Chapter 7-Ultamatum
"Simon!" Clary called out with her mind. "It's okay Clary like I've told you a hundred times. Jace is here, safe with us." He explained. Clary sighed. "I know but for how long? The ceremony will begin soon and Jonathan-" Clary never got a chance to finish that sentence because at that moment her brother's voice rang out loud and clear. "What are you doing in my room?" Sebastian asked. Clary looked up and saw him leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He was looking at her coldly with amusement. "I-I was looking for you." She stuttered brushing her hand away in order to hide the ring. Her brother smiled. "And where did you think I was, pray tell? Under the bed?" he grinned walking towards her. "No!" Clary replied hesitantly. "You were- you were in the shower and so I waited for you." She explained mentally congratulating herself on coming up with a half decent lie. Sebastian just continued to smile at her coldly taking a seat next to her on the bed.
"Well, I am here now. What do you need little sister?" he asked brushing his fingers lightly up and down her bare arm. "It's this dress." She gulped. "It's too tight." She finished. His dark eyes flashed and looked down at her hungrily. "I think it looks fine. In fact, it fits you very very nicely." He purred wrapping his hand around her wrist. Clary cursed herself but still tried desperately to hide the ring by curling her fingers into a fist. "That's the problem. It fits too nicely and I don't want to give the others the wrong impression." She pleaded trying to remove her hand from his but his grip was too tight. "I could have you attend naked." He smiled. She looked at him horrified. It wouldn't matter you know, you are mine and nothing will change that. If anyone touches you I will kill them. The dress fits you nicely, wear it." He scoffed. Clary looked at him trying to mask her panic. "You look lovely in mother's clothes especially with this new accessory." He smiled pulling the ring lightly off of her hand. Clary gasped as his eyes turned cold and feral.
"Did you think I didn't know? That I wouldn't recognize faerie work? Oh, my naive little sister, you fell right into the queen's hands. She wanted you to bring this here so she could talk to me. We have been communicating. You should know that she was never on your side. She prefers to be on the winning side of things." He grinned. Clary took in a deep breath. If the queen could hear then she would know that Jace was free from the spell, she would also know that the group was going to ambush them. No, she had to get the ring back. Clary quickly grabbed the ring, threw it on the ground and stomped on it with all of her strength. The ring split in two as Sebastian rose from the bed with a snarl. She quickly kicked him square in the ribs sending him back onto the bed and knocking the wind out of him. She grabbed his stele from his gear and ran as fast as her legs would carry her. She knew that he wouldn't be down long. She had reached the bottom of the stairs before she heard His boot pound loudly on the wood floor above; hot in pursuit. Her heart lurched in her chest. She didn't know the code or how to get out. No, she couldn't escape but she could do something. Without this apartment the Clave and the others would be able to track her. It would help give them the upper hand.
She quickly ran to the wall and placed the stele onto its surface. A ruin came to mind as she quickly drew it losing herself in the sensation. She didn't hear Sebastian's feet land when he jumped the railing but she did feel his grip as he pulled her from the wall only to throw her back up against it. He snarled as she looked at his face in horror. He was mad, really mad. "Kicking isn't nice Clarissa. Let's see if you like it?" He hissed backhanding her across the face. Clary tasted the copper salt tinge of blood in her mouth as her lip broke open. He clasped her jaw with his hand and gripped it hard to face him. "You didn't even finish your ruine, such a shame. And here I thought you were beginning to see things my way." He snorted. "I know you lied, about everything." She spat sending blood onto his face. He brushed the blood away as his eyes narrowed locking fiercely with hers. "Not about everything little one. Not that you can do anything to stop me. You'll come to know your place." He smiled.
Clary headbutted his nose and somersaulted away from him. Her head now hurt but the howl her brother released was well worth the pain. She looked back up at him holding his nose as blood rushed down his face. She didn't break his nose, no, but she had done some damage. "And what place is that dear brother?" she retorted crouching down into a prone position reading to attack. His dark eyes looked at her coldly blazing with rage. It reminded her of the look on their father's face before the angel killed him. "Naked and weathering under me." He replied lunging forward. He was so fast that she missed her punch and left her side open. He roundhouse kicked her in the stomach sending her flying back onto the glass table. The glass shattered cutting her arms and legs. She hurt, bad. Her legs and arms were bleeding but that was nothing compared to the gash on her head now. She struggled to breathe but her lungs wouldn't expand in her chest. He had knocked the wind out of her. Clary let out a sob when he lifted her up into the air. "Time to put you in your place." He hissed throwing her onto the couch and getting on top of her. Clary watched in horror as he pushed up the long red dress to reveal her womanhood.
"Aw, what a wonderful surprise." He smiled playing with the red lace underwear. Remind me to buy you more underwear like this after the ceremony. I quite like these." He finished smiling cruelly. Clary shook her head and tried to claw at him. Sebastian was too fast though and in her delirious state, she was no match for him. He pinned both of her arms down with one hand as the other undid the button of his red pants. It struck her then how turned on he was by the entire situation. His manhood popped out of his trousers erect and ready as he began to tease her core. "Your place my darling is with me. Wreathing under me in bed and beside me as we watch the world burn. You are mine Clarissa and you always will be." He explained pushing into her. Clary let out a choked gasp as he thrust forward roughly pounding into her like a jack rabbit. She cried out with pain and surprise. He wasn't being gentle, not that he had been for awhile. Still he would always make sure she was wet and ready before taking her. Now he didn't care if it hurt. For him that wasn't about pleasure, he was teaching her a lesson. This is what would happen if she resisted him. This is what would happen if he won, and he would win. He won the fight and the only way to kill him would be to lose Jace. She deserved to lose Jace after everything she had done but not this way. No Jace deserved to live and even in this state she couldn't bring herself to kill him; even if it meant the death of her brother.
Tears welled up in her eyes and the thrusting began to speed up. Her head was in such a fog that she was finding it difficult to concentrate. She probably had a concussion and it took all her strength to remain conscious. Then Sebastian adjusted, not a lot but just enough to hit a certain spot. Clary couldn't help the moan that escaped from her lips as her toes curled. It was over, she had lost. She was his and there was nothing she could do. She accepted it and began meeting her brother's thrusts with her lips. He groaned and released her hands bringing his lips down to kiss her neck violently. He licked and sucked roughly ensuring that his mark of possession would be present long after their coupling. She gripped his arms and braced herself. He began ramming into her with the speed of a demon. Clary came hard and fast despite the protests her mind made. This wasn't right but she knew it would be over faster if she went with it. She wasn't sure what happened next as she blacked out. Her body going limp from blood loss as her brother moaned her name in a release.
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"What do you mean you want to kill yourself?" Isabelle screamed at Jace. The golden blonde looked at her with indifference. "I don't think I will die. The fire will server the connection and I'll be free." He explained looking down at his chest. He was shirtless and sitting on a barstool in Magnus's apartment. The cut was beginning to close and Jace could feel himself being sucked back into the connection. It made his stomach turn. "You really just have a death wish don't you?" she huffed bringing her heeled boot down in a stomp. Jace shook his head looking at his parabatai Alec. "I don't want to die. I want to live and save Clary. This is the only choice we have. Either I die and Sebastian is done or we take this chance and I live but the connection is severed. This way we have a chance to keep me alive. You already know what the Clave will decide. They will kill me and then strip all of you of your marks for summoning a demon and an angel." He explained. The others looked at each other and then at the floor. They were silent until Maia finally spoke.
"You already know what we are going to do. We have to stab him with glorious. We all know that so let's stop wasting time and get on with it." She grunted crossing her arms in annoyance. "She is right." A voice called out in their minds. The others turned and saw Luke enter the apartment with Brother Zachariah in tow. "Luke has explained everything to me and it is our only chance. The sword will wipe away all evil and leave the good. It is the ultimate power of goodness. Jace is mostly good and should survive the ordeal if not he will die honorably. It is the only way, are you ready Jace Herondale?" the marked man asked. Silence engulfed the room as the others turned and looked at Jace. The blonde smiled wickedly back at the others. "A sword that will sever the bond huh? Sebastian and I are surprised you guys would go so far. It won't matter, though, nothing can stop us." He smiled. The other's look on in horror as the broken ruin on Jace's chest had mended itself back together. Alec lunged forward but wasn't fast enough. Jace was off the stole and running with the cup in his hand. Isabelle grabbed her whip and chased him.
The apartment was small and Jace just had time to throw the cup into the fire teleporting it back to the apartment, or at least as close to it as he could get. He could sense Sebastian through the bond and smiled knowing that his warning got through. He turned the corner and was about to get out through a window when something halted his lead. Jace looked up in horror at Brother Zachariah who stood with the blade, glorious, in hand. A small breath shook his body as Jace looked down and saw the blade piercing through his heart. Isabelle screamed and Simon grabbed her before the two were engrossed in the flames.
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Clary felt blood rush back to her head as she opened her eyes slowly. She was weak, really weak and cold, really cold. She sat up quietly looking around. Her head still swarmed as her eyes landed on a tall dark figure. It was Meliorn, Isabelle's ex-whatever. "You shouldn't move. You lost a great deal of blood." He commanded. Clary was confused. She remembered hitting her head on the glass table but that shouldn't have made her this dizzy. Meliorn seeming to read her mind explained. "The explosion of the apartment. Sebastian had left to acquire the cup and you ran after him. Apparently you set the apartment to explode after leaving? Clever girl." He huffed giving her a small smile. Clary did vaguely remember coming to on the couch and running out the door after her brother. It was a good thing too. She would have died being trapped in that apartment. "Where am I?" she asked. The man frowned but answered. "You are here in the land of Faerie. My lady brought you and your brother here two days ago." He replied. "T-two days ago?" she asked weakly feeling the strength drain from her body once again. "Yes, now you must sleep. You are not healed yet and it seems the blood your brother had given you has been rejected by your body." He commanded. She wanted to ask more questions. What blood? What was she not remembering? A quick vision of red, lots of men walking in hoods and a women screaming filled her mind. She desperately tried to make sense of the images, to grasp them tight but they fell away. Her mind fogged over and she felt herself fall back into a deep sleep. She didn't even wake when the shirtless man came to visit her nor when he kissed her softly on the lips.
