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Jace, Jace the humorous light of perpetudance had been stolen, and had been left
with the shallow pits of darkness.
Jace's eyes once gold in color, was now black. Black as night. Black as a soul.

The Shadowhunters and Magnus moved away from him. Jace was still dazed, looking
above and around as to get a clue of where he was. Suddenly, Jace got off the stretcher
he was laying on and turned to face them. He smiled that impudent smile of his.

"Hey guys, thanks for getting that blade out of me. WOW that was painful." Jace
waited, and then finally took in all their expressions. "Um, Why are you staring at me
like that?" he searched about himself, "I'm not covered in glitter, am I?"

Clary was the first to speak, "Jace, are you okay?"

Jace looked down at Clary's small figure. "Of course I am. Magnus here must
have used the right spell this time." He thought he would hear some sort of a
retort from Magnus, but all was quiet. "Why?"

"Because," Alec said, moving forward, "Your eyes."

Jace was now officially confused, but tried to hide it. "My eyes?" Jace's expression
was now filled with desperation. "Oh no Alec! I'm sorry if you took it the wrong way but
please don't cheat on Magnus!"

Magnus flushed and Alec got mad. Why isn't he listening to us? He thought to himself,
royally pissed.

Isabelle brought out a mirror; a small delicate one with refined, curved edges. "Here,"
she said. "See for yourself."

Jace shrugged impassively, but looked at himself in the mirror...

Alec POV

Yeah, pretty much the rest had to be censored because of course, its Jace we
are talking about here. About two seconds later we ended up with a shattered mirror, a broken
recliner, and an angry Jace. Worst combination, I know. This must have been the
first time Jace did not want to look at himself in the mirror.

"Jace!" Clary said anxiously, "Calm down, please."

Now if I had said that, I would have had a broken jaw. But since it was Clary, the love
of Jace's life, he calmed down a bit and stopped his rampage.

"Clary?" he asked, walking toward us, "Tell me exactly what happened."

Clary explained the best she could, "At the Institute, when you passed out, the
Demon started to talk. It said something about the blood of all of us, and then disappeared,
just like that. While I was trying to mop up your blood, I saw that there was Demon blood in
you."

Jace pondered for a second, "You mean in me?"

"Yes," Magnus added in. "I saw it too, when I was healing you. But I thought I had taken
it all out."

"Well," Jace said, turning around so he wasn't facing us, "There is only one way to
find out."

Before I or anyone else could stop him, Jace slashed his wrist with a knife. Black,
thick liquid began to pour out, and it confirmed all their speculations.

Jace turned back to face us. His face looked like pure insanity. He dropped the knife.

"Jace," Clary said, pulling out her stele, "Come here" He went to her, and she drew
an iratze on the cut. "I think we should see Luke."

I agreed, "Luke it is then."