Terror: Hey everyone! I bet you're all wondering what happened to me and why I'm not doing a skit. I'm not doing a skit because my mental studio was attacked and I'm relocating and I want to get this update over with, because ive kept you all waiting so long. I'm sorry about that, I have been having so many problems with this iPad and such I couldn't post what I typed. And when it was working again, I got lost typing my book, so I'm sorry I'll try to update more frequently since my Pages app isn't being remedial anymore. And I have been told that the last chapter had people lost, I do apologize the Remember chapters are mainly focused on them getting their memory back, introducing, and emphasizing things, so yeah it's written this way for a reason. Now part two so enjoysies and read my message for you at the end...its exciting. Now enjoysiess!

Clary's POV :

Clary stood in awe as a large angel with gold wings looked down on them. It looked at them coldly and by the voice in her head, she could tell which one it was.

You all hold the memories to unlock their location and yet you can't remember them. I sense one of Hell's marks on you. Could it be because of the rune drawer?

Clary found her voice. "I haven't created any new runes lately at all, so it can't be me."

And yet I sense your heaven has whispered to your mind recently. I sense you have the answer to all this. It would not do well to lie to an angel Clarissa.

They all looked at her, Alec, suspiciously, Magnus, worried, and Isabelle, fearful. "I remember something teasing my mind, a way to bring back what was lost that's what it felt like, but I can't remember it."

Alec narrowed his eyes. "So you know what it does, but not how to draw it?"

Isabelle shook her head at him. "Obviously, and you don't need to be so nasty about it."

"Sorry Clary, I just have a lot on my mind. I didn't mean to-"

The angel smiled a horrible smile. I have no interest in your apologies. I have come with a warning for only you four.

The air next to him turned gold and smelled of burning sulfur. Clary watched as words in a beautiful calligraphic handwriting started to scrawl golden words in the air, as they angel spoke them.

The angel's smile changed to a more serious face. Beware children of Heaven and of Lilith, for your enemy shall become an ally in your gates, and the risen has the power to vanquish Heaven, Hell, and the very dimension of Earth. The beings clothed in mystery shall ultimately be your savior, and the drawer of runes shall solve the problem that puzzles your memories. New grudges will be pushed to dark and old grudges will come to light. Death is resurrection and to live is a curse. Water shrouds all wards with invisibility, and fire burns all darkness. He paused and started to sink to the ground from where he rose, staring Clary in her eye. This is an edict of Heaven, and rune drawer, I pray you solve your dilemma.

The gold liquid seeped into the ground and the ground returned to its normal state. Clary looked at everyone else who all looked shaken up. She doubted anyone could be fine after having a conversation with an angel. She was still uncomfortable and she had already seen the angel. She still did not know what the angel meant solving her dilemma, and how she had the power to bring back memories that she even doubted were there.

"So what should we do first?" Isabelle said.

"I think a better question is," Magnus waved his arms around, "How was that even an edict, it didn't even rhyme! You would think a billion year old angel would have heard of Dr. Seuss already."

Alec smirked. "Clary, do you still not know what the angel was talking about?"

She hated the way that all of their eyes drifted to her expectantly, like she would somehow save them all. "I still don't know what he's talking about. I have a vague sense that I do, but I don't."

Alec started to raise his hand. "The first thing we need to do is try to decipher this edict."

She saw Magnus start grinning. "Actually it sounded like what angels call a love letter to all of us. Though how'd he'd manage us all I fail to know."

She shushed them up and led them over to the table and sat them down. "So first off our enemy shall become an ally in our gates."

Alec looked in thought. "What enemies do we have?"

"Sebastian, Valentine, Mortmain, Lilith, Camille, that one eidolon demon named Bob, and-" Clary was interrupted by Isabelle clapping her hands squealing.

"OMG! I remember that!" She said, smiling at Alec, who was chuckling in memory, "The look on his face when Jace called it a fu-"

Magnus roared. "FUN LITTLE MONKEY!"

Isabelle looked at him puzzled and Alec broke down in laughter. "Jace didn't call him that Mags, he called him a f-"

"FABULOUS BABOON!" Magnus roared again, interrupting Isabelle again, while Alec started rolling on the floor and Clary started laughing as well.

Isabelle, now looking pissed, yelled at Magus, "NO! HE CALLED HIM A F-"

"FASHIONISTA WITHOUT STYLE!"

"MAGNUS WHY DO YOU KEEP INTERRUPTING ME?!" Isabelle shrieked.

"Clary has virgin ears," Magnus gestured to her, while a blush started creeping up her neck, "and we shouldn't corrupt them while her mom and Luke are out."

"I'd be surprised, seeing as how her and Jace are the friskiest people we know." Alec said.

"All I said was her ears were virgins," Magnus grinned wickedly and now she had a full blush on her face and neck, "but did you really say frisky?"

"I-"

Clary was getting irritated, Jace and Simon could be in trouble on their day out and they were joking about her sex life. "Seriously can you guys shut up? I'm trying to focus on whatever the angels talking about."

Magnus looked like he was about to say something, but Alec cut him off. "She's right. So any of our enemies could become our ally so we need to watch who we talk to and when. What's did the Angel say next?"

Isabelle cocked her head in thought. "Something about the risen destroying the whole world and all that."

"That makes no sense, seeing as how no one has risen from any where." Magnus said thoughtfully.

Isabelle grinned. "Maybe it's you Mags you have a habit of literally rising out of bed in the morning."

Magnus's grin became wicked again and Clary rolled her eyes, knowing what subject he was going to bring up. "My morning euphoria comes from the fact that almost every night I would receive, from your brother, incredibly, beyond amazing-"

"MAGNUS SHUT UP!" Alec screamed and then started stuttering, "Now, uh, well, what else did, you know, the Angel say?"

"The beings clothed in mystery shall be our saviors." Magnus said like he knew what that meant, "we shouldn't worry about that right now."

Clary tried to raise her eyebrow and failed. "Magnus..."

Magnus shot her a quick I'll tell you later look. "The next line was that Clary would solve the puzzling memory. Which we need. I have to many memories I need."

Isabelle sighed. "So do I. Especially when Si and me had that movie date," she turned to Clary, who smiled in amusement, "did you know that Darth Vader was Luke's father?"

"Isabelle," Clary said exasperated, "everyone knows that-"

"Luke's father's name is Darth Vader?" Alec said puzzled, "that sounds nothing like a shadowhunter name. I'm surprised the Consul didn't make him change it."

Isabelle looked at her brother annoyed. "I doubt Luke would even know who the Consul was if he existed."

"Existed? Christ Isabelle, he and mom were just meeting with the Inquisitor yesterday!"

"Oh my god Alec, not that Luke."

"Then-" Isabelle said until a sharp knocking interrupted her.

Clary looked over at Magnus. "Did you invite someone over?"

"Not that I remember. But let me go check. And even though the angel probably took up our time, please go check to see if Jordan is still on the phone." He walked towards the door and when she peeked around the corner, she saw an attractive looking man and woman chatting with Magnus and him looking incredulous.

She walked over to the phone picked it up and saw that they call had been ended, though Jordan had obviously jumped to the worst possible conclusion that he could. There were about twenty texts on the phone that said that Jordan obviously thought they were dying in an abandoned warehouse. She opened the texts and she smiled to herself at the messages that said:

Magnus? Wht the Hells going on?

answer the phone! Now I'm serious!

I'll get the pack and we'll be over to save you.

I'm phasing now keep alive till I get there

Baby if I didn't have to go save those idiots, I'd take all your clothes off, kiss all over your body and we can make love till you scream my name ;)

MAGNUS DONT YOU DARE READ THAT THAT WASNT FOR YOU!

Clary stifled a grin at that, texted Jordan to let him know they were ok, and then decided to call Jace, whose phone didn't even ring, which was strange because Jace always kept his phone on. She called Simon and he didn't answer his phone either, but they could be busy training or something. Suddenly her mind lit up and a rune danced behind her eyes, full of swirls, the shape of a calligraphic M, it was the same rune she saw earlier that morning. She ran to the table, shuffled for a paper and pen and quickly scrawled it down as it disappeared from her thoughts. When she looked up, Alec, Isabelle, and Magnus were regarding her strangely, along with the dark haired boy she saw at the door, and his brown haired, grey eyed companion.

"That does look interesting," the grey eyed girl smiled at her curiously, "can I have a look at it?"

She looked at her suspiciously. "Who are you?"

The grey eyed girl laughed a little. "Dear me, I'm sorry, let me make the introductions." She gestured to the dark haired boy next to her, "This here is Jem Carstairs. But you probably know him as Brother Zachariah."

Clary couldn't contain her shock. "Brother Zachariah?! But he's-he's not-I mean-"

Isabelle grimaced. "It was a shock for us to, I mean since when did Brother Zachariah get hot?"

The guy named Jem smiled an tipped his head at her and she focused back on the grey eyed girl. "And you are?"

She smiled at her. "I am Tessa Gray."

Tessa Gray POV:

She had to admit she was a bit surprised when she had gotten Magnus's call last night, considering how she, Jem, Magnus, and their good friends Terror and Lacie had all shared drinks listening to Magnus whine over his boyfriend the night before that. Magnus, Jem, her, and Lacie all had wine, and Terror, being the weird guy he was, only drank root beer. He had declared that he was going to talk to the blue eyed devil the next day and they had left him there raving about Alec with Terror and Lacie, and she and Jem had gone back to their little house in Alicante. When Magnus had called and told them about the Jonathan boy and his army of automatons, they had both rushed as quickly as they could over, since they did have a personal experience with those Infernal Devices. When they had gotten to New York, Jem had insisted on walking her to Magnus's house and holding her hand, rubbing his thumb along the top of her hand in that way she loved. They reached the door, which was locked and unwarded, a rare occurrence, and knocked.

"I have no idea how that Morgenstern boy figured out a way to get Mortmain back into this world." Tessa said.

"But based on what Magnus said he was sent back to hell by the Jonathan boy, so you don't have to worry about him coming back my love." Jem said in his loving voice, sending little shivers down her spine.

Nevertheless, she still couldn't help being worried. "But just to think that what we did was in vain and-Oh that must be Magnus!"

The door swung open and Magnus, stood in the doorway looking at them puzzled. His hair was a mess and his clothes were crumpled up, as if he had just woken up and his eyes were brighter, which she could guess why.

"Jem, Tessa?" Magnus said, "you guys usually call before you come over, not that I mind."

It was her turn to be confused. "You called us?" She went on when he stared with a blank look, "remember? About the Morgenstern boy and his fight with Jace? The automatons? The dark energy? Do you remember nothing?"

He shook his head. "No, but according to the angel, we all have memories we need to remember."

Jem raised his eyebrows. "The angel? And you mean to say that the Lightwood siblings and Jocelyn's daughter don't remember anything from yesterday? As well as you?" I hadn't realized Alzheimer's would hit you at this age."

"Oh just come sit down." Magnus said, glaring pointedly at him, and she couldn't hide her smirk. She walked in and started toward the table until she saw someone she thought she would never see again at the table arguing with who she assumed to be Isabelle Lightwood. She never had seen any Lightwoods or really anybody, but the shock was still there when those eyes peered at her. And that black hair. Tears started to gather in her eyes as she croaked out, "Will?" She waited for a joke, or a poem, a song, just something, but Will just stared at her like they had never met, like he hadn't sung the demon pox song to her children and grandchildren. Jem was immediately rushing to her side, whispering.

"No, no, honey, that is Alec Lightwood," he said forcing her to look into his eyes, "he's a descendant of Cecily."

She shook her head back and forth. "I miss him so much Jem. So much."

"I know, but it will be ok just sit down and hold my hand."

She nodded and sat down, looking at Alec intently. "Pardon me, you look so much like Will, my husband. I am Tessa Gray."

She held her hand out to him and he hesitantly shook it. "I'm Alec."

Magnus sat down right as they were done introducing themselves and Isabelle was gushing about how a Silent Brother could be attractive, and soon the red headed girl, Clary sat down asking her who she was and she had the same reaction as Isabelle when she found out Jem was once Brother Zachariah.

"I am Tessa Gray." She said.

The red head girl slid the little slip of paper over to her and she studied the rune.

"It looks like a way to bring things back, but I don't know what." Clary said.

Tessa looked at her and smiled again. "Well it's a way to bring your memories back. Go ahead scrawl it on each person who was here this morning."

Clary had done just that and marked each person with a rune, including Magnus and one by one their eyes rolled in their sockets and they passed out.

"I did not think it was going to be that quick." Jem muttered.

"Well their mind does have speed up and get up to date."

Jem sighed. "Are you sure?"

Tessa laughed, leave it to Jem to douse everyone with his worries. "They are waking up now."

They all rose and stood up, looking like they had head injuries, groaning. But whereas Tessa thought they'd be happy to have their memories back, they each had an equally horrified expressions on their faces. They looked around and then looked down at their shoes.

"Magnus? Clary? What's wrong?" Jem asked.

Clary turned back with despair and hate in her eyes. "I remember everything."

Jace POV (it's night):

"My teeth are to perfect. No one should have teeth this perfect." He said, looking at everyone smugly.

"No you have a chipped tooth," Simon said, grinning, "Clary told me."

"Damn that woman!"

"If I may interrupt this foolish and childish conversation," Terror spoke up, for the first time since the night they were captured, "I can help-"

"Finally he talks,"Jace rolled his eyes, "You haven't said a thing when we were discussing strategies earlier."

"WE," he gestured to himself and Lacie who was sleeping now, face still tight with pain, "can speak in our minds, and we had to speak to our mother."

"You have a mother?!" Simon said looking confused.

"Yes we do, but, anyways, I can do one more thing for you guys that can start this whole plan off."

Jace's ear immediately perked up. "How?"

Terror smiled. "You see I have a last little reserve of immortal power," Jace glared at him and he put his hands up in defense, well as much as he could since his hand was chained, "Don't look at me like that it takes a while for that last reserve to present itself. But anyways, I have the last little bit of power and then if this doesn't work I'm powerless. When fallen angels were banished down to earth they had the ability to possess bodies and things like that. Well I do to. And if I possess Valenstern's body I can pull out the the sword from Lacie and we can get to the others. But the thing is, you'll have to get him close enough to her so I can, I'm already weak so the control won't last a long time on a few seconds, and while I'm settling in I can't do anything. So we really have only one shot at this and If you aren't convincing, then it won't work."

"So basically," He grinned, "we're screwed."

"Yes," Simon said, "I've been saying that for the past day."

"But I said it first."

"You guys need to stop bickering," Sebastian's pain filled voice said, "we need to discuss something."

Jace flicked his eyes over to Sebastian who was sitting with his side to the wall because of the whip scars on his back. Red blood had gathered around him and his face was still tight with pain.

"What is it?" Jace snapped coldly and then winced. It was hard to forget this guy wasn't the same guy he was bonded with a couple months ago.

Sebastian looked hurt, but he still went on. "Can't you just take all of us with you both?"

Terror looked at him. "We could and we are, but by the time we're actually ready to go I think it may be harder than you think, which is why Lacie has to be freed from the sword at least an hour before we escape. And victory, does not always mean you are victorious."

Jace rolled his eyes, he hated phrases like that. "Well that makes sense. Wait a second, did he already take our blood?"

"Yes a lot of it to. Why? That was his original intention anyways, I thought you knew."

"Because right now we're only focused on escape, but if he succeeds in whatever he's planning then what's the point?"

Simon let out an angry sigh of breath. "That's what I love about you Jace. You always look on the bright side."

Jace grinned. "My pleasure," he directed his speech back to Terror, "So when is this plan going to be ready to go?"

"When Valentine comes back down here, and I'm telling you now, you all need to be convincing or he's going to know something is up."

"I am a great actor," Simon said, "I was Romeo in a play at school."

"I, though, am an actor whose skill goes far beyond great. I have no doubt that if I had pursued acting, instead of shadow hunting, I would have gotten much praise." Jace laughed.

He noticed Terror narrowing his eyes. "You're a Herondale I'm guessing."

"I prefer Lightwood, but yes. Why?" He said slightly suspicious.

"Forget it." Terror said and mumbled darkly about a "damn Six Fingered Nigel" leaving Jace confused.

"So until Valentine comes down here we have to wait around doing nothing?" Simon said.

Terror smiled. "I have more words to say to my mother, but don't worry I sense Jonathan has something to say so I'll leave you to it." His eyes suddenly closed and he was sleep or unconscious.

Sebastian shifted around and looked at Simon and Jace, who were looking back curiously. He began. "I'm sorry for everything I've done and was going to do, and I understand that you both won't ever forgive me, but I'm still asking."

"I don't think I can forgive you yet, but if I do it'll be based on your future actions." Simon simply said.

Jace stared at the boy. He really didn't trust him at all, though he could tell there had been a change in him. He chose his words carefully. "I don't know. After what you did to Clary, or tried to do, I hated you, I wanted to drive the sword in and watch the life fade from your eyes, I still think about that when I look at you. But I've recognized that you've changed obviously, but I don't know if you can make amends for what you did. So I know that you've changed and maybe I can forgive you, but I'll never really trust you. Because although you can't help what Valentine did to you before you were born, you made your own choices. I grew up with the same man and-"

Sebastian's sad face, suddenly switched to anger. "Don't even say it. Don't you dare say it. Because you and me both know it's bull."

Simon looked in thought. "He makes a good point, you both were brought up by the same insane father and Jace isn't trying to take over the world and kill everyone."

Sebastian clenched his jaw and looked at at Jace. "The Valentine I was raised by is not the same Valentine you were. You think he was insane, cruel, why? Because he killed your bird? Because of the occasional hit you'd get, because he locked you down here? You know nothing. As soon as I could talk I was trained, when I was three instead of crying because I couldn't get a toy, I was crying because dear old father wouldn't give me the antidote to some minor scorching demon venom until I told him why I failed to kill it. I used to cry every night begging for the Angel to bring Jocelyn to come get me, to be my mother, to tell me why she hated the sight of me, why she left me when I was a baby. Then I got older and that's when the whipping started. And this isn't your normal your my slave whip, I'm talking demon metal attached to every inch, so that the scars wouldn't heal. I always would wish for Jocelyn to somehow get me, until Valentine pulled me of to the side one day and told me why she hated me. Not because of anything I did, but because of what I was. You think he was cruel because he protected you from heartbreak with to love is to destroy? One day I made the mistake of asking why he didn't love me, but loved you and I was his blood son, and I asked if the angel boy could ever be my brother, so I could have someone to love me. I still remember what he said to me. Jonathan no one loves you not your mother and not I. And when I asked why. Because you are a demon, you can never be anything good, all you can do is bring destruction to the world. There's nothing good about you. And as for Jace, he could never be your brother or love you. He'd hate the sight of your pathetic body, just as I do. He then whipped me and sent me to bed with no iratze. He'd whipped me for everything I did, if I didn't eat all my food, if I didn't get ready fast enough, if my clothes were not put on correctly, if I was dirty. There were sometimes where he took me to a valley where there was a party and he had me kill everything and everyone in sight and if I left one thing living," he trailed off and smiled coldly, "You got what you wanted on your birthday all the time right, well on my birthday I asked what I was getting, he told me that I had no audacity to ask for any present from him so he took me down here and whipped me nonstop, putting an iratze on me so it would heal to scars and he could start again. It was then I had realized that I could let my demon take over and that I could never feel pain like this again. It then I became Jonathan Morgenstern. That's the childhood I had, and you no nothing of what I went through."

He looked at Sebastian sympathetically, though Simon looked like he was in shock. "Well now I understand why you were so scared of that whip. Was it the same?"

"Exactly the same. Now if you don't mind, I am not talking about this anymore." Jace looked and saw that his eyes were strangely shiny and glistening and he looked like he was about to break.

"We'll leave it alone," Jace nodded at him, as Sebastian closed his eyes and did his best to turn away from him."

Simon shook his head. "And I thought you had it bad."

He looked at Simon and quickly changed the subject. "So I think Valentine has planed more than what Sebastian said."

"Why's that?"

He looked at Simon like he was crazy. "This is Valentine. The man who escaped the Clave multiple times. You really think all we have to do is destroy this house and he's dead?"

Simon nodded. "Yeah I was thinking that, and plus he seems stronger than he should. I don't really think that Lucifer or whoever just brought people back as demons out of the goodness of his heart."

"Yeah, but we can't really do anything about it can we?"

"No."

"Well then let's talk about something more interesting."

Simon made a face. "Like what?"

Jace grinned. "My teeth are perfect..."

Terror: Hey everyone first off I would like to tell everyone that I am making a TMI fanfic, based on Terror and Lacie, so those who like those characters can check it out soon, it'll feature their mother as well. Also I WILL BE A PUBLISHED AUTHOR BY THE END OF THIS JUNE! And everyone go on wattpad and search Samuel Greene it'll be the one written by ChazahyahYisrael. That and Moving Heaven are some short stories I wrote. Then search Chazahyah Yisrael On Facebook and like the page. But enough advertising on me, I just thought I'd share because you know I'm keeping you in the loopsies. Don't forget to review And PM me suggestions and feedback. And if you do PM me don't talk about how gay I am and such cause I won't answer. I don't have a problem with gay people, but I happen to not be gay...those comments kind of ruined my mood. But anyways I'll have the next chapter soon ok? And quick question everyone, would I be considered a fanboy? Because I can't be a fan girl because I'm a boy.