Jace POV

We were walking to the ally where I heard the sound when I noticed the telepathy rune still on my arm. It was fading, but still there. It started throbbing dully, like the mild pounding of the beginning of a migraine.

What the hell? I thought, pulling out my witch light to better examine it. It kept throbbing. I decided to try it. Maybe Clary would hear me.

"Clary? Are you okay? We're searching the ally, we will find you, I promise," I send in my mind.

After that, I started to scour the ally for clues with Izzy, Alec, and Simon who was currently staring at a wall as if it where the most interesting thing in the world. I was looking to where he was staring and noticed scratches and dried blood toward the end of the alleyway.

"Jace? Jace! Jace! Please! Answer me! JACE? JACE? Sebastian has me! I'm scared!" a panicked voice screamed, and each time the voice said my name it sounded more and more desperate. Clary. My heart was hammering faster than a humming birds wings. Oh god Clary, where are you! I yelled out in my head. Isabelle calls us over and is fighting back sorrow as she points to a letter written on the wall. We all gasped and stared at the letter.

Dear Jace,

When I'm done with your little girlfriend, you won't even realize who she ever was. But, if you want her back, come and get her. If you don't find us by two days' time, she will be forever mine at the stroke of midnight on the second day. Better hurry Jace.

The note didn't even need a signature, for we all knew who was behing all of this. In seconds, I took off sprinting to Magnus' apartment with Alec and every one else hot on my trail. I don't know how, but Isabelle was running in 5 inch stiletto heels. When I reached the door, I pressed the buzzer and held it down for a non-stop buzz that was sure to wake up the glittery warlock. It was only 11 o'clock, almost midnight. He pressed the button to unlock the door, and I ran up the stair, taking two, three steps at a time. When we reached his landing, he was leaning against his door in a sparkly kimono.

"What do you want, Jace?" He asks in a bored voice. Then, as if noticing her absence and the panic on my face, he questions the obvious. "Where is Clary?"

"That's why we're here; Sebastian has her. He kidnapped her. We need a portal," Alec rushed out in an attempt to catch his breath and explain the situation at the same time.

Magnus sighed at let us in. We were ushered into his living room, where he told us to sit. We did so only after he gave a death glare to stop our protests. He left into a back room to get something, and he was gone for quite a while. He came back dragging a very old wooden trunk that looked to weigh hundreds of pounds. He pulled it in front of us and unhooked the latches that held it shut. When he opened it, we found it filled with tons of weapons and shadow hunting gear. I got up and examined its contents. It held numerous daggers, seraph blades, rune stones, a crossbow, a bow and quiver of arrows, ancient-looking sensors, runic jewelry, and most of all to my shock, was an exact copy of my father's Herondale dagger. I went to grab it, but Magnus swatted my hand away.

"Don't touch these," He said. "A great friend of mine, Tessa Grey, owned these. Now understand this. I want that bastard Sebastian dead and even when he is, I want him cut to pieces and set afire. He killed Tessa some years back, and I swore to her and myself that I would make sure he is dead before I forget her. I want her weapons to be the ones to be driven though his heart. It's the least I can do. Now Isabelle, Alec, Simon, and Jace. I will give each of you weapons that suit your personalities.

"These aren't just any weapons, they are enchanted to only work for who I give them to. You cannot share weapons, and you must keep track of these. I expect all of them back," He said looking at each of us firmly. He reached into the trunk and pulled out a few items.

"Isabelle, I give you a second whip. This one is of demon metal, so he cannot heal," She went up and took the whip before wrapping it around her other wrist and went to sit back down.

"Alexander, I give you a bow. It will always hit true to where you will it. Again, it is made of a demon metal tip. Careful my love," he says and plants a tender kiss on his forehead. Alec takes them and sits down.

"Simon, I give a crossbow to you. Be careful, and use the Mark of Cain wisely. It is a gift, but also a curse," Simon received his weapons and sat. I was next.

"Jace Herondale, I give you three of Will Herondale's daggers. Use them wisely and keep the power of your family's history in them," He said to me in a grave and serious voice. As I was about to go sit, he tells us all to stand and come closer.

"I will give each of you a seraph blade and rune stone. Jace, I give to you Michael, of the archangel who lead God's army against Satan, for you are a true leader and will fight to the death, as did Michael.

"Alexander, I give you Uriel, derived from the archangel of peace and salvation. You, my love, are an old soul; you are compassionate, and when you love, you love with all of your heart.

"Isabelle, you may have Abaddon, the angel of destruction, for you will wreck havoc on all who oppose you. Now come, I will portal you to Idris," Magnus booms in his deep, serious voice. We follow him to his study, where he has a portal waiting. Everyone went though, but I was last. He grabs my arm and gives me a small pouch.

"They are portal balls. Take one and hold it tight in the hand with the clairvoyant rune. Think of where you wish to go, and it will take you there. There are only 12. Now go, and I bid you Godspeed," He says and I nod before jumping through the portal.

Clary POV:

It has been two days since I was kidnapped, and Ragnor has been the one to care for my wounds and needs. Hodge, on the other hand, was quite the opposite. He would sit in the chair and glare at me all day. Sebastian would visit me now and then and demand for me to drink his blood. I would say no and then he would grow angry. It would repeat the next day.

Yesterday I spit on him. Big mistake, seeing as how he broke my arm and leg, along with a hardy kick to the ribs- I'm sure he broke a few of those, too. Ragnor healed me, and was becoming less and less of an enemy. He listened when I wanted to talk, and helped me with what he could. Tonight, Sebastian will proceed with his plans, so today has to be the day I escape, or else I will die. Hodge always naps after lunch, and that would be in about 15 minutes so I devised my plan. Tucked away in my bra was Jace's backup stele. For me, the stele is the most powerful weapon. They won't even know what hit them. Hodge left for lunch and Ragnor came to watch over me. I might be able to get him to help me. He came in with a deck of cards and sat across to me. I watched as he set them up for a game of trash.

"Do you know what he is going to do?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

He looked at me. He was hiding something. He shook his head and said 'your turn'. I played and flipped a 9, 4, and 8.

"You know he is probably going to kill me, right?" I asked solemnly. He looked up from his play but said nothing. I looked down again. "Please. If you know anything, please tell me. My life is on the line," He paused as if calculating, and then stayed silent waiting for me to make my play. I did. 3 and 6 are the numbers I flipped.

"Please Ragnor. I have a mother, a boyfriend, a family, people who love and care about me. I need you to help me get out of here," I said with a desperate pleading voice, hoping that pulling the family card will soften him up. "My mom must be so worried," I mumble. I felt something wet drip down my cheek; I was crying.

"She was going to get married this week," I added and then sniffled. I stood up abruptly, abandoning the game and hobbled off to the hard bed in the corner. It had a thin mattress, a pillow and I originally had no blanket, but now I do thanks to my lips turning blue the other night. It was a very thick, very warm blanket. I got into bed and rolled over so he couldn't see my face and let myself cry. I heard a shuffling and then weight at the foot of my bed. I turned my head into my pillow and felt my body shake with sobs. There was a hand on my leg and I wanted to hit him.

"Clary, I'm sorry but I…" he never finished because I cut him off

"But what Ragnor? There are no buts now. I'm going to die tonight, don't you understand? Tomorrow you're probably going to be dragging my dead body into the woods to hide it," I said inbetween sobs and hiccups. He dropped his hand from my leg. "Jace will be destroyed, mother as well, everyone will be frantic," I say in no more than a whisper. There was a long silence before he spoke.

"Tell me what I need to do. Anything. But I can't help you get to the surface."

"I need you to undo this damn cuff on my leg." I said.

He nodded and fetched his keys to unlock it. When he came back he did so and I rubbed my ankle because it was red and bloody.

"Thank you," I sigh and sit back on the bed under the blanket. Ragnor gives me a confused look.

"Aren't you going to go?" he asked

"When the time is right I will," I say before closing my eyes to pretend to be asleep. Soon, Ragnor leaves.

It's now or never.