall one behind her. Why can't you see clary? I still love you. Even though you've been through so much and endured as much as you have, and might not even be the same clary I fell in love with all those years ago….. I still have the ring box in my drawer.

-Clary-

Nick, let him in. I know you're pissed that he didn't say anything but let him in anyway. He might have some kind of information that is critical to this mission and many demon lives. His pupils were vertical little black slits and the purple of his irises darkened. He breathed deeply and I could tell he was trying to calm himself, I had a bad feeling. I put my hand on his shoulder and sent a power check through him. Because Nick is older and therefore has more power than I do I had to pump more power through the power check than he does for me. He blinked wide eyed. I met his eyes and he smirked. I shook my head and motioned all of us through the door way. Thomas was looking at us oddly.

"Hey guys, why don't you check out our bar, we have a new bartender who really knows his way around alcohol." Everyone headed toward the door eagerly. All except Jace.

"You're going to ask him about what's going on aren't you? I think we deserve to know what is said."

"Actually we were going to reminisce about the good old days when we had crazy orgies in the middle of super markets." Thomas said it as if an innocent child who couldn't imagine telling a lie. Ben snorted and Nickolas grinned. I face palmed. Jace snorted in disgust and ushered everyone out. I turned back to Thomas.

"What do you know?" He smirked and wrinkled his eyebrows.

"Know about what?" Thomas questioned still with that childlike innocence. I glared at him. It was the same glare I had used on the young demon recruits when I was in the demon version of an army. He smirked and shrugged. "Ah, well if you meant the large amount of demons then you should have just said so." My glare deepened. He poked my cheek. "Don't be mad." I looked at him and shook my head.

"Could you please take this seriously?"

"It's just a couple of extra lower demons roaming around, what's the big deal?" Thomas said nonchalantly.

"In the demon form of a military we are trained to treat any form of threat as a potential E.O.D. (End of Dimensions) Ever since that mix up with the demon Lucifer…" they just all nodded. Every demon knows about Lucifer, he was the definition of a cosmic fuck up.

"Fine, all we know is that the sudden increase of lower demons in this dimension isn't because something's been making more, we're still unsure of why they're everywhere but they are. You know why there can't be too many of one class, lower or upper demons." He was finally serious. I nodded.

"'If there are more than one class of demon on the earth dimension it could either alert the human population of our existence, be a sign of oncoming war, or something equally as bad.'" Every demon new that line, it didn't matter where or what you were you knew the codex. The fact that the Vanter had allowed this many lower demons exist on the earth dimension for this long was unusual. "So then is there nothing else that you know about this?" he sighed deeply, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'll try to find out more." I nodded.

"Do you know where the Healer is?" his eyes widened, and then he looked at nick. Nick avoided his gaze. What the hell?

"No, I have no idea. I'll try to find out more about all of this." And with that he disappeared.

"Yes, it was nice to see you too." Nick said to the empty space that Thomas had just occupied. I just rolled my eyes, what had that look meant? Ben whined. I looked over and saw ben's brown eyes go to brownish amber. I met nick's eyes. Whatever that look meant we really needed to find the healer.

The rest of the night went really uneventful; of course everyone but nick, ben and I were having the times of their lives. We drank, danced a little, and I mostly worried about what the future held for us. Would it be kind and have this only be a little thing, or would it be a bitch, and make us run around for our lives? The future was a hormonal bitch, promising you one thing and then it gets a mood swing and decides to throw you into the pit of hell. Where getting burned alive is an everyday thing. I could go on about how much getting tortured sucks or we could just move on.

The next morning I woke up at 3 in the morning. Which sucked. I am not, and never will be a morning person…demon…. Thing….you get the picture. I got up; put on a tank top and some black yoga pants. I put on my boxing gloves and started wailing on the punching bag. After that I went for a very long run that took about an hour of sprinting, which was nothing compared to what nick makes me do. When I got back I sharpened all of my knives and practiced knife throwing. After taking a nice hot shower I got dressed into white t-shirt and dark blue jeans. Ben walked with me to the grocery store again; I reached the huge super mart and glanced at Ben who was stretching out next to a bench.

"Are you coming with me or are you staying here?" he looked up at me and huffed, curling in a ball and closed his eyes. I rolled my own and walked into the huge store. The warm air was very nice. But I still had to solve to most important question I had this morning. What was I going to make for breakfast? As I walked through the store the mass amounts of decisions danced through my head, but I finally decided on pancakes. After I got all of the things I needed and paid for them I went to go find Ben, only to see him totally slobbering all over a total stranger. When I got to them I set down my bags. The stranger was good looking. He was about 6' 2" with blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

"I'm sorry is this your dog. He seems to have taken to me. I must apologize for petting him without your permission." His voice had a hint of a southern accent.

"Your quite far away from home aren't you?" I said smiling. "It's fine about petting him, he loves all the petting. I'm fine with it."

"I could say the same about you with the accent thing couldn't i?" I shrugged.

"I was actually born and raised here so…."

"Ah. Your dog is gorgeous." He said politely. I laughed.

"His name is Ben, and he's more his own dog than anything." Ben huffed and put his muzzle in my hand and gave me those puppy eyes that all dogs can do seemingly at will, I just laughed , shook my head and pet him.

"So what's your name?" he looked at me and smiled.

"My name is William. What's yours?" I smiled back at him.

"My name is Clary." For some reason totally unknown to me, I gave him my actual name.

"And what is your dog's name?" he started to pet Ben's shaggy coat lovingly.

"His name is Ben."

"Well clary it was good to meet you and your lovely dog Ben, but sadly I have to go, I am late for an appointment." He stood and brushed off himself.

"It was great to meet you too, Ben always loves to meet new people who are willing to pet him." he laughed. He started to walk, paused, and then turned around.

"I'll see you later." Just as I was about to ask what he meant a car alarm went off right next to us. My hand automatically went to my knives as I jumped and turned. When I turned back to look at ben, he was gone.

"Well that was very unusual." Ben gave me this look that clearly said, "Really? You don't say!" then he snorted and began to try to gnaw on my shoes. I rolled my eyes, grabbed the grocery bags and began my walk back with ben on my heels.

When I walked through the Institute doors I saw Isabelle wearing a very low cut pink tank top and short shorts, leaning over the table in the kitchen and trying to get Nick's attention. He was sharpening some of the knives from the armory here. Earlier he had been complaining about the dullness of the blades. I knew from experience that Nick takes his knives very seriously and Izzy would have no luck what so ever. I hid a smile as I walked into the kitchen and set my things down on the counter. Izzy walked up to me.

"So are you and Nick dating?" I looked at her. So she's not going to be a bitch as long as she wants something, got it. I internally rolled my eyes.

"No we are not together." I said putting the things to make pancakes and everything else on the counter.

"Really? I totally thought that you were. I mean look at me, he didn't even try to get a look." She whispered in my ear, it didn't matter if she whispered, he could hear her just fine. I rolled my eyes.

"We're not together.'' Nick said for clarification. Izzy turned bright red.

"What are you making?" She asked very quickly, desperately attempting to change the subject.

"Pancakes."

"Do you need help?" Izzy asked half serious.

"No. I remember your terrible cooking skills." Izzy pouted and went back towards the library.

"Was she that bad a cook?" Nick asked when she left.

"She's given all of us food poisoning at one point or another…even the cat. She's almost burned down the Institute more times than I can remember. She set Magnus' hair on fire. She tried to light the oven with dragon fire and disintegrated our stove…trust me there's more." Nick had a huge smile on his face.

"That almost reminds me of the beginning or your training. Remember when you attacked the demon with the wrong end of the blade and you ended up beheading it with the fork because you were convinced that your sword was defective." I face palmed.

"That's different. I was obviously delusional. That was right after you gave me the sword! You can't blame me…" I sighed then began to chuckle. "Remember when you made me walk on that balancing beam blind folded and practicing sword techniques? Remember how many times I fell off?" nick began to laugh out right.

"How could I forget that?" I sighed. Then looked at the counter of the kitchen there was something I was supposed to remember. I had put something on this counter not that long ago. Oh well, I'll remember at some point. I turned back to my pancakes and got started.

Slowly everyone started to wake up, after Izzy, Jace sauntered down. Magnus walked down in rainbow silk pajamas that I had gotten him for Christmas, I smiled. Alec was apparently still in bed.

"So what did you decide with that guy yesterday. Did you learn anything?" Jace asked lightly trying not to be angry.

"Not much we can tell you without the say so of the Clave." Nick answered quickly. I saw Jace's beautiful eyes darken. His features seemed to darken and get more chiseled. I looked away. Then at Nick. I was about to say something when a blood curdling scream pierced through the already tension filled room. Nick, Ben and I were the first up and running, we all skipped the old elevator and just bounded up the stairs. As we rounded the corner into Magnus and Alec's room, I was the first to see the poor bastard on his ass looking horrified at his closet. Magnus rushed past me and went to Alec then glanced up at the closet, paused and then proceeded to burst out laughing. I walked in prepared to be faced with anything only to see that all of Alec's previous hole ridden apparel had been switched with a bunch of what Taemon and Hamon would call casual wear, but everyone else, save Magnus, would call it ridiculous. Instead of baggy jeans there where skin tight leather pants in every color among other forms of pants, kilts, and shorts. The previous eyesore sweaters and shirts were now so many different forms of spandex, leather, and other things. I soon joined Magnus in laughing my ass off. After everyone had packed themselves in to the room they preceded in either joining the laughing off of assage or just standing there, shaking their head.

"How- How the hell?" Alec squeaked in total incomprehension. "Damn it Magnus! Did you do this?" Magnus just shook his head between gasps.

"No. I thought it was Clary, as a sort of 'I'm back!' gesture." I stopped laughing and looked at him.

"Ah yes, because I would so by a crap load of stuff just to freak him out then toss all the clothes out? No." Magnus grew worried.

"Then where did all of this come from?" I walked toward the closet and stopped short, taking a deep breathe in and I felt my eyes go demon. The strong sent of Farnishked covered the closet without a doubt I knew who this was. I felt a smile cross my face and took a second for my eyes to go back to normal then I turned around and faced the others.

"I know who did this." Nick met my eyes and a huge smile split his face.

"I didn't know they would do this."

"Oh, they would."

"Who?" Jace asked a little pissed.

"Why Taemon and Hamon of course." Magnus' face split horizontally from his huge smile.

"I like your new friends Clary." Alec looked at him horrified.

"I've seen them do something like this before; I suggest you not try to get anything new because as soon as you leave the store it will be something that looks like this. It's part of their spell." I motioned toward the clothes. "Also, if you tried to wear something of Jace's you'd just end up spreading it to him." Jace gave his parabti a look.

"Alec you're like a brother to me but no." Alec looked crushed and grabbed all the clothes and attempted to just throw them all out the window, we just sat back and watched the rainbow go flittering down the building, he jumped up and down.

"What! Who's bad! I am that's who!" I turned and looked inside the closet and covered my mouth. He looked inside the closet and looked as if someone had flayed a puppy and then nailed it in his closet. "Why do they hate me?" he gave me hurt eyes.

"Oh no. this is a sign of friendship. Trust me." Nick snorted. "Nick, shut your face." Everyone else looked confused, I just rolled my eyes. "Don't ask."

"How long will this last? Is it for forever? Oh god my parents." I walked over to the closet and lifted my hand to about an inch away from the frame. I felt the sizzle of power against my skin. Each person's power feels different. Taemon had been the one to actually do the spell, but my guess would be that Hamon had actually come up with the plan. I automatically could tell that I could break this spell easily, but what would be the fun in that? From the strength of this spell and how many layers of protection power around the spell I could tell that it would only last about a month.

"Calm down, you'll only have to wear these clothes for about a month; I got it for about five. That was horrible." Nick smiled at the memory and I threw him a death glare for good measure. I had dressed in glittery leather that glowed in the dark and rode my hips like a determined bull rider and a shirts that would have made a stripper blush, it had been horrible, and you couldn't wear a jacket over it or else it would magically disappear or get ruined. I flicked through the clothes they had come up with and started to laugh. It was a huge wardrobe of leather, spandex, chains, feathers, sparkles, latex, and other….interesting materials. I looked alec.

"I am so sorry." He looked through them as well and seemed to get paler and paler. "You might want to sit down." He nodded and sat right in front of the closet and turned his back to it.

"Will you live?" Nick asked, alec looked up at him not really registering him.

"Well, alec, you're gonna have to get up, 'cause we gotta investigate." He looked up at me.

"You don't need me, right?" I just gave him a look, he pouted. "I'll be down in a few." I looked to Magnus who had begun to rifle through the clothes and hold them up to himself.

"Taemon and Hamon would be more than flattered if you asked them to do the same to a closet; in fact I'll give you there number." I held up my hand and brought my thumb to my first and middle finger, in a blue and purple flash of sparks a business card filled the empty space in between. I held it out to a wide eyed magnus.

"Did they teach you how to do that?" He asked right as I was just about to the door, I turned to him and the rest of them in the room.

"No, I taught them how to do that."

-jace-So not only were her new 'friends' mainly all men but she had also messed with magic? What had happened to her in the years we had been apart? I am so stupid. She gets back and I assume things would just pick up the way they had been before. They'll all leave you. I can almost imagine it. Me, alone in a shack on the outskirts of the glass city, with only a sword and decapitated demon I'll name bob and talk to. Why did I keep getting so mad? I think I do have a good reason for being pissed, but I can take care of my emotions a hell of a lot better than what I've been doing. And the Institute doesn't seem the same anymore.

-Nick-

You're going to have to tell her eventually, nick. Ben's voice drifted through my mind as I stared at Clary as she walked away. I could feel her demon growing in her head more and more. They hadn't even merged right. That girl was fucked up seven ways till Sunday and the worst part was she didn't even know it. I had to tell her and I would eventually. I'll tell her when we find the Healer….again…..

-Clary-

Everyone's hiding something, and I wish I knew all their secrets. All I did know was that I'm a demon, along with Nick and maybe Ben, Jace is pissed, Izzy is being bitchy, Simon isn't around too much and Magnus keeps looking at me like he wants to talk to me but never actually does. And Alec just keeps trying to wear the curtains, which just keep on disappearing and reforming over the windows. We all sat in the living room in absolute silence and awkwardness. Not being able to stand it anymore I declared I was going for a walk and left with only Ben. I walked to my favorite place in New York. It was a secluded area that no one ever went to. It was medium size space that was covered clovers and there were a couple trees that surrounded the circle. I lay down in the middle using Ben as a fluffy oversized pillow. As I laid there I started to doze off.

"Well, little spark, what will we be doing today?" The echo of what had happened so long ago in those dungeons still rang through my head. That damned torturer had always called me his little spark. I remember just hanging there in the center of the room suspended by barbed wire wrapped around my shoulder. He'd appear behind me and push me back and forth for hours. Calling out,

"Is this really as much as you can take, little spark? That's pathetic." He would scream at me and tell me things about my family and how my father had conspired with him at one point, how I was just like him if not worse. The list of things he had told me that would make you want to personally scorch your eardrums could go on forever. I had dreamed of him over and over, of different sessions we had had between the cellars and Hell. This particular one was when he injected me with silver. Silver hurts like acid for demons. It won't kill us but it hurts when applied to our blood stream. He had injected enough for me to be past shrieking limits and was reduced to a lump on a chair that would just sit there and whimper, he hadn't even bothered to tie me down that's how bad it was. Then at one point he started to inject me with angel blood which should have been like drinking drain-o (which would be suicide for humans) but was more like it was just pumping that through my bloodstream (probably worse than acid). It was a miracle that I was alive after all he had put me through. Even he had admitted that, he had even told me that he had been the first torturer ever in creation. And that no one had ever lasted through what he had put me through, and that no one should be able to and still be able to function the next day. But I remember sitting there with that shit pumping through my veins, tears running down my face and blood streaming down one corner of my mouth and just wishing someone would just end it, whimpering whenever a small gust of hot and humid air would barely brush my skin. Then he brought out the cart and –

I bolted upright and was face to face with Jace. He looked panicked and worried.

"Are you alright?!" I looked around to see Ben whimpering and licking my face. "Oh, yes that's what everyone wants when they wake up from a nightmare, a face full of dog slobber." Ben huffed and flopped back down.

"Are you okay?" A totally worried Jace was looking at me. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a dark blue hoodie his golden blonde hair was ruffled and his face looked seriously worried. "That must have been some dream. Look at your arms!" I looked down and saw red rivulets of blood on my arms, like I was trying to claw something out of my arm.

"I'm fine, it was just a nightmare from one of my sessions in the Cellars." He looked so sad and broken. His eyes met mine and I could tell that those past six years must have been really hard on him. Part of me was glad that I hadn't been the only one with the totally fucked up past few years. I put my hands on his shoulders. "I'm fine, it's okay. I'm not there anymore. It's okay."

"I should have been there. I should have defended you. You shouldn't have had to go through all that. I shouldn't have just assumed you had run off." His head fell and he crushed me to his chest. I felt my shoulder become wet and knew he was crying. I petted his head.

"It's okay. I'm glad it had been me and not you. I would have scoured the world to look for you. I am so glad that you didn't have to go through what I did."

"I was so stupid. I am so sorry. I am so so so sorry." He started sobbing. I lifted his face to mine and put my forehead next to his.

"It's okay. I am glad things worked out the way they did or else I wouldn't have met Ben or the others. Or have become such a kick ass Shadowhunter." He smiled and put a hand on my cheek. His eyes became sad. "I am so sorry." I smiled.

"I'm not. Yeah it sucked. A lot, but without it I wouldn't be the person I am today."

"Yeah, but I still should have been there…" I just shook my head.

"Something I've learned is that the past is the past, there isn't much point in dwelling on it if there's nothing you can do about it and dwelling will just cause nightmares." he nodded, now if only I could take my own advice.

The walk back to the institute was a lot longer due to the awkward silence that was like a black hole that couldn't be filled. We walked side by side with Ben at my heel. We got to a really crowded street, which was not uncommon in New York, but I got a really bad feeling. I walked behind Jace as we maneuvered our way through the street. I felt my jacket get grabbed and I looked up to meet hungry eyes. The same hungry eyes that I still had nightmares about.

"Well, little spark, odd finding you here." He looked like he was in his forties and if you didn't know any different or look in his eyes you'd think he was just a regular working man. He wore a jean jacket with a green polo shirt under and jeans with work boots, not to mention a golf hat. I froze. Ben didn't notice and just kept walking behind Jace. I tried to say something but all I could get through were whimpers. He put his hand over were my brand is and did something. A sharp flaming pain flared from it and I felt as if he had just ripped every nerve I had out and was electrocuting them. I screamed and fell to my knees. I was still looking him in the eye when he smirked, tipped his hat and began to stroll away. I doubled over and began to vomit. I looked up and saw Jace still, turn and his eyes met mine they widened and he began sprinting toward me. I whipped my face and I found that I had been vomiting blood. Then I blacked out.

"….didn't see anything?"

"….kept walking….so stupid…..damn it…..why…" why the hell can't I get up? I can only hear pieces of their conversation.

"I can help." That was nick; I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"We need all the help we can get, Jace." That was Magnus. There was silence and then I felt Nick's piano player fingers stretch over my forehead. He whispered in my ear in Tronich, a tree people kind of demon kin.

"Wake up." I tried to send a message down our psychic tunnel but it was blocked. I felt a cool burst of power spread from his hand and it went into my head. I jumped up and found that I had shifted mid jump, and my claws were what kept me stuck to the ceiling. I looked down and saw Nick, Ben and Magnus. Magnus looked stunned and fell back on his but when I dropped gently down onto the bed. I met his eyes and lay down with my head on my paws. I looked at nick. He had forced my change in order to make my powers really activate and kick whatever had made me knock out so hard. I crawled under the thick blankets and shifted back to my human form. When I reappeared redressed in my black tank top and black spandex short shorts Magnus was still deathly pale.

"What-…how-…..I don't-…the fuck-…..huh?" I looked at him.

"Do you honestly want the whole truth?" Magnus looked considering.

"Yes, but if I say stop, stop please." He looked at me worriedly.

"You won't have to tell me twice." I looked at Nick. He raised an eyebrow.

"We are demons." I blankly stated. Magnus' eyes widened.

"Demons like how?" Nick and I looked at each other and took a deep breath in.

About an hour later Magnus was just about cross eyed and I was tired.

"So how old are you?" He looked at me as though expecting me to grow another head.

"On earth I am twenty-four. In total from all the other dimensions I am a lot older." He nodded.

"And you?" he looked at nick and I snickered a little.

"I am very old on earth. I was born in the year of 1700." Magnus snorted.

"You are not that old; when you were born I had already given your great great grand pa for a spin or two." Nick just snorted and shook his head. I adjusted and something felt off. I tried to half shift but I couldn't, it was as if my demon was locked away, I could still feel its presence but I couldn't tell where exactly the demon part of me was, and apparently I wasn't even fully turned right .

"Nick. If I didn't know better. I'd say that the Torturer locked away my demon." Nick's eyes narrowed and he walked over to me and smacked his hand on my forehead a rush of power flowed through me again.

"your right, the bastard. I don't even know if you can crack this or just wait for it to wear off, and based on how much energy he spent on it I'd say that it will take a week or two. "

"But we don't have that kind of time!"

"I know, trust me I know. That's why both Ben and I will be looking all over this huge city for the healer."

"I'm joining and there is nothing you can say about it, my demon may be pushed in the farthest corners of my mind but it's still there, it's still a part of who I am." Nick just looked at me and sighed.

"You have to stay here, I'm sorry but you have to understand without your strength and the torturer strolling the city I can't chance you out and about." I shook my head.

"No, you have to understand. I could fight as well as I do now before I got my powers. I barley even use them! I figured something like this was going to happen so I figured it would be better not to be so dependent on my powers. I've been training for this ever since before they let me out the first time. That creature has been the main figure of my nightmares since I was first brought down to the cellars." Nick just looked at me.

"And even with your powers you couldn't fight against him. Your fear of him will either be your strength or your downfall. You need to train. Train as hard as you can and then times that by one hundred." He turned and reached for the door knob.

"How do you even know the healer really exists? He could just be a fairy tale! How do you know he's real?" he didn't turn around he just rested his head against the door.

"Because he created me." and then he walked through the door. How could that be possible? The Healer wasn't even exactly demon how then could he create a demon? Damn, why hadn't he mentioned this earlier? It may have saved us some time. I jumped up from the bed with the same amount of grace I usually had. This means I'm lucky the only thing to fall on was the bed. Damn, good thing I hadn't really gotten used to the power of the demon or else this would be a lot worse. I caught myself right as I was about to crash to the floor and flipped toward the door. Magnus just stared wide eyed.

"No, you can't be out of bed right now! Clary!" I dashed through the hall and heard him run after me. as I got to the spiral stairs I jumped over the edge of the railing and through the middle. I landed on the balls of my feet in a crouch. Crossed my arms in front of my face and went with the momentum and did a summersault into the hallway I could hear Magnus hot on my heels as I jogged a slow jog then bolted full speed, which looked literally like a blur of red, and grabbed nick by the shoulder before he grabbed the door handle to lead out of the institute. Everyone was there. Jace, Thomas, Alec, Magnus, Izzy, Ben, and even mom and Luke all of us in the front hallway.

"I know how to find the healer!" I yelled at nick. He turned to me with wide eyes.

"You couldn't possibly know how to do that. There isn't a way in the whole existence of everything living and non-living." I shook my head.

"Remember when after….the second time they sent me to war?" Nick nodded. "Well I was caught at one point by the Narmerans." Nick's eyes widened and he gasped. Thomas went stark white. " I pretended to be a low low…..uh you know what, and let them beat me and torture me to try to gather as much information as I could. At one point I saw them summon a you know what with the blood or next to blood of the you know what. I saw how they did the ceremony, and understand how to do it. so that is how we summon the Healer." He looked at me, very conflicted.

"Do you think you could even with what happened with….?" He meant with what happened with the torturer. I thought about it for a minute then met his eyes.

"Yes." He looked at me for a minute then down to Ben who just stared blankly at us. I could tell that he was losing himself more and more each minute. Damn it. If this didn't work I don't think he'll last the two weeks it will take for the spell to vanish. My eyes started to sting and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying as I walked away past the crowd of people who had become strangers.

I headed to the sparing room and removed the pads from the floor and set them leaning on the wall. I walked to the weapon room, which was right next to the sparing room and grabbed a dagger. The blade was the size of my hand and grew thinner as it got closer to the tip. The handle was black with intricate carvings of demons. There was something very odd about the demons but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. And the dagger felt very right in my hand. There was a hum of energy.

"Are you almost ready?" said magnus as he strolled through the door he stopped and paused. "What-"

"Come on we haven't got all day!" izzy stomped in followed the rest. "I'm planning on going shopping so I don't have time to wait." Magnus looked at me and I gave the barest shake of my head and he turned away to go besides alec who was dressed in black leather pants and a black and red tight vest. He also had a thick leather collar. He had obviously looked for the darkest clothing he could find. Nick and ben walked in last. Ben ran in and skids on the wooden floor and slid into the wall. I just shook my head. Nick walked in front of me.

"I'm very nervous. You are very lucky that I trust you, because if I didn't I'd have already shifted and took off. Of course I would have done so in a very manly fashion." He was joking and his accent was getting thicker and thicker, he was very nervous indeed. I was just lucky that he had half a mind to whisper and not shout out that he was going to shift in the midst of very agitated shadowhunters. I just shook my head and grabbed some chalk we noble demons usually always have on us just in case we need to cast something. Our chalk is not the average day chalk. Sure we use about the same ingredients but we also have some demonic spices to give it some kick. It shaped traditionally but at the end there was a metal holder that had different depictions on it that ended in a point.

I drew out the different runes and sigils in a circle around Nick then one next to him and just in case I put a capture ring around it so we could hold the healer inside. Then I drew the line made of the four strings of incantation and we were almost good. I went over all of the sigils and runes and the strings double checking everything, a mistake could cost me not only my life but nick's as well. After checking everything six times I was absolutely sure they were absolutely perfect. I stepped in front of nick. I held his right hand in my left. I looked in his eyes.

"First I'm going to have to cut your hand or arm to spill kin blood. Then I'm going to chant and he will appear. I already put a capture ring around the spell just in case. Questions? Comments? " he looked weary.

"What about when you cut me and they see that I don't exactly bleed the same color as they are used to?" he spoke in Russian. I shook my head.

"I've already done a glamour. I also did a glamour on some of the words I'm going to say." I replied in Swahili. He nodded. He smiled.

"I've gone into battle how many times? And this spell has probably made me more nervous than any of the times. How sad." He sounded very ashamed and furrowed his brow and kept his eyes on the floor. I gripped his hand harder.

"You are used to battle. Even when you were human. You have rarely needed to do an incantation. And don't you ever feel ashamed for being nervous. If you do then I'll just have to kick your ass until your more ashamed about getting your ass kicked by your student then some spell." he smiled.

"As if. I take your challenge." His smile grew bigger when mine faltered.

"I'm going to start." He nodded. I drew the blade across his forearm and as the blood began to flow I dipped my fingers in in and made three parallel lines on either side of my face, I dipped them again and drew sigils on the backs of my hands then on the palms. He had already started to heal so I had to cut again and drew a sigil in his forehead and one on either side of his face. I rasied my blood covered hands and began the chant.

"IN THIS DIMENTION AND IN ALL THE OTHERS, I SUMMON THIS YULBICK'S CREATOR. FROM THIS DIMENTION TO ALL OTHERS, FROM NOBLE TO LOWER DEMON DIMENSIONS. YOU CAN NOT HIDE FROM ME!" My vision switched and I began to see glimpses of all the dimensions, from the purple dimension of under to the fire wasteland of hell. I began this chant in katlixt, which is an odd mix of every language of the dimensions. I felt the pressure growing in the room and I heard gasps from the others and ben whined. I continued the chant seven times and each time the pressure and power in the room grew by a million pounds by the end it was hard to keep standing because of the pressure. There was a loud pop and all the power and pressure rushed into me and I was on my knees.

"YOU CAN NOT HIDE FROM ME!" there was a bright light that quickly grew from the other circle. It grew so light it became unbearable. Then all the lights went out. And there was a quick pause before the circle just about exploded in color, smoke and noise. When the smoke cleared there he was.

Clary was going to do a spell? How could she do a spell she's not a downworlder? I didn't think that it was possible for shadowhunters of any level to be able to do spells. I turned to Clary and Nick. I heard him speak in Russian and Clary responded in Swahili. I paused and looked at Nick, and then Alec and I looked at each other. I guess Clary had forgotten that the two of us speak fluent Russian.

-A/N-

Thank you for reading! Hopefully you liked it! Criticisms, comments, and complements will be greatly appreciated. It's actually really sad how much I enjoy reading the reviews… Hopefully the next the next chapter won't be so long to write. It was just a really bad combo of school then brake then sickness and writers block. It was just all bad and I'm really happy this chapter is done. And now I know what I'm going to do for the next chapter…kind of….anyways like I said hopefully the next chapter is easier and a better read. Let me know how this went! I am so sorry that it took so long and hopefully the next one won't, and if it does I am sooooo sorry. Let me know if this sucked and tell me why and what I could have changed. Thank you for reading and please respond!