Previously on J.C Morgenstern's Tale:

Do really think I am going to help you with this Jonathan? Your father was a good man, and so was his father before him. Why must you prove me wrong, and show me the dark side of not just you, but them?

"I am not trying to prove anything, James."

Hatred floods through your veins like blood, the dark haired young man pointed his long finger at me, unhurriedly, there is coldness in you, Jonathan, the Brother that hovered over the suited man, folded his arms over his chest, like there is kindness in the most pure of souls.

"What are you trying to say, hmm?" I lifted up my eyebrows, looking at him with widened and un-blinked eyes. "You will not help me?"

I will not betray my people of Idris nor the brotherhood just so you can prove how great Jonathan Herondale is!

The Brother stared at me, with clenching hands on his chest. "Do you really think that I would back-down if you told me you would not help me?" the Brother's eyes stared impassively at me, and then the shadowy haired man's eyes drifted down to the floor like he had nothing good to say. I chuckled. "I will get the sword one way or another, but with your help, brother, it will be much easier to get." The door step creaked as the dark haired man steadied his stance – I haven't heard his voice, I wished that I could, I don't know why. People are attracted to mysterious things – things they can't have or hear. Selfish things that you want aren't easy to see or find, though when you get it, you only have it for a small moment in time before you drop it out of boredom.

The Herondales are pure at heart and yet, when I stare down at you, above my old self, I do not see the young man kindness or love that I have known before. I see a cruel monster with a stone cold heart. To prove me wrong, you have to show me that you have at least some of the Herondale's passion for such a feeling.

I would slaughter my own mother; I would destroy my little sister's dreams and the love of the man that I would never be. A good man.

Jonathan, I want you to fall in love.

I could see behind the Brother that the clouds were dimming to a dark and gloomy grey and the sky was falling from sunset to night, the sky a being a navy blue. Finally, the night has come. I had a sensation down my back which perked up a smile on my face; like I could hear the terrifying screams of my people – the demons.

My old self will guide you but he mustn't help you in speech, from now on you have a friend, an ally, Jonathan Herondale, but I forbid him to talk until you find the one you desire. I wanted to just hit the Brother with a massive, steel pole slamming his head against the ground, knocking him out and then, drag him into the small cottage of mine, and chuck him into the fireplace and start a blazing flame on top of his body. Let him burn – hear him scream. God, I love fire.

"So… he will start talking to when I find the woman I feel 'attracted' to?" I say with a hush snarl.

If a woman that attracts you, then yes, if a man attracts you, then yes as well. But it has to be real, you cannot simply act attracted to one person, Jonathan, especially in front of me. I know true love when I see it, boy, even my old self. I have lived several hundred years, and not a day that passes by where I do not recognize love. Who is he to tell me what to do? How to love? He doesn't know me. He probably just thinks that I am a lame and inconsiderate teenager just looking for something rebellious to do – like vandalizing or capturing a rare penguin. He just thinks I am like the mundanes – with insecurities or the need for attention. I do not have chinaware in my grasp or make up in my bag like a horny school girl. I am Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern – a Shadowhunter, a warrior – the evilest Shadowhunter, yet. I am half-demon, bitch, you cannot tell me who to love – nevertheless, I cannot.

"Love can be in different forms, Zachariah." I tell him.

Though true love, uh, that's magic in the most natural and yet, the most complicated way ever made. It's pure. That will make me see who you really are, who you are destined to be. Is you are a person I shall trust with the Mortal Sword. He thinks he is so wise. Yet, wisdom doesn't get you anywhere in my world. You know what does? Hate – and not that type of hate that mundanes just throw around their feeble world, like a tennis ball. The hate that fills you to the core and lurks in every nerve, cell and bone of your body… The hate that makes you do the most selfish things to an innocent family or a child.

"And what if I decline this 'challenge' you give me, Brother, and get the Mortal Sword for myself?" I say evilly.

I know that you are going to steal it and I am a trusted Silent Brother of the clave, Jonathan, don't be so naive. Am I that intimidating that he needs to threaten me with such unintimidating scenarios – like me being captured by the clave? He doesn't realize how I can break all the members of the clave's wrists, escape without a single scratch and have time to go to a Thai Restaurant where you can watch magic shows and strippers – and wear glow sticks, but that's not important.

"This has been a trap this whole time! And how do I know that when I accomplish this challenge and try and get the Sword, you won't turn your back on me, and give me to the clave first-handed?" I howl.

Because I am loyal Shadowhunter and Brother, I will not turn myself away from an agreement. If you accomplish my test, and fall in love, with my old self as a witness, then, I will know that the Herondale bloodline of love hasn't died out and I will help you on your quest to get the Mortal Sword, and we will part our separate ways. Me to, the Brotherhood and you… to whatever you have got planned after this.

I nodded vastly. Fine, if this is what I have to do, if this is what it takes to get the Mortal Sword without any suspicions from the clave or by the Shadowhunters – my rivals – that will lead them back to me and the Mortal Sword. I wouldn't want them to find them what I am up to, because when I hit them, I want it to be hard and I want it to be unexpected. "I will do it," I say. Even if Valentine told me that I cannot love, and only hate, I will try my hardest to get to the Mortal Sword, and conquer to the next stage of my ultimate plan of executing the most loved and admired Shadowhunter the world knows right now.

Clarrisa Morgenstern.

And I don't care if Jace stands in my way, I will kill him too.