It's not very long, but this is chap.7. Hope you enjoy being in Jace's mind
Jace gladly sunk into unconsciousness. Revelling in the calm blackness of his mind. But then he remembered what waited for him here. The terrifying nightmares of pain and the thing that did this to him. He knew he had entered this dream world when he saw Max there, but he was lying on the floor whimpering to Jace to save him, but every time Jace reached out to help him, Max only seemed further away. He reached out with longing to help the defenceless boy, when the same demon that had done this to him came out of nowhere. Its face was smooth black and shiny, but Jace knew what it concealed. Some of the black dripped away to reveal a gaping hole in its head, lined with razor sharp teeth of the most ugly dirty red colour.
It bent over Max ready to attack, Jace reached for a blade, but there was nothing, he reached for Max, but it was like he was behind a pane of glass.
He couldn't save him. He never could save him.
Then Max was gone and the demon held something small in its claws, it was a baby, and Jace knew it was his baby. His son. The glass was still in place and he screamed and banged on the glass praying that it wouldn't hurt his son, he nagged until his fists were bloody and he was out of breath. But the demon stood there with the crying baby in his arms, stroking it with his long talons. Suddenly the glass gave way and Jace crashed through, only for the demon to throw the baby into the blackness overhead. Jace ran around looking up to the empty sky, waiting to catch his son, but nothing came. He looked around for the demon, but it was gone.
Jace hated these nightmares; he stood in the darkness waiting for the next thing. He heard someone calling his name. Jace. Jace. Jace. It was a whisper, soft as the wind, but it felt like a scream, it chilled Jace to the bone.
"Jace. I've been waiting for you. I have you now. Weak and helpless. There's no one to protect Clary now. You are going to die and no one can save you or your son. The child is mine. Can you imagine what powers it will have? Both parents, more angel than anyone on the planet. It will have immense power. I will take it. I just needed you out of the wa-
The chilling voice cracked and stopped. It spoke again, but this time the voice was different, it was weak, but he recognised it. "Help me Jace, help me. I'm sorry. I can't control it, it's taken over. You have to help me. There is not a lot of me left. I'm dying, just like you. It has eaten at me; it took control of my human body first, before twisting it into this. Please help me. Tell Clary, tell Isabelle, help me. I can save you. I have the antidote. But please help me.
Jace recognised that voice; he knew who had done this to him. He needed their help.
Jonathon.
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