This Chapter is continuing of the flash back from chapter 6
Jonathan was waiting in his father's office. It was a massive room of gold, black, and white with a high ceiling. A huge exquisite chandelier of gold, crystal teardrops, and beads hung in the center. The floor was marble along with a large fireplace with marble statues of angels on either side. One was holding the mortal sword and the other holding the mortal cup.
Above the fireplace was a family portrait of the four of them. Valentine was in a black suit with a large gold crown encrusted with diamonds and jewels on his head. He stood next to Jocelyn, his arm wrapped around her waist while his eyes were as cold as they always looked. Jocelyn stood emotionless next to him in a beautiful green gown. Her hair was in an elegant bun with a crown of gold and diamonds on her head that was similar to Valentine's.
Jonathan was 10 and stood in front of his father, one hand behind his back while the other held Clary's hand. He was in a black suit and wore a smirk, his eyes looking unnervingly black and sinister. Clary was 8 and stood in front of her mother in a similar green gown as Jocelyn's while her long flame-colored hair was wrapped up on top of her head with sparkling diamond pins holding it in place. Clary had a smile and her eyes held such light and innocence in contrast to Jonathan's.
Classical music played softly through the room as Jonathan sat in Valentine's expensive leather chair. His feet were propped up on the priceless Victorian desk that Valentine took from Buckingham Palace along with the crown jewels and other priceless treasures. He raided every palace in the world, taking every crown, every jewel, every gold piece, every priceless treasure and piece of expensive furniture he could find. One would think he would put such valuable treasures in a vault but Valentine, being the arrogant king, displayed his treasures throughout the castle.
He displayed all his crowns, jewels, and gold pieces in the throne room for all to see. He dared anyone to try to steal them from him and only a fool would try. After all, he was known to the world as "The Tyrant God-King".
Jonathan scoffed at the thought. "Valentine is no god." he thought. Gods were immortal beings and he was only a man, and like any man, one day his reign would end. Then it will be Jonathan's turn.
Unlike his father, Jonathan could make him and Clary both immortal beings. He and his sister will then rule the world together. They will never age, never get sick, and never die. He just had to wait for the planets to align like it did every 500 years, making the earth hum with power. He will then use the blood of the angels and of the fallen to cast the spell that Lilith gave him. He had to just wait another 5 years until the planets aligned. He will be 19 then and Clary will be 17 and they will stay that age forever. He smiled wickedly at the thought.
"Just a few more years and I will show the world a true God-King," Jonathan said out loud to himself. He laughed evilly as he played with the silver bracelet on his left wrist. It was a present Clary had made for him for his 14th birthday. It was silver with a gold "M" in the center, gold stars on either side of the letter and a ruby in the center of both stars. When he would unclasp it, touching the rune that was on the clasp, it would transform into a large sword with an "M" with stars with rubies on the handle. She marked it with runes to make it cut through anything, whether it was unbreakable or considered indestructible. He had no clue how she thought it up and to makes it transform into a bracelet, but he loved it.
Suddenly, the large golden doors opened and instead of his father, it was one of his guards. He was a tall brute of a man with dark greasy hair, a big nose, crooked yellow teeth, and a large burn scar that completely disfigured half of his face.
"Where the hell did you come from? I've seen demons better looking than you." Jonathan said while looking at the guard like he was some insect he wanted to squash with the bottom of his shoe.
"From Idris, young Master." The man said, his hand going to his scar on his face as if to cover it. "The king sent me to tell you that some important business has come up and he will not be joining you. He says to go to your room until further notice." the man said, not making eye contact with him.
Jonathan got up and stormed to the guard. He could see the fear in the man's face and relished in it. "Good" Jonathan thought.
"You tell your king that he can kiss my ass. I'm not a child and I refuse to go to my room." Jonathan said.
The guard's beady brown eyes were shocked at his statement; but he said nothing and just moved out his way, letting Jonathan go by. Jonathan then went to find Clary. He wanted to know how well she did sparring with their father.
He went to the door that was across the hall from his. The door to her room were two large double doors like his, but his were plain black with gold trim while hers were white with gold trim, gold roses, and angels crossing it. Jonathan grabbed the gold handle and opened the door, not bothering to knock.
The door opened into the entertaining room. It was large with a high ceiling that had a mural of stars that slowly turned into a light blue clouded sky. It was painted around a gold chandelier in the center of the room. Hanging from it were crystals and strips of sheer black and purple fabric that were wrapped around the chandelier, dangling off like some kind of decorative octopus that tangled itself around the crystal beads. All of which was Clary's personal touch. The floor was marble with a large purple rug under a black couch. In front of the couch was a clear coffee table with a large vase of fresh colorful flowers. Across the room were double doors that lead out to the balcony.
"Clary!" He called out as he went to the golden door that was to the left of the room. It was the door that opened up to her bedroom. This room was large, too, with a huge king sized black metal framed bed with tall posts at the corners while a sheer black cloth was draped over it. The sheets on the bed were purple and silk with black and purple pillows everywhere. A large black rug was under the bed, separating it from the marble floor.
A large stained-glass window was to the right. It was a picture of the angel with golden hair and white wings spread out wide as he was rising towards the sky.
Jonathan glared at the angel because it always reminded him of Jace. He wanted to smash it into tiny pieces, but Clary liked it for some reason.
To the left were two doors. One was Clary's bathroom and the other was her walk-in closet. He strained his ears and listened, but he heard nothing. She wasn't here.
He turned around and left, looking for her in the kitchen but when he got there, the cook said she didn't see her.
Something suddenly didn't feel right. His gut told him that something was wrong.
He ran towards the training room, pushing the servants and guards on the floor as he passed. He threw the door open, rushing inside and looking around the large room, but there was still no sign of Clary. He then notices a guard cleaning up a mess of weapons on the floor.
"Where's my sister?" Jonathan demanded. The guard jumped, dropping a dagger on the floor. That's when Jonathan saw the blood on it and then some on the floor. He sniffed the air and could tell it was Clary's. He quickly felt his blood begin to boil. His skin began to burn hot and his heart began to race.
"She's with the King." The guard said shrugging and picked up the dagger, cleaning the blood with a cloth. Jonathan came at him so fast that he didn't have time to react before Jonathan had the guard pinned to the wall by his throat.
"Where. Is. She?!" he demanded, his voice becoming dark and sharp like a knife.
The guard tried to stab him with the bloody dagger, but Jonathan was quicker and snapped his wrist with a quick flip of his hand, snatching the weapon from his broken hand. He took the dagger and stabbed the guard's broken wrist through, pinning him to the wall. Jonathan then lets go of his throat. The guy coughed and cried out in pain, staring in horror at the dagger that was sunken into his broken wrist. "I will not ask again," Jonathan said with malice.
"The King to..took herrr..to thhhe dungeons." the guy stuttered out.
Jonathan's eyes grew black and wide, looking like endless bottomless pits. He growled in fury and took the weapons that were still left on the floor and began stabbing the guard with them. By the time he was done, the guy was long dead with 20 different weapons protruding out of him, hanging on the wall like a bloody cross.
Jonathan had droplets of blood sprayed on his clothes, face, and hands but he didn't care. He stalked out of the room, his demon still not satisfied with its bloodthirst.
He unclasped the bracelet that Clary gave him. The beautiful, deadly silver blade formed, gleaming in the light of the hallway. He stormed towards the dungeons in a dark and silver fury, killing every guard he saw. He was like a dark avenging fallen angel; both beautiful and just as deadly.
By the time he made it to the dungeons, he had killed more than 30 guards and was covered in their blood. He searched the dungeon cells for his sister, but he didn't find her. He knew there was only one other place Valentine would have taken her and that was to his experiment room.
He charged at the metal door, beating it with his bare fists, making the door peel back like a can and ripped it off its hinges. He stormed into the room, sword raised high, glinting of silver and red in the light as blood dripped from it.
There, he found Clary laying on a table in an "X" shape, cuffed with cursed metal. Valentine stood by her, sword in hand and a surprised look on his face as both of their black eyes met.
"Jonathan," he said in surprise. His eyes then traveled down and saw all the blood on him.
Jonathan quickly saw fear in his eyes, which was rare, but it only made Jonathan's smile turn so sinister that it would make any man or beast run and hide.
"What did you do, Jonathan?" Valentine demanded. Jonathan smiled widely, blood dripping from his hair and down his face, making him look deranged.
"What did I do?" He laughed darkly. "Oh, I just killed some of your guards, but I couldn't tell you how many. I lost track after 30." He said, his voice mocking as if he were talking about a game he won. "I came for my sister," Jonathan said pointing his bloody sword at his father.
"Jonathan!" Valentine said in a warning voice.
"No! I will not let you experiment on her like you did me. I will not allow it! Over my dead body will you touch her ever again!" he screamed, his voice dark and hard as he stared at his father with eyes as black as an abyss.
"Jonathan, calm down. You're letting your blood control you." Valentine said while putting his hands out to try and calm him.
"No, it isn't. If it was, then you would already be dead," he growled out.
"I was only taking a blood sample from Clarissa. Something is wrong with her. I think she somehow got demon blood too and I wanted to be sure." he said holding up the syringe of dark blood in it. "But I can't figure out how it could have happened. I can't remember giving Jocelyn any more demon blood," he said, looking off into the distance like he was trying to remember if he did. Jonathan smirked at his stumped and confused face.
"Well, now you have it and I will be taking my sister back to her room," Jonathan said as he walked over to Clary. As he started unlocking the metal cuffs, he noticed her shirt had blood on it and was torn with a fresh iratze drawn on her stomach.
He growled, knowing Valentine must have stabbed her with the dagger in the stomach. He looked at her face, gently moving a few strands of her hair that were stuck on her cheek, his eyes finally going back to normal.
"You care too much for your sister. It's messing up your judgment, Jonathan. I think it's time to separate the two of you." Valentine said, making Jonathan freeze, Clary still halfway in his arms and halfway on the table.
"I see the way you look at her. I know what you feel for your sister, but Jonathan, it's not a love that is normal. It's not right. You must see that. You can't have her; not that way and when she finds out about your sick, lustful feelings for her, she will be disgusted with you.
"Remember what I taught you? To love is to destroy and you, Jonathan, are a monster. You could only ever destroy her. Do you really think she loves you? She has not seen the real you and if she did, I doubt she would ever look at you the same. She will only despise you in the end."
His father's words pierced his heart. The man always knew what to say to get to him.
Jonathan felt his blood begin to boil and his body began to shake with rage. Jonathan spun around and grabbed Clary. He held her in his arms possessively, his eyes once again turning into black endless pits. He had a snarl on his face while his sharp canines shown.
"No, she won't! She loves me! She's like me! She's mine, not yours!" Jonathan growled out through his clenched teeth, sounding more like a demon than a man. "If you think I will just stand idly by like a loyal lap dog as you send my sister away, you're dead wrong. I swear I will tell your precious Jocelyn how you poisoned her daughter with demon blood like you did me. She will hate you 1000 times more for it."
Jonathan walked towards the broken door, never breaking eye contact with Valentine and inwardly laughed at his shocked and fearful, angry face. "If you ever hurt my sister again, I swear on Lilith that I will drag you to hell and let the demons burn off the layers of your flesh, one by one," Jonathan said, his eyes glinting in the light like black diamonds of truth and promise. He stalked out of the room leaving a fear-filled Valentine behind.
The next day, Valentine had his men digging a moat that would be filled with water from Lake Lynn. Jonathan knew Valentine thought it could keep them prisoner, but he was a fool. He had no idea that Clary would one day be able to create a portal. AftAer that, they will be able to go anywhere they want and the angel help anyone that crossed their path.
Author's note
I'm back sorry it's been so long I have been having such horrible luck. My computer broke losing my docs that I had them in them and just a whole bunch of unlucky crap. Next chapter will be when they are older I'm thinking Clary 14 Jon 16... Please leave a comment and review. Thanks for reading Love you guys and a huge thanks to ReadingIsForNerds who is my Beta she fixed my story really fast which is why you guys get a new chapter tonight. Till next time XOXO's
