Clary found herself surrounded by a silence that sent chills down her spine. Everywhere around her, everything her eyes could see was pure whiteness. Sparkling white, diamond-like floors spread out beneath her shaking legs - though when she reached down to touch the unusual material her hand went straight through the surface; like how a knife cuts through soft butter. Snatching her arm away, she stood back up. How odd...she questioned. She took three steps forward. The substance below her was as vaporous as a mist to the touch, but when she walked across it Clary found that it held her weight perfectly fine. She could even hear soft thumping noises as she walked. Looking above her at the sky, she noticed it too was equally as white and pristine as the floor. The air around her was thick and foggy and everywhere she looked it smudged her vision. Clary couldn't make out any buildings anywhere, nor were there trees or any other kinds of nature. It was as she'd fallen off the face of the earth into a colorless abyss.

Then Clary heard a distant voice, shouting her name. It echoed in her brain, as she picked out who the voice belonged too. Jace. "Clary!" He called out to her. "I can't find you, Clary! Where are you? Can you hear me?"

Cupping her mouth with both her hands, Clary screamed back. "Jace! I'm here! I'm here! Where are you?!"

"Clary?"

"Yes!"

"Is that really you!?"

"It's me, now where are you? We need to get out of here." Clary started moving forward across the transparent floor, using her hands out in front of her as a way to push past the dense fog. She searched all around, hoping to see a small glimpse of Jace's bright, golden eyes. But she didn't. "Jace?!" She cried out again, but she didn't hear a response this time. "Jace?" She said more to herself this time. Still no response. Then she began to feel her feet fall through the floor. Scrambling to get a grasp on something - anything - Clary began to feel herself slipping further and further into the misty substance. She screamed loudly, hoping that somebody would hear and rush to pull her free.

She felt as if a rope had been lassoed around her feet and was slowly dragging her down into nothingness. The mist had now swallowed her whole to her shoulders and she knew that there was no chance of escape. Holding her breath, Clary squeezed her eyes shut waiting for it to be over. Then she heard a call and saw Jace running - no - flying towards her with great white angel wings that folded across his back when he landed by her head. He reached for her hand and hoisted her up; lifting her from the heavy substance. It took a lot of effort as it didn't seem to want to let her go, like a child being pried away from its favourite toy, but eventually after a big tug, Jace pulled her free from its icy grip. She looked down and watched it ripple angrily; like melted silver - bright and clear, before it shifted back into a transparent, surface that held both her and Jace steadily.

"Are you okay?" He asked her.

Clary turned to look at him, and sighed a breath of relief. He looked beautiful. Golden hair glinted in the reflections of the sky, and fell on his forehead. He lifted a hand to push it away, and then trapped her wide-eyed gaze with his. He seemed to be studying her as well. His eyes shone; sparkling and Clary ran forward and hugged him to her. He wrapped his arms protectively around her and kissed the top of her bright hair. Her hand reached out and stroked one of his folded wings. It's soft feathers on her skin sent a calmness through her body, and she sighed into his shoulder.

"You have wings." She smiled at him, after breaking their hug.

He nodded at her. "So do you." Clary stared at him; confused. Jace reached behind her and stroked her silky feathers that made up her white wings; exactly the same as Jace's but smaller. She noticed that she could feel his hand stroking them, meaning that they were somehow connected to her nervous system. Walking behind Jace, she lifted his white t-shirt to take a closer look. The feathers flowed straight out of his skin.

"But...I don't understand? How?"

"I don't know, but you have to try them out! Look!" He cried leaping into the air and soaring high into the mist. He laughed warmly, and she smiled. Clary had missed the sound of his laugh; desperately. Just as she was about to take flight she felt that same rope feeling dragging her down into the silvery, stuff that now surrounded her. She tried screaming out to Jace, but her voice didn't seem to work. She tried screaming again, but nothing was working. The mist was pulling her down much faster that it had the last time and she knew it wasn't giving up until it swallowed her entire body. Clary tried lifting her arms on the surface around her to hoist herself up, but that didn't work. Her hands just went straight through the mist. She saw Jace high up in the sky, soaring this way and that. He hadn't noticed her, and she knew he wouldn't unless he heard her.

The mist was back at her neck and swarmed over her frightened features. Clary held a deep breathe before being sucked down into nothing. She didn't know how long she was down there. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours. All time had seemed to slow around her as she fell. Her eyes were tightly closed and she held her breath.

Clary fell in a heap onto a hard rocky floor. Opening her eyes, she looked around at her current location. The floor was dark red color and was sharp and twisted. A velvety black sky surrounded her like a soft blanket. She tried standing but her legs crippled beneath her and she fell back to the floor with a loud thud. Suddenly she heard a soft 'whooshing' sound and she looked up. A young man flew towards her; a grin spreading on his sharp features. The white hair stood out against the harsh atmosphere, and black eyes stared into her emerald ones. His black, silky wings were lifted high above his head as he floated a few feet above the rocky ground. Sebastian.

"Clarissa," He said, landing with a careful grace beside her. "Why are you on the floor. Come." He smiled evilly at her and held out his hand to help her get back on her feet. She took it hesitantly and it was pleasantly cool in hers. Sebastian lifted her up but didn't let go of her hand so she pulled away. He frowned slightly but replaced it with a devilish grin.

"Where are we, Jonathon? I need to get home." Clary said shuddering. He placed a hand on her arm; just above her elbow.

"You're here already. And my name is Sebastian. You know that" He told her motioning around them with his free hand. He pointed in a different direction and she turns to see two glistening golden thrones; placed high above many steps - encrusted with diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and sapphires. She gazed in awe. It was beautiful. "Do you like it?" He whispered in her ear; his voice low and seductive. Clary felt a chill wash through her. "The second throne is for you, you know. I had it forged so it would fit your small physic perfectly." Sebastian runs a hand up her legs and rests it on the curve of her bottom.

"No. You're my brother. I can't. Stop it."

"Yes. I am your brother, and you are my sister. Brother and sister; the last of the Morgenstern's. We will reign over all as King and Queen of the demon and angel realm. Over both heaven and hell." He turned her around so that she is facing him. His eyes are filled with lust as he took her frightened features in. Sebastian cupped her face with his hands and leans into her breathing a calm sigh. "My Queen," He whispered before lifting her up into his arms and meeting his lips with hers. Clary stayed completely still for a second and then pushed him off her. She started backing away.

"No! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! I am not your Queen Jonathon. I'm not!" She started running, but he caught up with her easily. He pulled her back to him by the waist and flipped her over his shoulder. She started thumping at his hardback; clad in a black t-shirt. "Let me go! Let me go Sebastian or I swear to the gods I'll-"

Sebastian plopped her down and she saw that she is sitting on her golden throne. Clary scrambled to get off, but invisible ropes held her tightly. She screamed in vexation. Sebastian ducked down lightly, his angered gaze meeting with hers. "You will listen, and you will obey. There is nowhere to go now. This is your home and you shall stay here with me."

"Jace!" Clary sobbed. "Jace, please come and help me." She folded her wings around her middle; cocooning herself into a ball of misery. She was still unable to leave her sparkling throne.

"Your angel boy isn't coming to save you now dear sister. You belong to me." He stroked her wings and parted them so he can see her pale face; damp with fresh tear streaks. "You're mine."

"Please," She whispered, more to herself than to him.

Sebastian smiled and touched her cheek softly. Surprisingly the gesture was rather comforting and Clary leaned into his hand.

"We are King and Queen now. Together, forever."


Sebastian caressed Clary's hair, and his fingertips disappeared into the bright red curls; as if they were melting in a blazing fire. She had been sleeping rather peacefully for three hours - more than had the past two days they'd been here together. He leaned down and pressed a firm kiss on her forehead and wrapped his free arm around her waist. The duvet covered them and a gentle heat sparked between their bodies as he pressed himself closer to her. This was the only time Sebastian was ever able to touch her - when she was fast asleep and she had no idea. He knew that she was not aware of her effect on him. No. He knew that she thought he only wanted her to spite Jace. But it was so much more than that. He cared for his sister with a deep passion that filled him up whenever he looked at her. She was a definite beauty; a beacon of hope in this world of chaos and madness.

He watched her chest rise and fall and he was so happy to have her alive; breathing calmly beside him. Clary began to stir a little and he lifted him up so that he could get a better look at her. She was mumbling something under her breath in her sleep. She started saying it louder and louder until he was able to make out what she was saying.

"Jace. Jace. Jace. Please help me, Jace." Her lips trembled when she said his name. Of course, she'd be dreaming of him. Sebastian frowned slightly and placed a hand upon her bare shoulder. It was hotter than he would have expected. He shook her gently.

"Clary?"

"No. Stop it, Jonathon." She shuddered.

What?

he'd definitely heard her say, Jonathon. Him. Sebastian. She was dreaming of him as well? Sebastian smiled and continued listening to his sisters sleep talking. "I'm not Queen. Stop it, please stop it. NO!" She suddenly screamed and he knew that he had to wake her up. He shook her slightly harder but she refused to wake so he slapped her cheek, instantly regretting it when the red mark began to appear followed by a small bruise - shadowhunters injures appear much quicker than mundanes which is why the bruise came up a lot faster than normal. Gladly his blow seemed to have done the trick and Clary sat bolt upright, her hair sticking to her sweaty forehead; panting at a rapid pace as if she had forgotten how to breath again. Slowly but surly her breathing calmed and she lay back down onto the bed.

"What was your dream about?" Sebastian asked, intrigued. She shook her head and turned to look at him.

"None of your concern, brother." She spat. Clary touched her warm cheek from where he'd hit here and winced a little. "I need a stele," She said bluntly stroking the bruise gently.

"Here, let me," Sebastian said, pulling a stele from under the bed and reaching out towards her. She flinched away from him and glared.

"Don't touch me. I am perfectly capable or marking myself." She said tensely. Without replying, he handed her his stele, but watched carefully as she marked the inside of her thigh. Clary's bottom half was still bare, with only her panties covering herself up. She had hidden her chest in a soft t-shirt she had found on the floor. Clary must of thought it was one of hers, he thought to himself. She would never have dreamed of wearing his clothes if she knew. Sebastian watched as the iratze rune swirled on her soft, pale skin. Sebastian's eyes shifted from her thigh to her crotch area and he noticed a wet patch clear as anything on the thin fabric. It must have been where he'd touched her earlier before they'd fallen asleep. He felt himself harden at the thought of his sisters flushed face, begging him to stop as he'd plunged his fingers inside her.

God, she'd been so tight. So wet. He'd wanted to take her there and then, but he'd somehow managed to control himself. Maybe it was the way her emerald green eyes filled with tears, or how her body shook uncontrollably when his hands had run up and down her sides. Sebastian closed his eyes, dreaming of touching Clary's creamy skin, and her touching him back. He hardly noticed that she was no longer in the bed with him until he reached over to stroke her leg and she wasn't there. Sebastian's eyes snapped open and searched the room. She wasn't here. Cursing aloud he rose from the bed, only wearing dark red trousers that he'd worn to dinner. He walked out of the room, trying to sense where she had disappeared too. Then something snapped in his brain.

That little...

He stalked back into there room where he found Clary finishing off the portal she'd just created on the wall. Sebastian ran forward before she could step through and slammed his body into hers. They both tumbled to the floor and she screamed in annoyance; kicking and thrashing.

He stood up and threw a crumpled piece of paper lying on the desk through the portal. He knew that having something travel through it would be the only was to close it. The swirling vortex slowly faded from sight about half a minutes later. Sebastian turned back to Clary with a sour expression. "You tried to escape." He said.

"Yes." Was all she replied.

"Why?" He asked not really knowing why he asked it. He already knew her answer.

"I think you know."

"You will grow to love me, Clarissa. I know you will."

"And that just proves that you actually don't know me at all. I'm good Sebastian. I am a good person. I don't want to be here with you and your pet slaves. I want my family back."

"I'm your family."

"My real family."

"I'm your biological brother. You can't get more real than that." Clary doesn't reply. Instead, she sighed, laid back onto the floor and fiddles with the stele. Sebastian strode forward and snatches it out of her grasp. She doesn't even protest. Pocketing it he turned back to her. His eyes moved to her inner thigh, and he reached out and parted them so that he could inspect the rune she'd marked herself with.

It looked eerily similar to the iratze healing rune, though the lines were dead straight instead of curved. Sebastian had forgotten about his sisters special ability with runes. He mentally cursed himself for being such a fool. His fingers traced her rune and he saw he shiver from his touch. She was probably thinking of how he'd touched her the night before. "What does it do?" He asked her.

"Make me invisible,"She replied.

"What about the Mendelin rune?" He questioned.

"That rune is only effective to mundanes, and some demons. I considered it, but since you are not a mundane and you are only part demon, I couldn't risk it."

"So this turns you invisible to our kind as well?" He asks impressed. He's never seen a rune like it.

"No. One you are not part of my kind, and two it doesn't. It isn't my strongest rune. It didn't keep me invisible for long, and it can still be seen by Nephilim. Seeing as you are not a child of the angel, you could not see me."

"When did my baby sister get so clever?" He laughed trying to lighten the mood. Her face still stared numbly at the wall; her voice still monotone.

"I've always been clever. You just haven't taken the time to get to know me." She replied. He shifted uncomfortably.

"Right. Well, you should probably shower. I'm taking you out today. It's half nine now. Be ready by quarter past ten." Sebastian kissed her lips softly and watched her get up and walk slowly to the bathroom. Once she locked the door he took out his dick and stroked himself thinking of her hot and tight around him.

He needed her so badly that it was painful but had had to restrain himself. Otherwise she would never love him.